Chapter 88 Not far from the slap, there is a big tree that looks lush in the night. Next to the trunk, a perfect white figure stands slightly eye-catching.
He, Mo Mi, seemed to have been standing here when he hugged her, sincerely said sorry to her, and said he was reflecting on her.
When he saw him hugging her from behind, he could raise his lips in disapproval. When he saw him asking her to hit him, he could also smile slightly unmoved, but when he saw him kissing her wildly and deeply,
, but he unexpectedly discovered that he could not be indifferent. His cynical heart would feel a little uncomfortable when seeing such a scene, and even moved forward, as if there was a need to do so.
Snatch her from his arms and prevent him from having the urge to kiss her forcefully.
Shit, what happened to me? In the middle of the night, without sleeping in the room, I came here to peek at Nuo Qiang kissing her? Uh...
He frowned slightly, secretly mocking himself in his heart, took a deep breath, decided to take another look, then turned around and went back to sleep with Jiang Han, but he never expected to see such a scene...
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There seems to be an indescribable wave of emotion surging...
Ouyang Nuo kissed her intoxicatedly, his spiritual tongue forcefully pried open her shell teeth, chased her lilac uvula, and drew a rhythmic kiss like a circle...
His kiss caught Xia Cao off guard, "Uh... um..."
When something wonderful suddenly flashed through her mind, she was so frightened that she couldn't bear it anymore. She pushed him away desperately, quickly raised her right hand and hit his handsome face hard with unusual force, "Pop".
This slap was too harsh and too decisive.
Ouyang Nuo's face suddenly became crooked.
He seemed to have expected that he would receive such a slap from her, with five finger prints on the left side of his face. Not only did he not say a word, but he also did not show a trace of angry expression. He just projected a messy look on the grass by the roadside.
Eyes...
"Ouyang Nuo, how can you be such a bastard?" Xia Cao looked at him bitterly and choked out, "I hate you so much." Yin Luo turned around quickly, shed a tear, and ran desperately into the night.
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Ouyang Nuo did not catch up, but slowly raised his eyes, with a slightly melancholy gaze, firmly looking at her back that quickly disappeared into the night... Oh, I kissed you, you slapped me hard, you said I hate you to death
Yes, I have no regrets.
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Mo Mi could see that slap clearly.
Perhaps he had seen her hit Jiang Han with such force. He was not very surprised. He looked at Ouyang Nuo's figure standing there, blinking his narrow phoenix eyes, putting his hands in his pockets, expressionless and silent.
Leaving... No, you are really... moved by her.
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Ten minutes later, Ouyang Nuo turned around and quietly walked back to the farmhouse under the faint moonlight.
Walking into the bedroom where the three of them lived together, he looked at his two friends who were sleeping soundly. For the first time, he personally took out a box of cigarettes from Jiang Han's coat, took out one, lit it inexpertly, and then gently
He sat on the bedside and drank slowly.
At this time, Mo Mi slowly opened her eyes, sat up, took a cigarette and lit it skillfully, blew out a puff of light smoke, and looked at him pretending to be confused, "What's wrong?"
He shook his head, "Nothing."
Mo Mi was silent for a while and asked softly: "Did you go out just now?"
He thought for a moment, nodded expressionlessly, and said softly: "I'll go out and return the phone to her."
Mo Mi smiled faintly, "Oh." Yin Wei paused, took a puff of cigarette, and slowly exhaled the smoke, "It took you so long to repay her, she didn't scold you, right?"
He smiled lightly and said, "It's okay."
"What do you mean it's okay?" Mo Mi looked suspicious, raised a hand, and poked his left cheek with a little red mark with the pad of her middle finger, "What's going on?"
He stopped laughing and took a deep breath of cigarette.
Mo Mi knew that saving face for him meant saving face for herself, so instead of asking the question to get to the bottom of it, she smiled softly, held the cigarette between her fingers, and puffed out the smoke handsomely.
Maybe it was because the smell of cigarette smoke was too strong. Jiang Han, who was sleeping inside, suddenly frowned and woke up. Seeing the two of them sitting on the bedside smoking, he also stood up and sat on the bedside to take a look.
The sky was still dark outside the window, and I asked in confusion: "Why don't you two sleep? Are you both worried?"
Ouyang Nuo didn't answer and continued smoking unaffected.
Mo Mi raised her lips, took out a cigarette and threw it to him neatly, "Light it up and smoke it, and close your mouth."
He frowned, "Huh!?" He opened and closed his mouth, picked up the cigarette and lit it very skillfully.
During this long night, the three of them had a boring time, but they had an unprecedented boring time.
Sitting side by side on the bed, smoking, waiting for the light of dawn, letting the cigarettes between our fingers burn to the end...
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The next afternoon, the cross-stitch they had ordered their people to look for in Fog City finally arrived. The three of them gathered in the luxurious hall of the mountain villa, each holding a cross-stitch pattern and pondering it secretly.
"Nuo, Mi, how does this show off?" Jiang Han picked up a needle, shook the cross stitch in his hand, and asked with a frown.
Mo Mi lay seductively on the soft high-end sofa with her cross stitch in her arms. She turned around and saw his silly look, and burst out laughing, "Ah ha ha ha... Ah ha ha ha... Han, you are a pig, Xiu."
Cross-stitch requires not only a proprietary needle, but also a proprietary thread. If you just use a needle, you can’t show anything, hahaha..."
Three black lines instantly appeared on Jiang Han's plump forehead. "Uh!" He quickly walked up to him and suppressed him arrogantly. "You fox, if you laugh again, I will twist off your tail."
"Ah ha ha ha..." Mo Mi still laughed.
"Uh..." Jiang Han was so angry that he took the cross-stitch in his arms. When he saw the crooked lines of needlework on it, he twitched the corners of his resolute mouth in disdain, "Mi, don't laugh at me.
You can be said to be proficient in various arts, but you obviously don't know how to show off cross stitch." Si Kede was here.
"Haha... Well, yes..." Mo Mi smiled and nodded, "I admit, I really don't know this woman's patent, but I can teach myself and show off a cross-stitch pillow that is as perfect as mine.
give her."
How could Jiang Han be willing to accept the defeat? He raised his heroic eyebrows and said, "I will also teach myself and show off someone who is smarter and better than you and give it back to her."
"Tch!" Mo Mi suppressed a smile and grabbed his big hands, "You can hold a gun with your hands, but forget about needles."
"..." Jiang Han was speechless. He frowned and thought for a while, then stood up and walked to Ouyang Nuo who was standing aside. "Nuo, can you show off?"
"I'm not omnipotent." Ouyang Nuo said with a smile, helplessly holding up the cross stitch in his hand, "I really don't know how to do this."
Mo Mi stood up slightly at this moment, looked at the cross stitch in his hand, and said thoughtfully: "Han, Nuo, why don't we compete to see who can show off this cross stitch in the shortest time."
Jiang Han was stunned, then he raised his hand without any stage fright and raised his head, "Bijibi, I will let you know that my hands can not only hold guns, but also needles."
"Uh, do you think you, a thick-lined guy with well-developed limbs, can still be a man of both civil and military skills?" Mo Mi couldn't help but laugh.
Jiang Han thought for a while and nodded without humility at all, "Well, you can say that."
Looking at his arrogant expression, Mo Mi really wanted to fly towards him with a knife, "Uh..."
Ouyang Nuo smiled faintly and suddenly put down the cross-stitch in his hand and said to them matter-of-factly: "There is no need for me to join in this unprecedented cross-stitch competition. You two are the ones who tore up her cross-stitch pillow."
This is not me."
Mo Mi frowned slightly, "Well, it seems that is indeed the case."
"Mystery, let's compete between the two of us." Jiang Han crossed his arms and said cheerfully, "Let Nuo be the referee."
Mo Mi shrugged, "It doesn't matter."
Ouyang Nuo looked at the two of them again, remained silent for a few seconds, and faintly raised his lips, "Actually, I think this game is unnecessary."
"Why?" Jiang Han was a little confused.
"You tore apart a cross-stitch pillow from her and just returned it to her with a cross-stitch pillow. Why don't you unite and work together to show off a qualified cross-stitch pillow and return it to her?" He asked in a circular motion.
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After hearing this, Mo Mi looked approvingly and winked at him with a charming smile, "Oh, it does make sense."
Jiang Han also thought this was a very good idea. He nodded with a smile, sat next to him, and said loudly: "Nuo, you can also join us. The three of us will show off this cross-stitch pillow together. In this way, the three of us will be called
We share blessings and share hardships.”
Mo Mi raised her lips and snapped her fingers, "Good idea."
Both of them welcomed them to join, and Ouyang Nuo couldn't refuse, so he had to agree with a smile, "Okay, the Three Stooges are better than Zhuge Liang. Let's work together to show off a cross-stitch pillow."
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Since they agreed to show off cross-stitch pillows together, the three of them have stopped hiking and hunting. All entertainment activities have been cancelled. They have divided work and cooperated, and concentrated on showing off cross-stitch.
Ten minutes later, Ouyang Nuo finished embroidering a piece of grass and handed the cross-stitch to Mo Mi, who was watching the company's daily status through the computer, "Mi, it's your turn to embroider."
Mo Mi smiled and said, "Yeah." Her long, handsome fingers tapped on the keyboard skillfully a few times. After typing in a string of English instructions and sending them out, she took the cross stitch and sat on the sofa, stitching and stitching in style.
Start embroidering. "I also embroider this piece of grass..."
While he was embroidering, Ouyang Nuo was not idle. He took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, picked up a pen and began to review them carefully.
"No, I really didn't expect that you would do your work in this poor valley." Mo Mi looked at him while embroidering, and said with a meaningful smile, "Well, it's really hard work."
Ouyang Nuo quickly signed his name on a document, looked up at the laptop next to him, and raised his lips disapprovingly, "Aren't you the same? Even important meetings are communicated with senior executives through computers."
"Hehehe..." Mo Mi laughed softly, embroidered a stitch seriously, and looked up at him brightly, "We are each other."