The Maybach stopped in front of a breakfast shop, and then Morye asked Ling Kexin to get out of the car. Ling Kexin didn't know why. After getting out of the car, she realized that today's sun seemed to be coming out from the "west".
Together they walked into the gorgeously decorated, neat and beautiful breakfast shop. As soon as they walked out of the shop, Ling Kexin looked at the price list hanging on the wall. The food varieties and unit prices listed on it made her stunned... It was so expensive.
Combining Chinese and Western food, Moor Ye ordered a lot. Ling Kexin looked at the many kinds of breakfast that she had never tasted before, and her appetite was greatly increased. She ate one after another in front of Mo Ye without any courtesy, until she hit one
Burp.
More Ye didn't eat much, except for a glass of milk and a hamburger. Looking at the rest, he raised his eyes to Ling Kexin and said lightly: "If you like it, take it away."
Ling Kexin nodded hurriedly and asked the waiter to pack it for her. When she picked up the packing box and looked at Mo Ye, her face suddenly changed...
Moer Ye also had a look of surprise on his face. He frowned and glanced at Ling Kexin meaningfully. Ling Kexin shrank her head and looked elsewhere in panic. A waiter looked at the two of them, and then looked at Moer Ye.
Ye took the credit card in his hand.
"Tell me! What do you do with the money?" Moer Ye said coldly while sitting in the car.
He really didn't expect that the little goblin would take all the cash in his wallet. He clearly remembered that there was about a thousand dollars in the wallet, but now except for a few small bills, there was not a single hundred-dollar bill left.
, it seems that when she went to his room in the morning, she really became a thief!
"Your compensation." Ling Kexin looked at him carefully and replied in a low voice.
When More Ye heard the earthquake, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, stared at her, and asked again in disbelief: "What did you say? My compensation?"
Wow, when did he, Moer Ye, make such a mistake that he had to pay compensation?
His aura was too strong, and the oppressive momentum made Ling Kexin turn slightly to the side. She met his cold gaze with clear and innocent eyes, and said boldly: "You tore my skirt last night. Then
The skirt was rented by our literary and art club, and if it gets torn, we have to pay for it."
The corner of Mo Ye's mouth was ###, he simply couldn't accept this fact... Ridiculous! It's so ridiculous. He Mo Ye has touched many women over the years and had many torn skirts. Who has ever seen him ask for compensation?
You know, how many women in this world are eager for him to stretch out his hands and tear their clothes apart.
He stared blankly at Ling Kexin, as if he had just met the little girl in front of him, and she was very different.
Ling Kexin blinked, put her hand into her pocket, and took out a red roll. She carefully spread it out and found eight red bills. Then she raised it and shook it in front of Mo Ye, holding out eight fingers.
Head, told him: "I took eight hundred yuan."
Mo Ye tightened his gums, withdrew his gaze and sat upright. Well, he couldn't get angry with her because of this little money, otherwise his inappropriate words and deeds would fall into her mouth, saying that he was uncultured and petty, plus one sentence
Huang Shiren!
"Don't you think this is stealing?" Mo Ye tilted his lips, raising a hint of disdain.
"That doesn't count, because I put the receipt in your bag." Ling Kexin hurriedly argued.
Hoo! Moor Ye really wanted to laugh. She went into his bag to get money, and she even wrote him a receipt? After giving Ling Kexin a faint look, he decided to confirm it in front of her, so he took out his wallet and opened it.
Sure enough, he saw a piece of paper folded into the shape of "and" in the mezzanine. When he opened it, he found that the title was indeed a receipt. It said: Today, I received compensation for Mor Ye's clothes, totaling 800 yuan.
Yuan, take this receipt as evidence. There is the signature of the payee and the date below.
Mo Ye stared at these two lines of beautiful fonts, his face was like a revolving door. Suddenly, he felt a sense of defeat. Why was he always "defeated" at the hands of this little goblin recently? It was something he didn't bother to do.
, I don’t want to waver in my position, all because she will change it.
Tightening the paper, he slowly turned his head and stared at Ling Kexin with cold eyes: "Is it so expensive?"
"Yes, plus mental damage compensation." Ling Kexin began to calm down, put the money away, and put it back into her pocket, looking like a matter of course.
"You?" It's ridiculous, she also included mental damages.
"The amount is still small. I always thought you were rich, but I didn't expect you had so little cash in your bag." She curled her lips contemptuously.
Mo Ye felt like he was being laughed at by her, snorting softly: "Do you only have money in your eyes?"
Hearing this, Ling Kexin was silent. When he started the car, she raised her lips and smiled, mockingly: "Aren't you the same? You tied me to you for money. If you didn't do it for money, would you let me pay off the debt?
"It's all about money.
Mo Ye's face darkened, and his handsome eyes were immediately filled with anger. He pursed his lips tightly, and the slightly trembling corners of his lips revealed his dissatisfaction and disdain... Is it just because of money? Really money
, he dismissed it! The reason why he hated her so much and tied her to his side was because he cared more about another thing!
There was no more dialogue, and the car was deathly silent. Neither of them turned their heads to the side, and neither looked at the other. When the Maybach drove to Xueyuan Road, Morye suddenly stopped the car and shouted coldly: "Get out of the car.
!”
Ling Kexin looked at the long Xueyuan Road... If she got off the bus here, it would take her at least twenty minutes to walk to the door of the School of Economics. She turned her head and opened her mouth to speak, but she saw Mo Ye's dark expression.
Face, she closed her mouth again, opened the car door and got out of the car.
When she was about to close the door, a white packing box was thrown out of the car. Ling Kexin paused, holding the car door and glared at Mo Ye with dissatisfaction, and growled: "If you don't want to give it to me, don't give it to me in the future! Also, I'm performing tonight
, won’t come back!”
"Bang!" She closed the door hard.
Mo Ye was shocked. He watched her pick up the packing box from the ground, and then turned back to give him a cold look. He actually suppressed his anger and held the steering wheel tightly with both hands. He watched her straighten her chest and take a free and determined step.
, walked towards the direction of the college.
"Ring ring..." The mobile phone on the train suddenly rang. Mo Ye picked it up and saw that it was a familiar number. He hurriedly answered it.
"Hello, I'm Mo Ye."
"Mr. Mo, I am Dr. Liang. Please come to Xiangshan quickly."
…
After walking for a while, Ling Kexin relaxed her limbs, let out a long breath, and slowly turned around. She looked at the Maybach, only to see the black car turn around quickly, and then speed towards another street.
.
As soon as Ling Kexin walked into the college, Ren Yifei grabbed her, clasped her shoulders, stared into her eyes with clear eyes, and asked her questions one by one: "Tell me, who is the man who suddenly appeared last night?"
who?"
Ling Kexin knew that today's "arraignment" would be inevitable. She smiled bitterly: "That's the man!"
"Well?" Ren Yifei's black eyes widened, a little angry, "You lied to me? Didn't you say he is very ugly?"
"In my heart, he is really ugly!"
"Then who is he? What is his name?"
"he……"
"Ling Kexin!" Just when she was about to answer, Mo Yiting rushed over with two followers. Seeing Ren Yifei's presence, their arrogance suddenly weakened, and the two followers also stopped and stopped moving forward.
Damn it, and Mo Yiting's anger subdued slightly, she walked up to Ling Kexin and said coldly, "I want to talk to you alone."
Ren Yifei stood in front of Ling Kexin, raised her eyebrows and said sarcastically: "If you have something to say here, are your questions so shameful?"
"This is between me and Ling Kexin." Mo Yiting said angrily.
Ling Kexin was afraid that they would quarrel, so she pushed Ren Yifei gently, handed her the packing box in her hand, and gently advised her to go to the classroom first. She would come to her after a while, and Ren Yifei looked at her worriedly.
She, Ling Kexin smiled nonchalantly and gave her a reassuring look.
As soon as Ren Yifei left, Mo Yiting grabbed Ling Kexin's school uniform, dragged her to a quiet place, gritted her teeth and said: "Fox, didn't I tell you to stay away from He Xiaoxiao? Why did you hurt him again last night?
Being beaten?”
Ling Kexin shook off her hand, straightened her clothes with a cold face, and said, "If you have the ability, go and warn your elder brother!"
Mo Yiting choked... warned her brother? Oh! She wouldn't be stupid enough to grab the tiger's tail and pull out a hair on his body!
"The responsibility is yours! You clearly know that my elder brother does not allow you to do this, but you are so sexy," Mo Yiting said a little angrily. While Ling Kexin lowered her head to fix her clothes, she grabbed her hair, raised her fist and punched her hard.
She hit her on the head and cursed, "Fox, I will tell Xiaoxiao about you, I will make you stink! Let the classmates see your true face, you are so shameless, so shameless!"
Ling Kexin was hurt, and she started to fight back angrily. She used both hands to pull Mo Yiting's skirt hard, "Hiss..." After two sounds, Mo Yiting yelled.
Two followers not far away saw Ling Kexin struggling with their "princess" and immediately ran forward to help. One of them grabbed one of Ling Kexin's arms.
After all, Ling Kexin was weak. After being held by two girls, she could no longer move. Seeing that Ling Kexin scratched her skirt again, Mo Yiting was so angry that she slapped Ling Kexin on the face...
"Pa!" After a crisp sound, half of Ling Kexin's face turned red, but Mo Yiting felt relieved. She had not forgotten that Ling Kexin also slapped her on this campus one day.
"Fox, I have to slap your face today!" Seeing Ling Kexin glaring at her angrily, Mo Yiting raised her hand again.
"Stop!" A figure in a blue school uniform rushed over quickly following the sound. He grabbed Mo Yiting's wrist and said angrily, "Mo Yiting, are you bullying the weak?" After saying this,
, he pushed Mo Yiting away hard, then waved his arm twice more, leaving the two followers aside, and pulled Ling Kexin into his arms.
Leaning in He Xiaoxiao's arms, Ling Kexin suddenly felt a sense of security. However, just for a moment, her fear came over quietly.
At this time, many students gathered around, and Mo Yiting suddenly lost her temper. She shouted sadly: "He Xiaoxiao, haven't you seen her true face clearly yet? There are men outside her, there are men!"
As soon as Mo Yiting finished speaking, several girls around her began to agree, and some said, "Yes, I saw that man last night."
"Yes, senior should know. Didn't that man punch him at that time?"
"That's right, this Ling Kexin has two boats."
"It's so shameless to play tricks on our seniors."
…
Seeing that someone was helping her, Mo Yiting's momentum increased. She reached out to pull He Xiaoxiao to let go of Ling Kexin, but He Xiaoxiao refused to let go. Mo Yiting was angry and grabbed Ling Kexin's hair again, gritting her teeth and threatening:
"Classmate Ling, please be more sensible. If you don't want the seniors to be humiliated because of you, just leave!"
Ling Kexin lay in He Xiaoxiao's arms, feeling extremely angry and sad. Just when she was about to speak, He Xiaoxiao had already opened Mo Yiting's hand, and then looked at Mo Yiting coldly, with a cold voice: "Mo Yiting, what do you think?
Will I fall in love with you if you do this?"
Mo Yiting choked and looked at the bruises still remaining on the corners of He Xiaoxiao's mouth. Her heart felt like a cold wind had penetrated her, and she felt a sense of coldness, because there was a touch of coldness and ridicule in the corners of his broken mouth.