209. Chapter 209 That's the dead body trying to rape you
Casting a lazy glance at Mo Xiaoran, she raised the corners of her lips indifferently.
"The reason why I am so passionate about this matter is because the incident of you raping a corpse has affected the reputation of Liuyu Villa, and as the head of Zijin Hall, I have the responsibility to make such rumors disappear."
After saying that, a cold light flashed from the corner of her eyes.
The fleeting chill made Mo Xiaoran feel a little scared.
In fact, he found that he didn't really understand anything about Lin Ran.
However, since we don't love each other and since we don't want to love, why should we understand her?
As she said, don't think about unnecessary things.
Putting aside the dull thoughts in his mind, he returned to his usual cynical Mo Xiaoran.
At this moment, that handsome face that was so handsome that it could confuse all living beings showed a slight hint of innocent dissatisfaction.
"Madam, you are wronging me again. I am not the one who raped and killed the corpse. You know..."
At this moment, there was a bit of amusing childishness in those charming eyes.
The original seriousness has disappeared.
Sometimes, Lin Ran really thinks that Mo Xiaoran really has a split personality.
Sometimes he is cold, sometimes he is gentle, sometimes he is like a ruffian, sometimes he is like a child.
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In short, she has seen every side of Mo Xiaoran.
However, the funny thing is that she can't understand every aspect of Mo Xiaoran.
He was like a riddle, a riddle that she could never figure out.
Too lazy to spend too much unnecessary time on Mo Xiaoran, she just glanced at him lazily.
Then he said angrily:
"Then the corpse wants to rape you."
After saying these words that made Mo Xiaoran a little crazy, she turned around and walked into the back room.
His hand once again quietly touched his heart.
"Damn, why is it always like this?"
Because of the suppressed and somewhat annoyed emotions in her heart, she cursed in a low voice.
In the yard, the smile on Mo Xiaoran's face had faded at this time.
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The silver threads like a waterfall fly in the wind.