Driving the car, he sent the siblings back to Qingfeng Lane. At this time, the snow was still falling, but the snow on the ground was not thick. Walking on the ground, you could see many red drops scattered on the thin snow.
Firecracker paper fragments.
"Mr. Zhao, please go back. There is no need to send him off." When she reached the entrance of the corridor, Ling Kexin turned around and said to Zhao Feilong.
Zhao Feilong paused for a moment, then nodded helplessly, "Okay, then I wish you a happy New Year!" He handed over the two red envelopes and a bag of gifts in his hand, and Ling Kexin shook her head.
Zhao Feilong picked up Ling Xiaowei's hand and forced the red color and bag into his hand, "If you think of me as your cousin's boyfriend, then accept it. I can be considered a relative after all."
Ling Kexin took the bag, took out two school supplies for her younger brother, and accepted a box of crystal jewelry given to her. She handed the rest back to Zhao Feilong.
"Thank you, we want these."
Zhao Feilong felt happy to be able to accept it somewhat. He watched them go upstairs, then turned and left.
"Stay!" Zhao Feilong walked to the entrance of the alley, and suddenly a tall figure flashed out from a dark corner, blocking Zhao Feilong's way.
"Mr. Mo?" Zhao Feilong shouted in surprise when he saw the person coming, and Jier laughed, "Haha, I didn't expect that Mr. Mo likes to keep an eye on me? It's New Year's Eve, it's such a beautiful night, and you're standing alone on this night where the whole family is enjoying themselves.
Are you admiring the flying snow here?"
Mor Ye is handsome and cold. He wears a long black coat with a straight collar and a light blue checkered scarf around his neck. His shiny black hair is stained with white snowflakes.
The snow is also exposed, and a pair of phoenix eyes are deeply focused, as rich and deep as two black holes, with surging undercurrents.
"Mr. Zhao, do you want to go further?" Moor Ye ignored his taunt and patted the snow on his shoulder. His voice was as cold as ice, and there was a hint of menace that ordinary people feared between his brows.
Seeing Mo Ye like this, although Zhao Feilong's nerves were on high alert, he still kept his light and gentle smile on his face. He pulled the tie around his neck and flicked a little bit on his sleeves.
Xuehua said, "Mr. Mo, I don't understand what you mean. Miss Ling is Bai Leshan's cousin. It's natural for me to have contact with her. This doesn't seem to damage the relationship between you and her, right? Doesn't she still like you?"
More Ye narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze seemed to be able to see through everything, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips, "I'm afraid it's not that simple what you think, right?"
Zhao Feilong raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Mr. Mo is really smart. It seems that ninety-nine percent of the things I investigated were actually you."
Mo Ye glared coldly and clenched his teeth.
Zhao Feilong was very proud to see his anger rising. It seemed that his guess was right. Ling Kexin did not have deep feelings for him, so this man was very nervous. From his nervousness and suppressed anger, he also guessed that
It shows how much Mo Ye cares about Ling Kexin.
He didn't like this.
"Mr. Mo, your silence makes me more certain that Bai Yao's death has nothing to do with you!"
"Zhao Feilong, don't make baseless suspicions! What happened to Bai Yao was just an accident!" Moor Ye clenched his fists.
"Mr. Mo, it seems that you are very worried about Miss Ling knowing about this, right?" Zhao Feilong raised the corner of his mouth slightly with an enigmatic sneer, "You imprisoned my mother in the United States, but you never explained it to her...
...I really don’t know what conspiracy you are hiding, maybe you have ulterior motives for her? Mr. Mo, do you think I can investigate it more carefully? Then tell Miss Ling the cause and effect."
"How dare you!"
"Bang!" A sharp shout and a fist flew out at the same time, and Moor Ye punched Zhao Feilong in the face. Although Zhao Feilong was on guard, Moor Ye's attack was too fast, and he could not avoid the sharp movement.
At this moment, Zhao Feilong's body stumbled towards the corner of the room. Before he could stand still, Mor Ye flew up and kicked him in the chest. Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhao Feilong hurriedly bent down to avoid this attack.
One kick, and then he quickly struck out. The two men were shaking their fists at the entrance of the alley, and they were indifferent for a while.
"Beep!" At this moment, a car drove over, and its bright headlights shone on their faces.
Coincidentally, the two men immediately stopped their hands and turned their backs.
The car slowly passed by them, and the driver inside pressed down the window strangely and glanced at them.
The car drove away, and Zhao Feilong didn't want to delay any longer. He turned around and walked towards his car without saying a word. As soon as he opened the car door, More Ye rushed up and held the door.
"Tell me! What conditions do you want to let her go?" He looked at Zhao Feilong coldly, his cold lips a little blue under the dim street light.
Zhao Feilong sneered, "Mr. Mo, I never thought you were really afraid of me coming into contact with Miss Ling? Haha... I didn't think about this well. For you, the richest man in Jiangbin, I have to lay my head on my pillow and think about what I want.
.”
"Their siblings have no father or mother. Please don't disturb them anymore! Let them feel better."
"Haha, Mr. Mo, in your eyes am I a heinous bad guy?"
"Do you think you are very good?" Moor Ye curled his lips coldly, with a hint of mockery in his slightly narrowed phoenix eyes, "You burn, kill, loot, sell arms, sell drugs, open underground casinos... How can you act upright and honorably?
Put it on the table?”
"That was before, and now I am just like you."
"You may be clean on the outside, but your heart is still dark."
"Haha..." Zhao Feilong smiled up to the sky and patted Mo Ye on the shoulder, "Mr. Mo, have you become childish in your speech because you like Miss Ling? It seems that you are really afraid that I will explain to Miss Ling.
The truth, okay, I won’t tell it now, but I can’t guarantee I won’t tell it in the future! You won’t send someone to kill me, right?”
He came close to Mo Ye's face. Mo Ye leaned back and suddenly stretched out his hand to strangle his neck, "Don't push her too hard! If you dare to touch her hair or make her suffer because of her mother's death, I will
I will never let you go!"
"Tsk tsk... Look, you are so easy to get angry!" Zhao Feilong patted Mo Ye's hand, straightened his messed up hair and clothes, his face sank, and he changed his tone, "Then I will also warn Mr. Mo, if
If you bully her, I can't forgive you either!"
As soon as the words fell, the faces of the two men became unusually dark, "Bang bang..." Someone was setting off fireworks on the street, and the bright light flashed on their faces, but it could not eliminate the suppressed anger.
They looked at each other, fighting with each other. In the end, because this festival was too festive, each other had to restrain their anger. Almost at the same second, they turned around, one opened the door, and the other strode towards Ling Kexin's old building.
When Ling Kexin returned to the house, she saw a cardboard box placed in the living room. She opened it and looked at it, blinking in confusion. The things inside felt like they were given by He Xiaoxiao, because there were many foods she liked, and there were also some food in them.
There is a yo-yo that two boys love to play with, but why is it in the house?
Ling Xiaowei took out a large gift bag from inside, took a yo-yo, looked at several food packaging boxes inside, raised his head, and said to Ling Kexin: "Sister, isn't it from my uncle?"
Ling Kexin looked down again and said, "Probably so." Except for Mo Ye, only her uncle had the key to the house.
Ling Xiaowei thought it was from his uncle, so he opened the gift bag politely. Ling Kexin packed up the living room and went to the kitchen.
It was getting late, Ling Xiaowei was sitting on the sofa and had just turned on the TV when the door suddenly opened. He was startled and stood up as if reflexively.
"Brother Ye?"
"Xiaowei." More Ye walked over and touched his face, "Are you okay?"
"Okay, Brother Ye, let's..." Ling Xiaowei wanted to explain a little embarrassedly.
Mo Ye raised his lips and smiled, "I know, you don't like it there, so you came back again."
Ling Kexin heard voices in the living room and walked out of the kitchen. When she saw Mo Ye, she was startled, then hurriedly turned around and entered the kitchen.
Moer Ye frowned slightly, and he could clearly see the panic on her face. He told Ling Xiaowei to watch TV, and then walked into the kitchen.
"What? You're celebrating the New Year, why don't you give me a blessing when you see her?" Mo Ye saw her kneading flour in a small basin, walked over slowly, and asked half-jokingly.
"What are you wishing for?" Ling Kexin didn't even raise her head.
She was really a little panicked when she saw him just now, because Zhao Feilong walked on the front foot and he came on the back foot, and she was afraid that he would see it.
"Say something nice." Moor Ye leaned on the stove leisurely and looked at her beautiful face.
"I wish your mood will get better day by day."
When you feel better, let me go.
"That's a good blessing, I like to hear it," Moer Ye leaned over, put his arm around Ling Kexin's waist, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Then I also wish your mood will get better day by day, and day by day.
More beautiful, healthier, and happier forever.”
As he spoke, his fingers caressed Ling Kexin's abdomen intentionally or unintentionally.
Ling Kexin didn't pay much attention to his little movements, and patted the back of his hand with her flour-stained hand, "Young Master, if you really want me to be happy, then you..."
"Shh... don't say anything to make each other unhappy tonight." Mo Ye covered Ling Kexin's lips with his fingers.
Ling Kexin raised her eyes and looked at his face up close. Her eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a scratch on his chin, which was red and slightly raised, as if it had just been scratched.
She stared at the scratch, doubts flashing in her eyes.
Mo Ye felt something in her eyes, touched his chin with his hand, and smiled, "When I got out of the car, my chin accidentally touched the door..."
"There's a razor blade on your door?"
Mo Ye touched the scratches with his fingertips and lowered his eyes slightly. It seemed that Zhao Feilong had just thrown a punch and when he avoided it, his nails scratched him.
Fortunately, he was not hit in the face.
"I don't know... Hey, what are you doing?" Mo Ye changed the subject at the right time, "Here, let me help you knead the dough."
"No, you can go."
He was so kind tonight. Ling Kexin didn't want to do this. She just wanted to make a bowl of egg noodles for her brother.
"I'll stand next to you and watch you." Moor Ye didn't leave. He really leaned against the stove like a big child, watching Ling Kexin busy.
Ling Kexin took him for granted. She skillfully began to make egg noodles, each step in an orderly manner. Mo Ye's eyes kept staring at her. If she leaned slightly, his hand hanging by his side would shake.
Ling Kexin was wearing slippers, and because water spilled on the floor tiles, she accidentally slipped and almost slipped. Just as she slipped her right foot to the side, Mo Ye suddenly put his arms around her waist, with a very nervous expression.
"Be careful."
Ling Kexin blushed, took off his hand, and looked at him displeased, "President Mo, can you go out? If you stand here, you will get in my way."
"..."
"Let's go!"
More Ye pursed his lips tightly, glanced down at her face from her face, and then slowly turned around and walked out. His reluctant expression was a bit aggrieved... Well, for the sake of the baby, what should I do?
They can all be tolerated.
More than half an hour later, Ling Kexin made a bowl of egg noodles. Ling Xiaowei sat on the sofa and fell asleep. When he heard his sister's voice, he immediately opened his eyes.
"Sister, egg noodles!" He ran over and looked at the bowl of golden noodles in Ling Kexin's hand with joy.
"Can you still eat it?" Ling Kexin only had eyes for her younger brother. She didn't glance at the man sitting on the single sofa, nor did she see a certain man's hand subconsciously pressing his stomach.
Tonight, he only served his grandma a small glass of wine at home, ate some food, and then came out. After five or six hours, he was actually already hungry. If he hadn't found the Ling siblings, he wouldn't feel hungry yet. Right now, his nose could smell
That alluring fragrance made him really hungry.
"I can eat it." Ling Xiaowei sat down at the dining table happily.