He opened his confused eyes weakly, and what caught his eye was a familiar handsome face, with great anger. Mo Xiaoran was stunned and laughed dryly, "Ah...ah...oh...Huang Xiaojue...
…”How come you are here?!
Before she could ask the last sentence, her chin was pinched by her cold and slender fingers. She swallowed the words she said, and her big black eyes flashed at him furiously.
"On the last chance, you answer seriously!" Huang Xiaojue supported the wall with one hand, surrounding the petite girl, "Did you sleep with Louis last night?"
"No..." Mo Xiaoran reflexively wanted to deny it, but suddenly stopped. What did he mean? I suspect that she was unpredictable?
Or is he jealous?
The intimate look he and An Ran stood together when they were in the hospital cafeteria again... She gritted her teeth, tilted her head, her eyes were vague, and she changed her mouth with a thorn in her teeth, "Yes, I slept with Louis..."
Before she could finish her speech, she felt a pain in her jaw. Then, her fingertips with anger slid onto her delicate cheeks, pulled her face up, and forced her to look directly at his deep brown eyes.
Mo Xiaoran stared at him hatefully, her sad face...Silence...
"Girl..." His voice was very heavy, and it was obvious that he was trying hard to endure his anger, "What I want to hear is the truth, and your explanation... not your angry statement."
She shivered, "Who...is angry..."
But it seems she is really angry...
No, right! From the moment she promised to get engaged to Louis... she had nothing to do with him! What could she be angry about him?
Well! She was not angry, she was very confident! "I just slept with him, I'm all engaged anyway..."
"You have the nerve to talk about engagement?" The brown eyes seemed to have become deeper because of their anger.
Mo Xiaoran struggled to ignore the extremely oppressive eyes. Then, imitating Huang Xiaojue's appearance, raised his eyebrows in a pretentious manner, and his bold expression seemed to be saying something embarrassed.
But this expression looked a little funny on her delicate little face.
Huang Xiaojue laughed furiously and curled his lips. The next second, in Mo Xiaoran's shocked gaze, he pulled out a4 paper from somewhere, which clearly stated the four big words "wife agreement" on it.
Release her fingers, and gracefully flicked the signature and handprints below the agreement:
"Wife, you have forgotten your identity again..." His tone was arrogant and arrogant, and his flicked fingers were reminding Mo Xiaoran that there was her autograph and fingerprint under the agreement...
Now, he suddenly felt that this agreement could be changed, it was simply a trump card agreement!
Mo Xiaoran was stunned and stammered for a few seconds, "That... can't be counted..."
"Can't count?" he raised his eyebrows, "I don't mind getting a marriage certificate with you now."
Looking at her embarrassed face, he chuckled, and took out another piece of a4 paper from somewhere. His face darkened again, and his fingertips circled the picture on the paper, "Explain it to me, this
...What's going on?"
In the picture, a man and a woman were kissing under the ambiguous light...