Slowly, she withdrew her gaze and raised her eyes, "Why are you helping me like this?"
He clearly heard Zi Yin's words, but he didn't even ask, and still helped her in this way... Although he was arrogant, he was so stylish that people couldn't help but scream.
Mojia straightened up, put his hands in his pockets, and glanced sideways at her, "You only have so much courage, so don't be embarrassed."
The mocking tone made Huanhuan a little unhappy, "Don't look down on people, okay? Let me tell you, before I wanted to become a veterinarian, my wish was to be a thief, a forest hero like a plum!"
Mo Jia didn't say anything, he just raised his eyebrows and scanned her up and down.
Huan Huan stood up and said, "Hey, what do you mean? Don't think that I really don't dare!"
Mojia passed her and walked directly towards the luxury store.
"Hey, wait a minute, I'm telling you, I really want to be a robber! First rob the rich, then help the poor!"
The cold and arrogant man walking in front didn't even look back. There was a bit of laziness mixed in the cold air, "Let's take care of yourself first."
Huanhuan glared at him from behind, so he should have robbed him of his sudden wealth to support himself.
There were not many types of bags sold in this store, but they were all extremely expensive. Huanhuan didn't know the goods, but she knew the zeros on the price tags. She quietly counted them "tens, hundreds, millions..."
His eyes grew wider and wider, and finally he quietly moved behind Mo Jia and tugged at the corner of his clothes.
Mo Jia looked back, eyes slightly lowered.
"Let's go..."
Mojia raised his eyebrows inquiringly, Huanhuan coughed twice uncomfortably, and whispered, "It's so expensive here, each bag costs six or seven figures..."
Mo Jia looked at her thoughtfully, then walked straight inside, glanced at the things on the shelves, picked a few items at random, and said, "All are included."
The shopping guide lady was surprised and delighted, and responded hurriedly. It seemed like such a random selection, but little did she know that all Mojia picked were the most expensive limited edition bags in the store!
Almost the entire store was about to be emptied, and the card still hadn't been maxed out.
Sitting in his sports car, the back was stuffed with the things he bought today. Huanhuan pursed her dry lips and turned around, "You spent so much money just to prove that I didn't steal anything?"
Mojia controlled the steering wheel with one hand and supported his head with the other hand, "My people, it is not anyone else's turn to gossip."
Huanhuan was startled, and his big eyes were even more misty.
His people...
This sentence is so ambiguous that it seems to be flying in the clouds.
She hurriedly turned her face away, clutching the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands. Her heart was beating uncontrollably, and her cheeks were getting increasingly red.
Why should he be so nice to her? Is it because she knew his secret, so a revolutionary friendship developed?
If it was just because of this, he had done enough. If he did more, she would not be able to bear it. She was afraid, afraid that she would not be able to help herself, afraid that she would be unable to control herself...
Huanhuan suddenly thought of the woman lying in the sarcophagus, and the way Mojia stared at her affectionately. The heart that had just been ignited began to gradually cool down at this moment.
How could she forget?
The prince has long had his heart set on belonging.
*……*
In the dimly lit underground stone room, the dark sarcophagus reflects a faint and eerie luster.
Inside the sarcophagus, the woman lay peacefully inside.