Mo Yiting arrived at the high-end residential area of Xihu Zhuyuan. The car stopped and she looked at the small villa through the car window.
After He Xiaoxiao returned to China, he still lived with his parents. His life was not luxurious, and he was very low-key in everything he did.
She really didn't understand why he, who had always been cheerful and sunny, had become so reserved and steady now.
Maybe time will really polish some men into a piece of diamond, bright and dazzling on the outside, stable and strong on the inside.
After all, she was not Ling Kexin. She didn't dare to be bold enough to pester him again.
Because Ling Kexin is the woman that her elder brother loves, Ling Kexin has a lot of confidence. Even if her elder brother who has lost his memory does not remember her, she still firmly believes that his heart is hers.
And what about her?
She, Mo Yiting, was not sure whether the young man in the room loved her. He was too dazzling and there were many colorful butterflies flying around him. How could he care about her who had been struggling in the chrysalis for a long time and had not really let go of her wings yet?
A beautiful "butterfly"?
But, do I really want to give up?
She gritted her teeth and wanted to try harder.
So, she picked up her mobile phone and as soon as she opened the phone book, a flash of red came into her eyes.
A red car parked slowly in front of the He family villa, and the woman who got out belonged to Zheng Miaomiao. Today, she was not wearing professional attire, but a very beautiful fashion.
The fluffy yellow-bottomed floral dress, with a waisted waist, outlines a very plump and eye-catching pair. The curly hair is hanging down, the face is delicate, and the smile is as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum.
Zheng Miaomiao penetrated into the He family like the bright rays of the sun, and her body was covered with "confidence."
Mo Yiting put down her hand and lowered her head. She saw that the Chanel skirt on her body was equally beautiful, and her skin was delicate and fair, but...
Mo Yiting still couldn't help but feel sad.
She knew that this was just an appearance. She once had too many stains on her body. He Xiaoxiao had seen her covered in dirt. No matter how beautifully she dressed now, his sharp eyes would still see through the appearance.
Did you find the stain?
The courage I mustered up suddenly collapsed.
Mo Yiting turned the engine on, and just as her car turned the corner, a pair of young people appeared in the rearview mirror. The woman was Zheng Miaomiao, and the man wearing a white casual suit was He Xiaoxiao.
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Mo Yiting's heart tightened, and she felt uncontrollable pain.
He Xiaoxiao looks so handsome and dazzling in the sunshine, with shiny black hair, handsome face, and deep yet gentle eyes. One look at him makes you want to hold him in your arms.
Mo Yiting thought that Zheng Miaomiao also saw it this way.
Because, she saw Zheng Miaomiao reaching for He Xiaoxiao's arm. Her smile was like a flower, like his lover. However, she unexpectedly found that He Xiaoxiao staggered his steps and raised his hand. It seemed that he had raised his hand to the car inadvertently.
Open the safety lock.
However, Mo Yiting still believed that He Xiaoxiao should be avoided.
Yes, he must have avoided it. Mo Yiting raised her lips with a little sweetness in her heart, as if she had found a balance point and she no longer flinched too much.
Their car brushed against her body. Although the speed did not slow down, Mo Yiting still noticed that He Xiaoxiao, who was sitting in the driver's seat, glanced at her car.
It would be nice to look back! Mo Yiting's heart skipped a beat.
But soon, her beating heart stopped for a second, because through the glass, she saw Zheng Miaomiao ambiguously leaning her head on He Xiaoxiao's shoulder...
Not knowing where she got the courage, Mo Yiting followed.
The red car stopped in the park parking lot, and Mo Yiting stopped with it. After getting out of the car, Mo Yiting realized that there were so many people in the park today. It turned out that everyone came to enjoy the autumn chrysanthemums.
He Xiaoxiao and Zheng Miaomiao walked in front, watching the various flowers and some beautiful flower arrangements composed of autumn chrysanthemums with the tourists. They were happy to see them, and Zheng Miaomiao took out her mobile phone to take pictures, sometimes facing the beautiful flowers, and sometimes taking advantage of He Xiaoxiao's absence.
Pay attention and take secret photos of him.
Looking at the camera, Zheng Miaomiao found a familiar figure. This figure almost always followed He Xiaoxiao. You stopped and she stopped, you walked and she walked, just like a stalker in a movie.
Zheng Miaomiao felt ridiculous and chirped lightly. Regardless of whether He Xiaoxiao liked it or not, she stretched her hand into his arm.
After avoiding it many times, He Xiaoxiao finally let nature take its course. Zheng Miaomiao raised her head proudly, her eyes sliding across a wounded face.
Mo Yiting did not go back, she still followed them.
He Xiaoxiao realized later that he always felt two resentful rays of light sticking to his back. He pretended to look back casually, looking far away, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Mo Yiting who was following him.
He was stunned for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.
"Mr. He, let's go have a cup of tea." There is a leisure tea room in the park, where many couples like to sit.
He Xiaoxiao nodded, and the two of them went in.
Zheng Miaomiao specially requested a couple's seat and sat face to face with He Xiaoxiao, which seemed warm and romantic.
Mo Yiting walked in, glanced at their table, and asked for a couple's seat next to them.
She sat behind He Xiaoxiao, and as soon as they turned around, they could smell each other's breath, because there was only a thin layer of sofa back between their backs.
Tea came, but Mo Yiting didn't eat much. She kept her ears open to listen to what He Xiaoxiao and Zheng Miaomiao were talking about.
But over and over again, it was all about flowers, without a word of ambiguity.
She smiled, picked up the teacup and took a sip. Before she could swallow the tea, a man suddenly sat down opposite her. This man was none other than Qiao Zhenzhong.
She was startled and almost spit out the tea in her mouth.
"Why are you here?" She opened her eyes wide and looked at the man with an evil face and unpredictable eyes in astonishment.
"How you came is how I came." Qiao Zhenzhong smiled, raised his hand and asked the waiter to bring tea.
Mo Yiting's face turned slightly red, and she was struggling not to notice the man behind her. However, it was difficult not to notice, so He Xiaoxiao turned her head.
When he saw Qiao Zhenzhong, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Xiao Xiao, let's go boating." Zheng Miaomiao's voice was full of joy.
"Okay." The answer was really refreshing.
Mo Yiting felt so unhappy, her face turned gloomy, and she didn't realize that the man in front of her was staring at her constantly.
"Do you like him that much?" Qiao Zhenzhong asked when he saw them leaving.
"Yes." Mo Yiting did not hide her feelings.
"Don't you think this is a loss of your own worth?"
What did you say? Mo Yiting stared at him displeasedly, "If you follow me, what does that mean?"
"I didn't follow you, I came to enjoy the flowers, and I just came in when I suddenly noticed you." Qiao Zhenzhong said calmly and naturally, without any hint of guilt.
Mo Yiting was choked and speechless, feeling angry at his sudden appearance, otherwise, she could go boating now.
"How about we go too?"
"Where to go?"
"Go rowing." Qiao Zhenzhong smiled, "Look, it's written all over your face that I want to go rowing."
Mo Yiting's face immediately turned red to her ears. This man is not simple, but no matter how powerful he is, she will not like him because he is a member of the Qiao family.
Qiao Zhenzhong paid the bill and stood up, but Mo Yiting was still too lazy to sit down. He stretched out his long arm and pulled her up, holding her hand and walking towards the lake.
His big palms were like iron pliers, gripping her wrists so hard that it hurt.
"Hey, hey...let me go, you can easily be misunderstood." Mo Yiting waved her hand.
But the man's hand was so strong that no matter how hard she tried, it was in vain.
When we arrived at the lake, we saw many boats floating on the hundreds of square meters of lagoon in the park. They were red, green, and yellow, and Mo Yiting was dumbfounded.
Where can I find He Xiaoxiao and the others?
"They don't seem to be here." Qiao Zhenzhong coldly glanced at the lake with his sharp eyes and said softly.
"Huh?" Mo Yiting turned to look at him, then narrowed her eyes and looked at the checkout area.
With such a big lake and so many people, she really couldn't find that handsome and tall figure...
"I don't want to play." Where does the interest come from?
He Xiaoxiao was not here, and Mo Yiting seemed to have lost the light in front of her that illuminated her path, and her expression became gloomy.
"Since you're here, let's have some fun." Qiao Zhenzhong grabbed her hand again and walked towards the checkout area.
Under a century-old tree, He Xiaoxiao looked at them from a distance. Qiao Zhenzhong's tall figure and black shirt were very eye-catching. He glanced at him from behind and knew how domineering he was.
Zheng Miaomiao pursed her lips in grievance, then turned to look at him, "Mr. He, do you really not want to row the boat anymore?"
"Go home." Why is your heart so confused for no reason?
Is it because she is used to Mo Yiting's pursuit? Or is it because another man appears next to her? And this man turns out to be Deputy Mayor Qiao's son.
Don't the Qiao family and the Mo family have a grudge?
Out of a little guilt, He Xiaoxiao invited Zheng Miaomiao to lunch. After that, he proposed to walk home by himself, and Zheng Miaomiao drove back.
When he reached the door of his house, he was stunned and looked at the two little guys sitting at the door in disbelief.
"Hey! Zihao, Xin Nian, why are you here?" He walked over in surprise and touched their heads.
"Uncle He, I brought my sister here." Mo Zihao smiled slightly.
"Uncle He, we want to surprise you. Are you happy?" Mo Xinnian's beautiful eyes blinked.
"Happy, come in quickly." He Xiaoxiao opened the door.
Grandma Lu's operation was successful. There were nurses and Lu Qiaoer taking care of her in the hospital. Ling Kexin drove home, but when she got home, she didn't see a pair of babies. She quickly called Mo Ye.
More Ye smiled and said: "It's okay, they went to He Xiaoxiao's house."
"What are they doing there?" Ling Kexin was stunned.
"What else can I do? Say I miss him."
Hey! This man’s words also smell like vinegar?
"Did you send them there? When will you come back?"
"Said he would be back soon. Give me a call then and I will answer. I am in the office now... Honey, why don't you come over and see me?"
"What's there to see?" Ling Kexin scolded him, but a sweet smile appeared in her eyes.
"Come on, you haven't been to my office for a long time. I'm alone. Come here and care about me."
Ling Kexin hurriedly changed her clothes, drove off, pushed his desk away, and saw him sitting alone at the table, flipping through information.
"Make me a cup of coffee." Hearing Ling Kexin's footsteps, he did not look up.
Ling Kexin obeyed the order and made a cup without sugar. When she returned to the office again, the man had tidied up the documents spread out on the table.
He patted his leg and said, "Come here."
Ling Kexin ignored him, put the coffee in front of him, turned around and walked towards the sofa. Mo Ye raised his eyebrows and rushed towards him.
"Devil, please be more serious." Ling Kexin was pushed down on the sofa by him, feeling ashamed and angry.
Mo Ye raised his head, gently rubbed her blushing face with his fingertips, and chuckled, "We are an old married couple, are you still shy?"
"Am I old?"
"Well, look, there are wrinkles creeping out of the corners of my eyes. Wife, I think we should take wedding photos as soon as possible. Otherwise, we won't be able to see them after we take them."
His proposal made Ling Kexin a little excited. She touched the corner of her eyes and worried that she had developed crow's feet. Time is not forgiving and it is fair to everyone.
"Do you want to grow old quickly?" The man's eyes flashed with ambiguity.
"Who would think so?" Ling Kexin didn't notice.
Mo Ye lowered his head, kissed her mouth, and smiled softly, "I heard that women who have sex at least 20 times a month will be very young."
Uh... Ling Kexin understood it completely. He went around and around, still thinking about that thing.
"Morye, wasn't it enough for you last night?"
"I thought about it again today."
"You are... a beast, ah..."
The skirt was lifted up, and the man touched her lace pants. He slid his fingertips lightly and said hoarsely: "You are the most dishonest. You react to me when you stick to me, but you still hold on!"
"That's what you are doing!" The hot heat pressed against her legs, she didn't know?
In fact, she should have known earlier that when the two of them were alone, no matter day or night, the man would look at her lustfully.
"Okay, that means we both love each other."
After saying that, the man unceremoniously stripped off her restraints...