Mo Xiaoyan didn't care about Bei Yinzhe's reaction. Anyway, Mo Xiaoyan's current acting target was Ivan Xia, so the others should stay aside.
So, Mo Xiaoyan swaggered up to An Xiaoruo and Zi Yezhuo, patted her chest and affirmed: "Bei Yinzhe, Zi Yezhuo, you send Xiaoruo home first."
After saying that, he leaned down and smiled at An Xiaoruo with an ambiguous look: "Leave this top product to me. You can't be so stingy! Are you reluctant to give it to me?"
An Xiaoruo was startled and knew what Mo Xiaoyan wanted to do. He quickly laughed and said: "How could it be... I'll go home first."
After An Xiaoruo finished speaking, he immediately pulled Zi Ye Zhuo away. Mo Xiaoyan winked at Bei Yinzhe, and Bei Yinzhe followed him. On the contrary, Bei Yinzhe glared at Mo Xiaoyan with a dissatisfied look on his face.
As if complaining, Mo Xiaoyan asked Zi Ye Zhuo to send An Xiaoruo home.
Mo Xiaoyan just ignored that idiot Bei Yinzhe!
Even if Mo Xiaoyan didn't say anything, Ziye Zhuo would shamelessly stalk her and try to follow her. It would be better for her, Mo Xiaoyan, to just be a favor!
(Tang Mohan: You are a good person. Yan: Nonsense. Needless to say, it’s a success! Tang: Decisive and speechless)
When Ivan Xia saw An Xiaoruo walking away, she immediately wanted to follow him. Unexpectedly, she was blocked by Mo Xiaoyan: "Hey, you, a fifty-watt light bulb, want to destroy other people's good things?"
"Lightbulb??" Ivan Xia took a closer look and couldn't help but be a little confused. Does he look like a big lightbulb?
"Yeah." Mo Xiaoyan pretended to be natural and pollution-free, looking innocent and cute.
Ivan Xia was stunned for a moment, and she was almost fooled by someone's expression. She immediately shook off someone's hand, her purple eyes darkened a bit: "You'd better stay away from me."
Mo Xiaoyan pretended to be pushed down by him and collapsed on the ground. When she raised her head, her eyes filled with tears: "It hurts..."
Ivan Xia Junyi's delicate face wrinkled slightly. He didn't know how he felt, but he felt pity for Mo Xiaoyan. He clenched his fists at a loss. Should he help her or not?
When Mo Xiaoyan saw this, there was a hint of amusement in her eyes, and she continued to pretend: "I can't walk. Wuwu."
Ivan Xia stood for a moment, scanning Mo Xiaoyan's seemingly flawless acting skills with a deep gaze. A strange light flashed through her purple eyes for a few seconds. The originally expressionless and gloomy face became much brighter, and her thin lips were light.
Raising an arc, he stretched out his hand like a gentleman: "Miss, are you okay?"
Hooked!!!
Mo Xiaoyan secretly rejoiced, and immediately took Ivanxia's slender hand without any pretense and crawled into Ivanxia's arms. She immediately pretended to be injured and couldn't walk, and said weakly: "Carry me!
"
"Okay..." Ivan Xia immediately picked up Mo Xiaoyan without a moment's hesitation.
"Hey, it's on my back, not on my shoulders!!!" I'm afraid it's okay if I hug him!
"Your wound is on your knee. In order to prevent the wound from getting worse, it's better to carry it."