As soon as Mo Jue returned to the room, he fell on the bed alone. He didn't change his clothes. He pulled the quilt to cover himself tightly. He didn't look at anything or think about it. If the child is depressed, he won't kill anyone.
Violence begins to torture oneself.
Ye Wei stared at her legs and shook her head. She seemed to have expected such a reaction from him. She originally thought that as soon as Mo Jue came back, she would rush to the bathroom and pour cold water to cool down the heat.
Up there, she felt that he had nowhere to vent his anger. Mo Ye was silent and didn't say a word. He also didn't say a word. He didn't say anything. His face was expressionless. He wanted to get angry, but Father Mo was so powerful.
The aura is there, if you get angry, try to see if you dare to be angry, he will definitely beat you down. The two brothers have grown up in his shadow for a long time, so they naturally understand his temper, so they don't get angry.
Ye Wei sat on the edge of the bed and deliberately pressed her body against him, "Beauty Mo Jue, have you been hit?"
"Go away, I'm in a bad mood!" Mo Jue replied dully, turning over and rolling around on the bed. Ye Wei wanted to laugh just looking at it. What kind of quirk is this? She shook her head, feeling speechless.[
"Beauty Mo Jue, my legs hurt."
Mo Jue responded in a muffled manner. Ye Wei poked the ball in the quilt again and reiterated seriously, "Mo Jue, beauty, my wife's feet hurt, don't you love her anymore?"
He stood up from the bed with a cry and looked at Ye Wei with a pair of purple eyes. His hair was a little messy and he looked particularly fierce, as if he wanted to eat Ye Wei.
"I am in a bad mood!"
"I'm in a bad mood too." Ye Wei raised her eyebrows and smiled. Mo Jue's purple eyes became even more angry. It was so hot that it seemed as if the ewe was about to be roasted. She was clearly teasing him.
Mo Jue was very unhappy.
Ye Wei carefully pressed her legs, sat next to him, and said with a smile, "Mo Jue, I found that you and your father are really similar. This 'nature' is carved from the same mold. Heredity is indeed a very mysterious thing.
The problem."
"Go away, I look nothing like him!" Mo Jue was angry and his eyes widened. Does he look like his father? Not at all.
"Don't be so harsh. You already know that you are most like him. Mo Da looks like my master. No, not exactly. He is not as cute as my master." Ye Wei commented lightly, automatically ignoring Mo Jue's dark face.
"I don't think my brother looks like her at all!" Mo Jue snorted coldly, unwilling to turn around.
Ye Wei smiled, looking elegant and domineering, "Mo Jue, come and tell me, who are you referring to?"
"Why do you ask knowingly?"
"You have brainwashed me, your IQ has been damaged, and I have become a lot stupider recently. Tell me, who is she? Let me tell you about it?" Ye Wei was still smiling, but there was something in her eyes.
serious.
Mo Jue fell back on the pillow and ignored Ye Wei, giving her a cold back. Ye Wei sighed in her heart, why is this child so stubborn? Why is he so white?
"Mo Jue, are you in a really bad mood? I'll teach you a way to feel better, do you want to listen?"
Mo Jue continued to heal his wounds while holding the quilt, ignoring Ye Wei. She crawled over with a smile on her face, "Shall we have a drink?"
"roll!"
"How rude!" Ye Wei poked his shoulder. It seemed like she was the only one who told him to get lost. How dare he yell at her? How dare he get fat? Yes, yes!
"Mo Jue, what are you depressed about? Tell me. It's not good to be depressed like this." Ye Wei should take the ladylike route, hugging Mo Jue's waist distressedly, and said in a cooing voice, "My family feels so sorry for me."
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"Hypocritical." Mo Jue exposed her background mercilessly and coldly threw two words at her.
Ye Wei almost pinched his waist. She finally wanted to be gentle for once, but she refused to give him face. It was too much. It was just a piece of wood. Forget it, it was just a piece of wood that she liked.
"I really feel sorry for you." Ye Wei said seriously, her whole person suddenly became Qiong Yao, "Looking at Father Mo, I can tell how you were treated when you were a child, and I can tell by the way you are afraid of him, you
What kind of shadow have you lived in? Looking at the way you are annoyed but holding back, I know how much you hope that Father Mo can give you a little love. Mo Jue, I really feel for you."
Damn, it makes me want to cry. This tragic atmosphere is so easy to create.
But to be honest, she really felt sorry for Mo Jue, and she could finally understand why Mo Jue obeyed his brother a little too much. It was probably because Mo Jue was very protective of him when he was a child.
Otherwise, looking at his eyes, Father Mo would want to strangle him to death.
What a cruel father that is.
"I'm pretending again." Mo Jue groaned.
Ye Wei slapped him on the head, "Damn, I care about you and you said I'm pretending, come on, you can feel sorry for yourself, I'll sleep next door, I don't care whether you live or die."
As soon as Ye Wei stood up, she was hugged fiercely from behind, and the sound of gnashing teeth sounded in her ears, "No!"
"Keep lying down, keep tossing, why don't you continue? If you have the ability, just keep showing off to me." Ye Wei smiled very sweetly, while Mo Jue looked sullen.
"do not talk."
"Mo Jue, you are a combination of masochism and sadism, really." Ye Wei smiled faintly, patted his hand, and said in a rare gentle voice, "If you feel unhappy, just tell me.
Not an outsider."
"I know you will be unhappy." Mo Jue said in a deep voice, holding Ye Wei in his arms, his voice was muffled and a little cold.
Ye Wei was startled, "Why am I unhappy? Really, I won't lose my temper no matter what you say today. I will pamper you just once today."
Who says women can't pamper men.
"I don't like her." Mo Jue said bluntly, not knowing what politeness meant at all.
Ye Wei raised her eyebrows and asked knowingly, "Which one?"
"Your master." Mo Jue said. Seeing that Ye Wei's leg was a little uncomfortable, he simply hugged her and sat on his lap, spreading her injured leg and resting it to avoid touching the wound.
She always didn't care. After touching it several times, the wound opened several times.
Ye Wei raised her eyebrows exaggeratedly, "Wow, beauty Mo Jue, aren't you? You want to compete with your father for a woman? Oh my God, you are so courageous. The slave family worships you so much. Applause, applause, I am mentally
