At three o'clock in the afternoon, Ling Kexin walked out of the college on time.
Chen Gang's car had stopped under a French paulownia tree opposite. When he saw her coming out, he started the car. Ling Kexin crossed the road and just opened the car door when a call came from behind: "Kexin, wait."
Ling Kexin turned her head and saw He Xiaoxiao running over vigorously with a shoulder bag on his shoulder. She felt a thump in her heart and looked at Chen Gang in panic.
Chen Gang curled his lips, smiled faintly, picked up his sunglasses from the front desk and put them on the bridge of his nose. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, looking extremely lazy, as if a boy was chasing a girl. This drama had no appeal to him.
He Xiaoxiao came to the car, smiled at Ling Kexin, then leaned down and said to Chen Gang: "Sir, can I take your car to the student's home?"
Chen Gang was stunned and turned his head without knowing why. Through the brown lenses, Ling Kexin saw his shining eyes full of doubt.
"Senior!" Ling Kexin hurriedly dragged He Xiaoxiao away and said anxiously, "If you really can't do it, don't go."
"I told them myself and they would agree."
"no."
"Kexin..."
"Senior, I beg you."
Ling Kexin's fearful and sad look made He Xiaoxiao startled again. Seeing her embarrassment, he had to say: "Okay, then you go, but remember to call me, and you must answer my call."
Ling Kexin nodded, hiding the tears in her eyes.
Chen Gang sent Ling Kexin to the Zhuhaiyuan Villa. This time, he opened the door himself and sent Ling Kexin into the house. He still wore sunglasses on the tall bridge of his nose without saying a word. When Ling Kexin walked to the living room, his lips
Jiao raised a faint smile, turned around and locked the door.
Ling Kexin heard a strange noise, turned around suddenly, and found that the door was closed. She ran to the window and saw Chen Gang standing in the yard. He lazily turned his head back, his sexy lips curved up in a proud arc, and he raised his hand to take it off.
He put on his sunglasses and looked at Ling Kexin standing in front of the window.
Chen Gang's eyes made Ling Kexin feel cold. His deep eyes were not only proud, but also contained a hint of coldness. Such eyes looked too much like Mo Ye's.
For a moment, Ling Kexin felt that Chen Gang was another shadow of Mo Ye! He was the accomplice of the Great Demon, a powerful magic hand of the Great Demon.
Ling Kexin watched him leave with a smile that didn't mean anything, and grabbed the window lattice. Her heart dropped, as if she had fallen into an ice hole, and she shivered with coldness.
She quickly ran to the door and reached out to twist the doorknob... As she expected, the door was locked and she could not get out.
Damn it! Ling Kexin kicked the door and roared angrily: "Mor Ye, you will not die!"
In the evening, Mo Ye's body had recovered its strength and his face was rosy. He asked Chen Gang to go home and rest, and he drove back to Mo's Manor himself.
"Grandma!" He walked into the living room of the big villa, walked up to Mrs. Mo, and called her affectionately.
Mrs. Mo was watching TV. When she saw him coming back, she happily told him to sit down, waved Mrs. Qin to go down, and asked Mo Ye, "Where is your little maid?"
Mo Ye's eyebrows moved slightly and he said in a low voice: "She goes to school, so she can't come here every day."
"How much salary do you pay her per month?"
"..." Mo Ye was stunned. He really didn't expect Mrs. Mo to ask this question. He said, "It's... not decided yet."
Old Mrs. Mo sighed and complained: "Ye'er, that child is pitiful. She lost her father when she was a teenager. Now her mother is not at home. She is looking for her everywhere. How can you bring her to the manor to pay off the debt? If she voluntarily
, just give her some salary, she will always have to live her life."
What about not voluntarily? If not voluntarily, do we have to let her go?
Mo Ye curled up his lips and wanted to smile, looking at his grandma helplessly... As people get older, they always like to show kindness. Grandma, it's not that I'm cruel, but it's the debt owed by her mother that she will never be able to repay in her lifetime.
Pay? How is that possible? She broke a blue and white porcelain vase last night. How can she pay for it?
More Ye did not answer, his eyes dimmed slightly, his head lowered, and his hands folded together.
"Ye'er, grandma is asking you." Seeing that her eldest grandson did not express her position, Mrs. Mo was a little unhappy.
"Grandma, didn't I tell you to stay out of my business?"
"Grandma is advising you because she is afraid that you will regret it later."
"I won't regret it."
"Grandma feels sorry for her."
"She is not pitiful."
"Ye'er..."
"Grandma, I'm a little tired, so I'm going upstairs first." Mor Ye said and left.
Old Mrs. Mo opened her mouth and stared at his back with her presbyopic eyes. Suddenly, she felt that she was really old, too old to care about a grandson.
During dinner, More Ye did not go downstairs. Uncle Liu asked the chef to cook a bowl of fragrant rice porridge and sent it upstairs.
Seeing that her eldest grandson didn't come downstairs, Mrs. Mo couldn't help but sit in her seat and sighed. She said she was full without eating much dinner. Mo Yiting looked at Mortao. Mortao didn't know why and turned to ask Mrs. Mo: "Grandma
, Big brother is angry with you?"
Mrs. Mo sighed again, and Mo Yiting hurriedly said: "I understand, grandma, you must have interceded for that little girl."
Old Mrs. Mo remained silent and stood up to leave. Mor Tao rushed to help her and whispered in her ear: "Grandma, you also know the temper of eldest brother. He doesn't like others to take care of him. Don't mention it when you get older."
That little girl."
"Oh, grandma can't control him anymore." Old Mrs. Mo waved her hand helplessly and sadly.
"Grandma, we still respect you, don't be sad." Mortao comforted and helped the old lady to the living room to watch TV.
After settling grandma, Mortao went to the big study room on the third floor.
Mor Ye was sitting at the desk drinking porridge, and Uncle Liu was standing aside. As soon as Mor Tao came in, Mor Ye pushed the bowl and motioned for Uncle Liu to take it down.
As soon as Uncle Liu left, Mortao asked, "Where is Ling Kexin? Why didn't she come back?"
Mor Ye threw away the wet wipes used to wipe his mouth and gave Mor Tao a cold look: "Why do you care about her?"
Mortao hurriedly raised his hand to show that he would not quarrel with him, then shrugged and lazily retreated to the sofa and sat down.
"Have you told Dean Sima about that matter?" After a while, Mor Ye spoke calmly.
"No."
"Why?"
Mortao picked up a cigarette from the coffee table, smoked one, rolled it between his fingers, and said slowly: "He is the boy that my sister likes. Think about it, if you drive him away, my little sister won't make a fuss."
?"
Mo Ye fell silent after hearing this. After pondering, he opened the drawer and threw the two photos to Mo Tao. Mo Tao picked them up from the ground and saw that they were shots of He Xiaoxiao hugging Ling Kexin.
He smiled after reading it and said, "The student union president is really good-looking, and he matches the little girl quite well."
"I'm letting you take a look, not comment!" Mor Ye yelled at him.
Mor Tao curled his lips and muttered: "Brother, you are getting more and more out of control."
Look! He looks like a jealous man!
Mor Ye's face turned darker. He stood up, took the photo from Mor Tao's hand, picked up the car keys on the table and walked out. Mor Tao was stunned and followed him.
Soon, Morye drove away in his Maybach. Mortao was a little puzzled. After thinking about it, he also walked to the garage.
In the Zhuhaiyuan villa, Ling Kexin was sitting on the terrace on the second floor, looking up at the stars in the sky. She was wearing a cotton pajamas, with her hair down and her feet bare.
She was lucky enough to be locked in the house. There was food and drink in the house, so she couldn't starve to death. However, when she wanted to take a bath, she searched upstairs and downstairs but couldn't find a pair of women's slippers.
When I came here yesterday, she was wearing men's slippers. It seemed that she was the first woman to enter this villa.
It didn't matter if she stayed alone in this room. She felt more comfortable when she couldn't see the devil. What she didn't expect was that when it got dark, Ling Kexin went to turn on the lights and found that there was no electricity. She couldn't use the air conditioner.
Not a TV.
But the villa a hundred meters away was brightly lit.
It is conceivable that the devil Mo did it on purpose! He asked Chen Gang to turn off the light switch, letting her live in darkness and enjoy the night of terror.
However, this seems to be of no use to Ling Kexin.
After she had a delicious bowl of noodles, she sat on the terrace, holding the mobile phone and a bottle of mosquito repellent oil given to her by He Xiaoxiao.
She wiped her exposed hands, feet and face with this bottle of jasmine-scented mosquito repellent oil, and then lay quietly on a white wicker chair on the terrace.
It was so quiet. Although the whole house was dark, the lights not far away reflected the stars and the moon in the sky. The faint light still cast a thin layer of light on her body, making the scenery in front of her hazy and psychedelic.
Ling Kexin actually likes such tranquility. At such moments, she can miss her relatives and lover at will...