After a while, a burst of rapid footsteps came, and Mor Ye's cold eyes narrowed. He could tell that those were Mor Tao's footsteps.
"Brother! She can't swim!" Seeing Ling Kexin's head slowly sinking, Mortao screamed and jumped into the swimming pool without even taking off his shoes.
But as soon as he jumped down, Mo Ye also jumped down with a "plop", and paddled to Ling Kexin's side one step ahead of him, and easily pulled her out of the water.
Ling Kexin's face turned blue, her long hair was draped over her shoulders, her body was cold, and her breathing was weak. Upon seeing this, Mor Tao glared at Mor Ye dissatisfied, and then reached out to hug Ling Kexin regardless of whether he was happy or not.
"Go away!" Mo Ye pushed him, then with a sullen face, he picked up Ling Kexin and went ashore...
Ling Kexin lay down on a marble table by the pool. Mo Ye hit her twice on the back. She opened her mouth and spat out a few mouthfuls of cold water.
Everyone thought she would cry after she woke up, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't even see her humming. She lowered her head and hands, lying limply like a lifeless rag doll.
Mortao's whole body was wet. He lowered his head to look at Ling Kexin's hanging head. He saw her eyes slightly closed, tears falling to the ground along with the water droplets on the tips of her hair. His heart was inexplicably clenched and he raised his hand.
Lifting her hair, he asked softly: "Are you feeling better?"
Ling Kexin's eyelids opened and when she saw Mo Tao's face, she glanced at him resentfully and closed her eyes again.
Mor Tao helplessly spread his hands, stood up, looked at his brother with a strange expression, and said with a faint smile: "Brother, do you think this is very happy?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Go back to the house." Mo Ye waved him away and reached out to grab Ling Kexin.
Mortao suddenly grabbed his wrist, with a hint of begging on his face: "Brother, please be gentle, she...she is younger than my little sister."
When Mor Ye saw his brother begging for mercy, he was even more annoyed. His phoenix eyes were deeply focused, his eyes were like swords, and he was gouging Mor Tao coldly. Mor Tao shrugged, showed a carefree smile, shook his head, he
gone.
Ling Kexin, who was lying on the table, felt weak all over. After spitting out the water from her stomach, it seemed that her essence had been drained out of her. She really wanted to sleep, and her head felt heavy.
Just as her thoughts were blurring, her body was turned over. Immediately, a familiar cold air hit her face. She shrank subconsciously and tightly grasped the wet skirt with both hands... She didn't notice at all that she was soaked.
Her skirt clings to her skin, outlines her exquisite figure, and her undulating breasts, as well as the deep ravine hidden between the towering white breasts, are all very tempting.
Moer Ye looked at her up and down, and felt an uncontrollable fever... He hadn't touched her for several days. Although she was so embarrassed, she was damn charming, even if she took a shower.
After taking a bath, the faint fragrance of the tangerine flowers on her body was still there.
The light male breath hit her face one after another. Ling Kexin didn't want to open her eyes and see that devil's face.
"Little goblin, what's the point of being so stubborn?" His mouth was close to her ear, and his fingers wiped the corners of her eyes intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wanted to wipe away the tears from her eyes.
Ling Kexin pursed her lips and said nothing. Mo Ye suddenly turned his fingers and slid them towards her breasts...
"Rogue!" Ling Kexin pushed him away like an electric shock and suddenly fell to the ground. She lowered her eyes and saw the thin dress clinging to her body, and realized how embarrassed she was at this moment.
She quickly covered her breasts with her hands, a faint blush appeared on her pretty face, her eyes glanced at Mor Ye, whose expression was unpredictable, and she turned around and ran away.
Seeing her stumbling away, Mo Ye was lifeless for the first time in his life. He raised his thin lips faintly, shook his wet clothes, kicked off his leather shoes, and jumped back into the swimming pool.
After dinner, Ling Kexin was taken to the big villa by Aunt Mei. For a rare occasion, she was not taken directly into the ### room. Instead, she was wearing a white princess dress given to her by Aunt Mei, and was carrying a wheat bag.
The skirt she wore was not long, with the lace edge just touching her kneecaps. There were a few rhinestones on the chest, the waist was tied, the skirt was loose, and the tube top style exposed her white shoulders, making her look lively and charming.
Walking into the living room, Ling Kexin saw Mo Yiting. She also hadn't seen this eldest lady for two days. She seemed very quiet tonight. The moment their eyes met, Mo Yiting just rolled her eyes at Ling Kexin and then turned around.
He opened his eyes indifferently and continued to sit on the sofa, listening to music on his mobile phone and playing games.
Aunt Mei asked Ling Kexin to stand in the living room and wait, saying that the young master would come down later. She obeyed, holding her schoolbag in one hand, and stood quietly at the stairs.
While waiting for someone, I always felt that time passed too slowly. Because Ling Kexin was wearing high heels, the scar on the sole of her right foot had not completely healed. After standing for a long time, she felt a little pain. After thinking about it, she walked over and sat in a high-end seat.
on the leather sofa.
Her boldness made Mo Yiting frown and stare at her dissatisfied.
"Who asked you to sit down? Is this sofa for your servants to sit on?" She said coldly and arrogantly, her eyes full of contempt and disgust.
"..." Ling Kexin rolled her eyes in return and ignored her.
"Hey, vixen, didn't you hear what I said? Stand up!"
"..."
"Do you really want me to pull you up?" Mo Yiting unplugged her earphones, her eyes already flashing fiercely.
Ling Kexin glanced at her coldly, then stood up slowly, walked to the stairs with her schoolbag in her arms and sat down.
Mo Yiting paused and looked at Ling Kexin thoughtfully.
I heard that this evening, Junior Ling was thrown into the swimming pool by her elder brother and almost drowned, but she refused to beg for mercy and still insisted on going home. It is unimaginable that this junior girl who has "died" time and time again seems to still be full of blood in her bones.
A touch of cold arrogance, her bones are made of iron? Why can't she see any fear in her eyes?
The second brother Mortao warned her not to interfere with his elder brother's affairs, otherwise she would be sent back to the United States. This warning was of course effective, because living alone with her mother was too lonely. When she returned to her brothers,
Mo Yiting felt that this place felt like home and felt extremely warm.
If she wasn't afraid of Mo Ye, she would really want to find out everything about Ling Kexin... Why does her eldest brother hate her so much? It has been two years since she returned to this house. This is the first time she has seen her eldest brother Mo Ye treat a girl like this.
Cruel-hearted.
"Hey, vixen..." Finally unable to bear it, Mo Yiting walked over.
"Call me Ling Kexin!"
"Tch!" Mo Yiting disdainfully kicked Ling Kexin's heels and snorted, "I can call you whatever you want, vixen, stinky girl! How much do you owe our family?"
"have no idea."
"Hey, you owe us money and you don't even know?"
"Ask your brother!"
Mo Yiting was very dissatisfied with her answer. She grabbed the schoolbag in her hand and was about to throw it out when Ling Kexin stood up suddenly, stared at her face coldly and said, "Do you want the senior to look down on you even more?
"
One sentence successfully stopped Mo Yiting. She opened her mouth, then reluctantly threw her schoolbag at Ling Kexin's feet, and then asked angrily: "Have you decided?"
Ling Kexin didn't turn around, bent down to pick up her schoolbag, and slowly sat down on the stairs.
"Hey, let me ask you, have you decided to give up as a senior?" Mo Yiting leaned down and stared at her face, the joy in her eyes kept flashing.
Once, she, Mo Yiting, used a cash check of 500,000 yuan in exchange for Ling Kexin to stay away from He Xiaoxiao and not to accept his advances, but Ling Kexin refused without hesitation.
"I won't give up!" The five words were clear and loud, which not only angered Mo Yiting, but also made a man at the entrance of the building narrow his eyes.
"You won't give up?" Mo Yiting wanted to grab her hair angrily, but before her hand could reach her, a sharp shout came from upstairs. "Stop!"