"Is it true? You are the new boss of Minus Five Degrees, and you fired me?" Fei'er interrupted Mo Yichen's attempt to explain, with heartbreaking sadness in his eyes.
"Yes" Mo Yichen nodded
"Let me go" Fei'er forcefully shook off Mo Yichen's hand
"Do you think it's fun? Master Mo, I'm like a little sparrow in your hand, cheating and throwing away at will. Have you had enough fun now? Even if you haven't had enough fun, I'm sorry, I've had enough fun, please leave.
I don’t want to see you again”
Fei'er felt all kinds of emotions in her heart at this moment. How could she be calm? This man had treated her as a toy from the very beginning.
Everything is just his game. In his heart, he is just a woman who is greedy for fame and wealth, a little sparrow who can bring him fun.
"I didn't treat you as a toy, I was just angry at the time and that's why I did that."
Mo Yichen was extremely anxious, but he was not good at explaining
He should say that he originally bought that liquor store because he was afraid that Brother Long would come back for revenge. Only in this way could he protect you from being harassed, and his identity would never allow him to appear in public as the boss of a liquor store.
If he said this, Fei'er might not say the following words that would make him sad
"Yes, you are just in a bad mood. You are in a bad mood, so you can make others lose their jobs to survive. You are in a bad mood, so you can set prices at will and treat them as commodities. You are in a bad mood, so you can
You can find any excuses to take revenge on me, you selfish little person, and get away from me. I never want to see you again."
Fei'er cried and told her story, and then he realized that he had done something that hurt her so much. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe away her tears, because seeing her tears made him feel so sad.
"Take off your dirty hands and leave quickly" Fei'er waved his hand away
Mu Yuze pulled Fei'er to him and put a challenging hand on Fei'er's shoulder.
"My hands are dirty, are his hands clean?" Mo Yichen's patience had reached its limit. He stared at Mu Yuze's hands and said harshly.
"Yes, his hands are many times cleaner than yours"