When Ling Kexin walked out of the Xinhuang Media Building, the sun was already setting. She raised her head to cover the red sunset and let out a long breath.
She felt it was not a pity to exchange her beautiful long hair for her sisters to like her.
"Hey, damn girl, wait a minute." When she reached the intersection, Ling Kexin heard Bai Leshan's shout. She turned around and saw her walking towards her.
"cousin."
"Are you stupid?" Bai Leshan walked up to her and pulled Ling Kexin's hair, saying angrily, "Do you think it's easy to have long hair? Let's see who will like it if you cut it like this."
Ling Kexin smiled: "As long as the senior sisters like me."
"Are you doing it for Zhou Ziyan?"
"Cousin, she is a good person."
Bai Leshan snorted, plucked Ling Kexin's ears, and said angrily, "Idiot, who is she? She is an outsider and has nothing to do with you. Why do you always favor her? She cut off her hair because of her. I was so angry.
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Ling Kexin really didn't expect that if she cut her hair, what would it have to do with Bai Leshan? Her hair grew on her head, but it didn't grow on hers, so she just didn't cut it.
But she didn't know that Zhao Feilong was also a man who liked long-haired beauties. This was what Zhao Feilong told Bai Leshan himself, and she also discovered that none of the women Zhao Feilong was looking for had short hair.
Ling Kexin cut her hair, can Zhao Feilong not be angry?
At present, the one who is angry is probably not Zhao Feilong, but our male protagonist Mo Ye. Zhao Feilong has something wrong with Ling Kexin, and her stakes are in the hands of the great devil.
"Tell me! Why did you do that?" In the hotel, Mo Ye pinched Ling Kexin's neck so hard that his fire-breathing phoenix eyes almost popped out.
What a beautiful long hair, he likes it so much. Every time he gets entangled with her, he likes to grab a handful and rub it. When she is sleeping, he also likes to put his fingers through her hair and feel the hair.
Cool and smooth.
And now, her hair was so short that he was stunned, with neat bangs, neat ends, and the ends of her hair just fell to her earlobes.
What does she look like? She looks more like a teenage girl.
"I...I don't like long hair, so I cut it off." Ling Kexin was pinched until her face turned purple, and she made a difficult sound with a hoarse throat.
"Don't like it? If you don't like it, why don't you ask me if I like it?" Moor Ye showed no mercy at all. He moved his two fingers and pinched her mandible again, with such force that he almost crushed Ling Kexin's.
bone.
"It hurts..." Ling Kexin pushed him with her hand.
Mo Ye waved her hand away, grabbed her hair with his other hand, gritted his teeth, "Little goblin, I've said before that everything on your body belongs to me, and you didn't get my consent."
Just take care of the hair, I will let you try again..."
What should you try again? Ling Kexin blinked her clear eyes, the doubts, worries and fears inside were obvious.
And Mo Ye paused, looking at her pitiful little face, and he couldn't make up his mind. Should he put her in confinement, beat her up, or throw her down like before?
No, don't hit me... Her cry in the dream echoed so clearly in his mind.
Can he still hit her now? His hands were itchy and he felt very angry, but he couldn't do it anymore and grabbed her hair tightly. He shook her hard and Ling Kexin fell to the ground.
"No supper!" he roared angrily, then walked into the study and never came out again.
Ling Kexin slowly got up from the ground, smoothed her hair, walked to the study, patted the door and said, "Don't fire them, they didn't know the truth and that's why they treated me like that."
There was no sound inside, and Ling Kexin said again: "I don't know why you want to help me, you are not like this... Young Master, it is not easy for them to find a job, and the company also wastes time and money training them. You can't be so casual."
When dealing with a person, I hope you take back your decision and let them continue working."
"roll!"
"Bah!" As he yelled angrily, it seemed as if a book hit the glass.
Ling Kexin pouted and left silently. She walked to the bed, took off her coat, and got into bed... Since I can't have dinner, let me sleep. I won't be hungry when I fall asleep.
Perhaps she was too physically and mentally exhausted, so Ling Kexin fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Mo Ye received a call and when he came out of the study, Ling Kexin was already breathing lightly on the bed. Mo Ye frowned, leaned over and looked at her, and saw a teardrop hanging from the corner of her eye.
Feeling annoyed, he turned around and left.
Chen Gang was already waiting at the door of the hotel box. Several leaders of Xinhuang Media were also present. As soon as Mo Ye came in, they stood up respectfully and cautiously and shouted in unison, "Mr. Mo!"
More Ye waved his hand and asked them all to sit down, and then asked Manager Xia how he handled the situation.
Manager Xia reported what happened today one by one, saying that several lists of people to be fired have been made, and he was going to talk to these people tomorrow. After he finished speaking, he turned and glanced at Li Chen.
Li Chen cleared his throat, carefully looked at Mo Ye's face, and said: "Mr. Mo, Miss Ling got a haircut in the company today, which we didn't expect. She was thinking about those senior sisters, and those girls
They also knew they were wrong, and they all apologized to her and persuaded her to stay and work."
"Yes, Mr. Mo," Teacher Xu also took up the conversation, "Miss Ling is a kind girl. She has forgiven those senior sisters. I think everyone will like her in the future. I think this matter... this matter will be resolved.
Small bar."
Chen Gang looked at Mo Ye worriedly, and Mo Ye's dark face gradually became warmer. He felt relieved, raised his glass, and said to everyone with a smile: "Let's wait until tomorrow to decide this matter, come on, come on,
Let’s drink first and talk about happy things.”
When everyone heard this, their expressions relaxed and they happily raised their glasses to Mor Ye.
Chu Tianyu didn't come tonight, so she went to Eric's new apartment. It was a two-bedroom, one-living room given to Eric by A University. It was located in the college area. It had just been decorated today, and Eric asked her to come over and take a look.
In order to welcome her arrival, Eric ordered wine and tea from the hotel, lit red candles on the dining table, and placed two bottles of high-end French wine.
When Chu Tianyu came in, Eric handed her a bouquet of red roses, then hugged her and kissed her face.
"Do you like it?" he asked, holding her waist.
"I like it." Chu Tianyu smelled the fragrant fragrance of the roses and smiled. She remembered that Moerye only sent flowers to her on her twentieth birthday and never sent them again. After all, that man didn't.
Eric is romantic.
However, that man was rich and interesting, so she just liked him.
"Come here for a drink." Eric pulled her to sit down, put the flowers away, and pulled up a chair to sit side by side with her.
The romantic and heartwarming scene immediately made Chu Tianyu's depressed heart clear. She kept toasting with Eric and ambiguously feeding each other wine. By the time her face turned red, she had already fallen into Eric's lap.
In arms.
Eric bowed his head and kissed her face again, then picked her up and entered the room...
Mortao did not expect that his eldest brother would return to the manor tonight. He told Morye: "Sister Tianyu did not come home." Morye waved his hand and asked him to follow him into the study.
Mo Yiting was at home tonight. When she heard that her eldest brother was back, she hurried out of the room and ran to the study happily. She opened the door and shouted: "Brother, eldest brother, you are finally back."
She rushed over, hugged Mo Ye and acted coquettishly: "Brother, I want a villa of my own, is that okay?"
"Well?" Mor Ye stared, grabbed her hand and asked, "Is your family not doing well?"
"No, you know, I am in love with Xiaoxiao now, so it would be more convenient for me to have my own house."
"No! If you want a house, just wait until you get married." Mor Ye pushed her away.
Mor Tao smiled and said: "Little sister, don't be so anxious. If He Xiaoxiao wants to marry you, we will help you buy a luxury villa immediately. Don't think about it now."
After hearing this, Mo Yiting pouted and made the next request: "Then I will go to England with Xiao Xiao next year."
More Ye frowned... Going to England? He Xiaoxiao is going to England?
"Little sister, has he agreed?" Mortao asked.
"His parents agreed."
"Haha..." Mortao continued to laugh. He laughed at his little sister's stupidity. "You, you have to agree to this kind of thing." Looking at Morye, Mortao shrugged helplessly and added
, "Brother, you see our sister is afraid that she won't be able to get married."
After Mo Yiting heard this, Mo Yiting glared at Mo Yiting. Mo Yiting walked up to Mortao aggrievedly and kicked his calf. Mortao shouted: "You have the ability to kick big brother."
"Okay, Tingting, you go out, I have something to discuss with Er Tao." Mo Yiting waved his hand to stop them from fighting, and Mo Yiting went out unhappily, closing the door behind her.
She was never involved in the Mo family's affairs, and she was too lazy to care. When she went upstairs, she was so bored that she called Chu Tianyu. However, when the call was connected, no one answered.
She was surprised that today was the weekend and Chu Tianyu should have come back after having dinner with friends. Why didn't he reply and didn't answer the phone yet?
Big brother is back. Isn't this what she hopes for most?
After waiting for a long time, Mo Yiting continued to make calls. This time, the call was connected, but what she heard was a man's voice, asking her in standard English: "Who are you?"
The laziness after passion was evident in the man's voice. Mo Yiting was confused. Just when she was about to answer, there was another sound of "Xixi Suosuo" in her ears. After a while, a female voice floated over, still speaking in English, "
Don't answer my calls."
"It's a woman."
"Don't accept it if it's a woman."
Their voices were not soft, and Mo Yiting's eyebrows wrinkled. She quickly hung up the phone without waiting for a reply, then hurried upstairs and pushed open the study room again.