Mo Qixuan was calm and his eyes were silent. Mo Yanyi looked at him and suddenly said: "You like her"
Mo Qixuan woke up from a dream, his eyes flickered, but he calmed down and smiled lightly: "She has always been your brother."
He is always a person hiding behind love
Eight years ago, when he first met Ye Baoer, his beautiful eyes immediately captured his heart. At that time, Mu Ruofang only thought about his little love with Baoer.
It’s not that he’s not secretly happy in his heart, but he is such a person who is not good at expressing himself. He is very happy in his heart, but on the surface he behaves impatiently.
Impatiently, Mu Ruofang asked him to carry food to Baoer, impatiently watched soap operas with Baoer, impatiently carried Baoer back to the room, and impatiently accompanied her to dinner.
In fact, only he knows how much he likes it in his heart
Seeing Ying Zhen, the first love emotions buried in his heart surged, but he could still only hide behind love, and mess with her and Mo Yanyi
Because he knows that neither Baoer nor Yingzhen will ever belong to him
He would rather hide behind love and watch his beloved girl be happy
But now... everything has become powerless and ironic. What his brother can't protect, he can't protect either.
How much deep love does it take to cover up the hatred of killing your father?
Mo Yanyi lit a cigarette and said quietly: "Qi Xuan, I want to be quiet for a while."
Mo Qixuan stood up and left
In the curling smoke, Mo Yanyi's expression was sad and confused. It wasn't until the cigarette butt burned his hand that he was suddenly startled. He let go of his fingers and the cigarette butt fell to the carpet.
A small smoke burned a hole in the expensive carpet
Love is like this cigarette butt, if you are not careful, it will burn your hands
He stood up and walked to the window, opening the curtains. Those people had not left yet. Anjia was backing them up. They would not be reconciled until they saw Yingying killed.
Suddenly, he dropped his hand. It turned out that there were many things that he couldn't control. For example, the sky was teasing him.
He sat back on the sofa and smoked one cigarette at a time. The clean and tidy room was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke, which was a bit choking.
But he didn't care. He had never been such a careless person.
The sky was getting dark, and those people were still standing outside the castle. They had no intention of leaving and were not outright persecuting him. They were persecuting him because he would not execute his father-killing enemy.
He let out a long breath, the cigarette box was empty, and there was nothing left to relieve his worries.
Mo Yanyi picked up the phone, a flash of pain flashed in his eyes, and finally dialed a number