"The plot seems exciting?" A sarcastic voice came from behind.
Mo Xiyu turned around and saw Lin Sirui standing one meter away from her holding Leng Shaotian's arm. She looked back and forth between the two of them and nodded: "Brother, Miss Lin..."
Leng Shaotian's deep and sharp eyes, full of deep disdain, looked at her from head to toe. His eyes moved to the collar where her entire shoulder was exposed, and the coldness was even worse...
He snorted with utmost disdain, "We in the Leng family are not reduced to the point where we have to give away even a piece of clothing!"
That contemptuous tone seemed like she had done something shameless and immoral...
Moreover, clothes? Are they given by outsiders?
Mo Xiyu's whole body froze, and a ridiculous emotion could not be suppressed in his eyes. He slowly raised his head and looked at Leng Shaotian, "Brother, I have to say that I really haven't bought it. Do you believe it?"
She actually wanted to say that her surname was not Leng, so even if the Leng family had a fortune, it had nothing to do with her, Mo Xiyu.
But when the words came to my lips, they changed again.
After all, she still didn't want to cause trouble on such an occasion, which would be neither good for her nor the Leng family.
Because, ever since she became sensible, the Leng family had never bought her any clothes, and even pocket money was extremely stingy. She thought that if Mr. Leng hadn't thought of letting her marry the Leng family, he was afraid that her education would be too low.
, is not worthy of their Leng family, I guess Shu will probably not give her training.
As for things like buying clothes, in my memory, since she was a child, she and Leng Xue had similar body shapes and heights, so before going to college, she either wore clothes that Leng Xue didn't want, or she didn't like them after she bought them.
She continued to wear clothes until she was in college, and only when she could make money on her own could she buy clothes according to her own preferences.
Thinking of this, Mo Xiyu pursed her lips. Somehow, the events of those years had already become memories. At that time, she did not feel aggrieved. After all, Leng Xue wore all brand-name and high-quality clothes.
, she remembered countless times that when she wore it to school, everyone would scream, saying that what she was wearing was a limited edition.
Although, no one knew that she was once so eager to buy a style that she liked.
These have become memories, but at this moment, being asked by Leng Shaotian brought back the grievances that had long been forgotten deep in my heart. I clenched my hand on the bag, turned my head, and frowned.
, sore and uncomfortable eyes.
However, Leng Shaotian looked at Mo Xiyu coldly, something in his heart suddenly twisted. Then he let go of Lin Sirui's hand, took two steps forward, and stood in front of Mo Xiyu.
Then, he slowly stretched out his arms and lifted her chin, and saw two lines of clear tears falling from the corners of her eyes.
His heart twitched again, and the scene in the restaurant where he saw her eating leftovers reappeared in front of his eyes. Leng Shaotian's Adam's apple rolled. How many other sides did she have that he didn't know about...
It was at this moment that he suddenly understood why, growing up, she and Leng Xue lived in the same room, one year apart, and Leng Xue could live such a carefree and arrogant life.
But she was...submissive and didn't even dare to speak loudly.
So much so that he disliked her character very much. In his eyes, he always felt that she was just pretending to win the sympathy of their family. Now, he understood that she was not pretending, but she was pitiful.
.
In addition to giving her a good academic degree, her father seemed to give her other treatment that was not as good as that of a domestic servant.
Thinking of this, God knows how much effort it took for him to resist the urge to hold her in his arms.