Such a domineering Mojia really frightened everyone present.
Huanhuan blinked her crystal eyes and couldn't believe her ears.
Mogata...
How generous!
Not only did they not pursue the whole matter, they didn't even ask, and just masked her!
I'm so moved, I burst into tears...
Mo Jia turned around and walked towards the door. A cool voice came, "Make me a cup of coffee."
This was obviously meant for Huan Huan.
Huanhuan was startled and nodded quickly, "I understand."
There was no explanation and no result. Huanhuan put on his coat and followed immediately.
This play, directed and acted by Su Ziyin, turned into a farce.
The maids gathered together and quietly speculated about the relationship between the two. The young master helped Su Huanhuan again and again. This was definitely not normal! Unconsciously, no one paid attention to Su Ziyin, the young lady-to-be.
Seeing Mo Jia protecting Huan Huan, Su Ziyin clenched her hands into fists, her nails dug deeply into her palms, and her chest heaved violently.
Su Huanhuan! I will never let you take away everything from me!!
After walking out of the side hall, Mojia didn't say a word. His gloomy look made people afraid to come forward. Huanhuan followed him cautiously, frowning. She didn't know how to explain this matter.
Involving Zi Yin...
Suddenly, he stopped and Huanhuan accidentally bumped into his back.
She whispered and rubbed her forehead.
Mojia turned his head, his eyes as cold as frost, "Come out with me."
"Uh? Master, where are you going?" Huanhuan was surprised. Mojia gave her the impression that she was a rich otaku who locked himself in his study all day long and never left the villa.
Mojia didn't answer, and walked straight out of the gate, turned around most of the villa, and came to the garage at the back. The iron door opened, and when he saw the luxury car inside, Huanhuan's mouth automatically shrunk into an "O" shape.
Mojia walked up to the most eye-catching black sports car, opened the door, and sat in the driver's seat. He turned his head sideways, looked at her through the windshield, and then lazily raised his fingers.
Huan Huan nodded instinctively, ran over and sat next to her. Before she could fasten her seat belt, the sports car made a three-dimensional roar and rushed out like an arrow.
Mojia put on his sunglasses and controlled the steering wheel with one hand. The car was driving quickly on the road, and his long hair was flying in the wind.
Huanhuan was sitting next to her, her seat belt was tightly tied, and her heart was beating wildly. If she drove towards the downtown area at such a high speed, it would be either suicide or homicide!
She nervously grasped something with her hands, reminding her from time to time, "Red light, there is a red light... there is a crosswalk ahead..."
Mo Jia frowned impatiently, turned his head and glanced at her, then his eyes fell on his thighs.
There, a small white hand was pinching tightly.
He didn't say anything, but stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and rushed directly to the busy streets at an incredible speed.
"Ah - I'm still young!!" Huanhuan closed her eyes in horror, and subconsciously grabbed her hands tighter.
With a "squeak" sound, the sports car suddenly stopped.
Huanhuan slowly opened her eyes, and Mo Jia's slightly depressed voice came to her ears, "Hand."
"Ah?" Huanhuan didn't react for a moment and looked at him blankly.
Mojia slowly took off his sunglasses and lowered his eyes.
Following his gaze, she suddenly withdrew her hand like a phantom electric shock. She gasped when she saw the fold marks and sweat stains on his high-end trousers.
No way, she was grabbing someone’s thigh just now?!
After the brain connected, the first message Huanhuan received was: it feels great!