He didn't speak, and lay leisurely on her small bed, looking lazy at his home.
Mo Xiaoran glared incrediblely, "Where did you let me sleep?"
Her house only has two small pitiful wooden beds, one of her father's and one of her own!
"No, go to the sofa outside to sleep!" Mo Xiaoran hummed unceremoniously, walked over and grabbed him and tried to pull him up, but was pulled back by a reaction. She staggered and fell down without any warning.
In his arms.
"You haven't slept with me," he said calmly, "Although the bed is a little smaller."
It's really not convenient to squeeze two people...
The most unbearable thing was the wooden board below. He really couldn't imagine how could she endure the hard wooden board with such a delicate and weak body?
"I know you are still squeezing with me?" Mo Xiaoran muttered, "Go home to sleep with your luxurious bed..."
He raised his eyebrows disrespectfully, "If you have any difficulties, you will be together."
As he said that, he wrapped his hands around her waist, but accidentally touched her pocket. A strange light flashed in his brown eyes. Before she could react, she reached out to take out the things from her pocket.
Two sheets of paper, one large and one small, were folded into small squares.
Mo Xiaoran was stunned for a moment, looked down at his pocket and then at the things in his hand. He immediately rushed and reached out to grab the big one, "This is privacy, you can't read it!"
However, his hand went higher and avoided her little claws. Then he curled his lips evilly, with a bad smile in his eyes, "Is this privacy?"
As he said that, he shook the paper in his hand, his lazy look arrogant and a little proud.
My mood was extremely good.
It turned out that she didn't throw away the wife's agreement... and she kept it so carefully in her pocket to carry it with her.
Mo Xiaoran was stunned for a moment, then covered her face with a pair of small claws, "Oh my God... don't think too much! I just... I just forgot to throw it away..."
Huang Xiaojue smiled slightly, but did not point out her stupid lie, and then unfolded another piece of paper.
When the eyes touched the content above, the eyes suddenly became darker, and the smile at the corner of the mouth became faintly cold.
"So impatient to go back?"
That was a flight back to London, and it was 10 o'clock tomorrow morning.
"I promised to go back as soon as possible." She buried her head, her voice muffled.
"...You are still not willing to cancel your engagement with him at all?" Huang Xiaojue's voice was low, exuding anger, and the aura it emitted gradually became cold...
Mo Xiaoran bit his lip and moved it out of his arms bit by bit. He lowered his eyes and had no courage to look at him. His little mouth moved, but he finally said nothing.
It’s not that she doesn’t want to cancel her engagement…
But she has to go back and explain it clearly to Louis, right? She has to apologize, right? She has to thank Anna for her care, right?
Seeing that her face looked like she had nothing to say, Huang Xiaojue sneered slightly, and the disappointment and anger in her brown eyes were mixed. His slender fingers loosened, and the air ticket made of paper cards fell in front of Mo Xiaoran.
Then, he stood up and walked out of the room without looking back.