The orphanage is very lively today. The weather is cold. Caring people have sent cotton-padded clothes and quilts to the children. Every November, Fengsheng Group donates a batch of winter daily necessities.
This year is no exception, and the leader this time is He Xiaoxiao.
Dean Wang and his caregivers and children lined up in two rows at the door, applauding to welcome the convoy of caring people led by He Xiaoxiao.
Knowing that there were activities at the orphanage that day, Mo Yiting also arrived early in her car. She was wearing ordinary casual clothes, with a ponytail and light makeup on her face. She held a mentally retarded child in her arms and taught her with a smile.
The child waved welcome.
He Xiaoxiao got off the car and saw Mo Yiting standing next to Dean Wang. He was stunned.
After not seeing each other for a month, Mo Yiting lost weight, but the smile on her face was so bright, and under the sunlight, she was so beautiful that it made people trance.
Is this the arrogant and willful Miss Mo from a few years ago?
"Hey, Miss Mo, that handsome young man is the leader of Fengsheng Company, and he is leading the team to deliver gifts today." Dean Wang applauded and smiled and gently touched Mo Yiting with his elbow.
Mo Yiting suddenly turned her head and followed her gaze to look at He Xiaoxiao beside the car.
The two people's eyes met, and it was unclear whether it was excitement or embarrassment. Mo Yiting blushed, while He Xiaoxiao had a complicated expression. He wanted to laugh but seemed unnatural. In surprise, his eyes returned to their usual gentle and friendly look.
Zheng Miaomiao, who came with him, also spotted Mo Yiting. The surprise in her eyes was no less than that of He Xiaoxiao. This noble lady from the Mo family looked so ordinary and pure this time.
Compared with her, Zheng Miaomiao dresses fashionably and beautifully, with curly hair high and wearing earrings and necklaces, elegant and beautiful.
Ever since she established a relationship with He Xiaoxiao, Zheng Miaomiao has focused on improving her appearance, because now she is He Xiaoxiao's face when she goes out.
But for some reason, when He Xiaoxiao's eyes stayed on Mo Yiting, Zheng Miaomiao felt something was wrong all over.
This morning, she was dressed so beautifully. He Xiaoxiao just glanced at her and didn't praise how pretty she was.
"Xiao Xiao, let's go." Not wanting them to look at each other anymore, Zheng Miaomiao took He Xiaoxiao's arm and walked into the orphanage.
Mo Yiting's sweet smile slowly faded. She was not a child. Zheng Miaomiao's posture, the natural movement of holding hands, and He Xiaoxiao's non-avoidance...
Tell her one fact - Mo Yiting, we are in love!
Mo Yiting held the child in her arms like she was lost. She followed the dean into the room and sat down to listen to He Xiaoxiao's speech in the courtyard. She kept her head down. No matter whether the children around her called her or smiled at her, she didn't react much.
When moving supplies, Zheng Miaomiao came to help her, approached her, smiled at her with a victor's attitude, and said softly: "Miss Mo, Xiaoxiao and I have agreed to get married next spring, do you want to come?
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Mo Yiting's face suddenly turned pale and her lips lost color. As she thought, they were really in love.
She didn't feel sad in front of Zheng Miaomiao, let alone shed tears. She raised her head and smiled lightly, "Congratulations to you, I hope you can grow old together!"
She had always been calm and composed, as if nothing had happened, and would smile politely when she met He Xiaoxiao, which made Zheng Miaomiao feel incredible.
The two-hour event passed quickly. As soon as He Xiaoxiao and the others left, Mo Yiting said goodbye to the director and drove away from the orphanage.
She didn't know how she drove the car to the riverside park, but she did get here and sat on a long chair.
The autumn wind rustled, and the fallen leaves were falling. A row of ginkgo trees by the river kept falling yellow leaves, floating on the half-yellow and half-green lawn.
Mo Yiting's heart also seemed to have fallen too many dead leaves, which were messy and crowded, making her heart extremely uncomfortable.
The river water was stirred by the wind, causing ripples. She stared at the water blankly, and the words Ling Kexin said a few days ago rang in her ears...
"Yiting, I'm so happy for you. You have completely changed and become a good girl that makes people like and admire you."
"Yiting, I believe that in the near future there will be a very good man who likes you and truly loves you!"
I really love you... It turns out that there is something in Ling Kexin's words!
She knew clearly that He Xiaoxiao did not really love her. Ling Kexin knew very well what kind of girl He Xiaoxiao liked.
She is stupid, she has been waiting, waiting...
Six years of waiting! Six years of the most beautiful youth.
How many six years are there in life? But she just waited, foolishly, full of expectations, and without regrets.
She went to the ladies class for him. For him, she cut off all entertainment activities. For him, she no longer was willful and coquettish. For him, she learned to love others and help others. Until now, she is willing to do so naturally...
But He Xiaoxiao couldn't see it. Maybe he didn't want to see it all the time and it was her wishful thinking!
Tears fell silently, Mo Yiting's eyes filled with tears, looking at the river vaguely.
There were many withered yellow leaves floating on the river, drifting with the wind. She slowly stood up, her feet dangling a little.
It was noon and no one was walking along the river. She stood blankly on a high place on the river, with a rope in front of her. As long as she stepped over, people could jump straight to the river.
She never thought that she would be so vulnerable one day, but today, Mo Yiting really felt like a glass doll, carrying others on her back, and her body and mind were all cracked.
The man she loved had already made his choice. He did not wait until two years later, he quickly chose Zheng Miaomiao.
The year she needed became a luxury, and her dream was completely shattered!
The wind was so cold, and so were the tears streaming down my face. It was always cold, and my heart felt cold to the core.
Opening her hands, her clothes and hair fluttered, and a smile appeared on her face, which was also ethereal...
"Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao... Xiao Xiao..." She suddenly opened her mouth and shouted loudly, hysterically, facing the river, shedding tears.
She moved forward step by step, and just as she stepped over the railing, a long arm suddenly stretched out, hugged her waist, and she fell into a broad embrace.
"Yiting, why are you so stupid?" It was a familiar strong male voice, anxious and angry, serious and cold, "Are you worth it for a man who doesn't love you?"
Mo Yiting lay softly in his arms, with his pair of solid and thick arms surrounding her. She was safe, but she didn't feel at ease.
Slowly closing her eyelids, she looked at his dark face and smiled bitterly and self-deprecatingly, "Do you think I'm going to jump into the river?"
"Isn't it?"
"Ha! I wouldn't be so stupid." There were tears in her eyes, but her expression pretended not to matter, and what she said next was even more sarcastic.
"Qiao Zhenzhong, are you following me again? Aren't you tired? It's really hard on you. Is it because of your father? Okay, I'll call my elder brother later and ask him to talk to the people above.
I will marry your father, so you don’t have to follow me."
After listening to her words, Qiao Zhenzhong's black eyes were so focused that no white was visible, his lips trembled in annoyance, and the expressions on his face were ever-changing.
Yes, he approached her and followed her because of his father!
However, after several contacts, he found that he really fell in love with the daughter of this "enemy", even though it was completely impossible for the two families to get married.
But he failed to control his feelings and learned that she had been visiting orphanages and nursing homes on weekends, so every weekend, he would go to these two places to look for her.
Today, he found her, but he also saw He Xiaoxiao. When He Xiaoxiao and the secretary left hand in hand, he saw Mo Yiting coming out in despair...
"Mo Yiting, please open your eyes!" Qiao Zhenzhong was furious, his voice full of displeasure.
"What?" Mo Yiting pushed him away. She didn't want to be vulnerable in front of the Qiao family, because she represented the Mo family at this time.
She stopped crying, tossed her hair, and looked at Qiao Zhenzhong proudly, as if she had just performed a rehearsed one-man show, and now that she was off the stage, she had returned to normal.
Qiao Zhenzhong looked at this woman who was clearly crying in her heart but pretending to be arrogant on the outside. He frowned and impulsively reached out to hold her face. When she exclaimed, he sucked her lips domineeringly...
Mo Yiting opened her eyes, her eyes dull, and his kiss was still so cold and crazy, as if he wanted to suck her heart out.
Breathing out, she began to struggle, kicking her legs and arms, but no matter how hard she tried, the man was like an iron wall.
He kissed her, absorbing the sweetness in her mouth, ignoring the "greeting" from his fists and feet.
He didn't let go of Mo Yiting until she was weak and blushing.
"Pa!" Just after he took a breath, Mo Yiting slapped him in the face again.
Blushing, Mo Yiting shouted angrily: "Are you still a man? Do you know you are taking advantage of others' danger?"
"I'm a man! I'm doing what a man wants to do, and I'm also saying what a man wants to say! Please throw away the man who doesn't love you and see the man in front of you clearly! Because he loves you!" Qiao Zhenzhong completely said
Ignoring the pain on his face, he stood upright and growled solemnly.
Mo Yiting was stunned by his roar.
Qiao Zhenzhong looked at her clear, tearful eyes, his heart palpitating again and again. He stretched out his hand again, gently hugged her into his arms, and gently stroked her hair.
"I know that you don't like me, and I also know that your whole family will not accept me, but I don't regret it..."
Bamboo Sea Garden Villa.
Ling Kexin put several dishes and two pastries into the convenience box one by one. Lu Qiaoer took off her scarf and said movedly: "Young lady, you'd better stay here for the children to eat."
"Don't you still have some at home?" Ling Kexin handed the bag into her hand, smiled and patted her shoulder, "Go home quickly, don't keep grandma waiting."
Today is the weekend, and Ling Kexin specially gave Lu Qiaoer a full day off and told her not to come over tomorrow or Sunday.
"Mommy, I want to buy a beautiful dress to wear for the New Year's Day performance." As soon as Lu Qiaoer left, Mo Xinnian came down from upstairs, holding Ling Kexin's hand and clamoring to go to the street.
"Where's my brother?"
"He's doing his homework."
"Then go up and tell your brother to wait for daddy to come back at home, and mommy will take you there."
"Okay." Mo Xinnian went upstairs, opened the study door, and saw Mo Zihao turning on his father's computer, so he curiously went over to take a look, "Brother, do you understand?"
“I don’t know how to teach myself.”
"This is Daddy's company." Mo Xindi clicked on the homepage of Mo Group's intranet.
"kindness."
"Brother, mommy and I went shopping for clothes. Can you wait for daddy at home?"
"Okay." Mo Zihao agreed immediately. He was free and quiet at home alone.
Not long after Ling Kexin took her daughter out, Mo Ye returned home. When he learned that the mother and daughter were on the street, he happily said to Mo Zihao: "Let's go, daddy will take you to ride a horse."
The racecourse is a favorite place for the rich to find excitement. It is located on a small island in the river, and the variety of noodles covers the entire island.
Mo Zihao came here twice. In the past, Mo Ye took him to race horses, but today he asked himself to ride.
Morye did not object, and his son rode a white horse "Prince" that he had kept. He rode a black horse Heifeng. The prince was docile, of medium height, and ran slower, while his Heifeng was tall, powerful, and proud.
He raised his front hooves and suddenly threw the white horse behind him.
Mo Zihao didn't want to fall behind his father, so he whipped the white horse twice on the buttocks. The white horse was hurt and seemed to have lost its temper.
There were several maroon horses walking slowly in front of them. The white horse rushed over as if frightened, startling them. One of the beautiful maroon horses started running wildly after Prince Charming.
"Ahh..." Lin Anya, who was wearing a tight red riding suit, was shocked, screamed and reined in the horse tightly.