Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

"Aren't you worried?" Ruoshue looked indignant, "Uncle Mo is too much. Where does he put your face?"

After a pause, she said, "but don't worry, my father will fully support you."

The premise of support is that he is the son-in-law of Ruo family.

I believe he can guess this without her saying it clearly and according to his wisdom.

Mo Fenglin disdained the cold hum, "no need."

He dusted his cigarette. "If you come to tell me the news, you can go."

"Feng Lin, I really want to help you..." Ruoxue said anxiously, "I heard that Mo Xiyao has caught up with the second miss of the Yan family. Once he and the second miss of the Yan family are determined, your position will be more passive. So, let me help you when the wind comes. "

Mo Xiyao obviously came prepared this time. In other words, he first caught up with the second miss of the Yan family, so his father favored him and took him back to the Mo family.

Mo Fenglin felt ridiculous. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his look became more and more evil and uninhibited. "Tell me, how are you going to help me?"

"I'll accompany you to dinner tonight. Don't worry. I'll make a statement in front of Uncle Mo and the board of directors. If we are home, we will certainly support you. "

"In what capacity do you support me?"

If the snow was silent for a few seconds, her heart was cold, "the wind is coming, don't you understand my mind?"

"Just understand, so I despise it more." Holding a cigarette in his hand, he gently dusted the ash. It was just a small action, but it was difficult to hide his elegant demeanor. "What's more, do you think I would accept someone who hurt my girlfriend?"

She was punished for kidnapping Qiao xiaonuo, although it was time to settle accounts.

But he always thought that these punishments were far from enough.

If Snow's heart shrinks suddenly, he still hates her!

Realizing this, she got up and staggered back two steps. "The wind is coming. You know it's not my fault. I'm forced to be helpless."

"I don't care about the cause and process, I only care about the result."

"Do you love her so much?" If snow screamed at him hysterically, "what can't I compare with her, Qiao xiaonuo? How long have you been in love with her? Is it worth the feelings we grew up together? "

"That's ridiculous. What can you compare with Xiao Nuo?" Mo Fenglin threw out a sentence mercilessly, "in my opinion, you can't even compare with her finger."

Ruoshue rushed to his desk with an arrow, picked up a folder and threw it at his face.

The folder was waved away by him and fell to the ground. The data were scattered everywhere.

Between his eyebrows, there was a layer of cold frost, "if snow, this is not your wild place."

"Mo Fenglin, you bastard!"

Ruoshue ran out crying with her eyes red.

Such a big office, finally quiet down.

He pressed out the cigarette butt and his eyes fell on the picture frame on the table. In the picture, Qiao xiaonuo was drinking milk with a circle of milk bubbles on his mouth.

He took the picture from the side. Her side face was quiet and beautiful, faded the bright light, leaving only a soft tenderness.

Fingertips stroked her face, Mo Fenglin stretched out from his throat and spilled a low, unidentified smile.

Like self mockery, like loneliness.

Finally, the picture frame was pressed on the desktop with one hand.