Ling Kexin was really happy when she "played" with Sang and Huai, but the next time, she became sad again, feeling annoyed that she had "played" too much.
She mistook the "duck" for More Ye and bit its neck and head hard.
Later, he compared the "turtle head" to his stuff and made fun of him.
Would Mor Ye not be able to understand or understand? As smart as he was, of course he knew, but this great devil began to act "cultivated" and "demeanor" in front of her.
What should I do? I'm afraid that the temporary happiness will be exchanged for not being able to go home, right?
Ling Kexin looked at the stairs, her mind spinning rapidly... She had signed that "unequal treaty". If the great devil wanted her to be flat, she would be flat, and if he wanted her to be round, she would be round. If she openly confronted him, she would be in trouble.
If he hadn't tortured himself, he might have hurt innocent people.
Therefore, she, Ling Kexin, must learn how to survive next to this devil.
"Young Master, Young Master, are you in there?" Ling Kexin stood in front of the study holding a bowl of hot noodles.
There was no sound or response from inside.
"Young Master, Young Master, please open the door."
Still no response, Ling Kexin sighed, her eyes swayed, she raised her foot neither lightly nor heavily, and kicked the door rhythmically.
"Young Master, open the door!"
Maybe she was too "reluctant to let go". Mo Ye rushed over irritably, opened the door, and yelled at her: "Little goblin, you have to make me angry to make you happy?"
Too fierce and too angry, a few bits of saliva sprayed out and splashed on Ling Kexin's face.
Ling Kexin blinked, opened her eyes lightly, pursed her mouth, held up the noodle bowl in her hand pitifully, and said softly: "Young Master, I saw that you didn't eat lunch, so I specially cooked a bowl of noodles for you."
Noodles? Noodles again?
Mo Ye paused and lowered his eyes in annoyance, looking at the steaming, fragrant noodles with chives floating on top, covered with a poached egg, and sprinkled with beef cubes and tomatoes, and his tongue involuntarily drooled.
It's really fragrant, looks delicious, and quite tempting.
However, would she poison him? Moor Ye, who had been taught a lesson once, frowned.
Although I was hungry, I didn't want to eat the food she gave me desperately.
"Young Master, feel free to eat. If there is any problem, I will let you handle it." Ling Kexin said sincerely.
After hearing this, Moor Ye smiled faintly and raised his thin lips: "Little goblin, I forgive you for not daring!"
Mo Ye couldn't resist the temptation in the end, took the noodle bowl from her hand, walked to the desk and started eating.
Yes, the taste this time is much better than last time. It seems that this little goblin is very good at cooking noodles. The saltiness is just right and the spiciness is moderate. The wine taste is too strong, but it is still suitable for his taste.
Ling Kexin stood aside and watched silently as Mo Ye finished eating. When he put down his chopsticks, she hurriedly handed over the tissue. Mo Ye wiped his mouth and was about to throw away the tissue when Ling Kexin reached out in time.
"Here, let me throw it for you."
Her respect, her caution, and her "pleasant" look were all clearly visible to Mor Ye.
When the man was full, he stroked his belly, leaned back on the chair, and said lightly: "Let's go."
"Young Master..." "Well..." Mo Ye opened his cold eyes slightly, and a sharp light shot out.
The corner of Ling Kexin's mouth twitched, half-smiling, her eyes rolled up, and she walked around to his side, and said sweetly and lovingly: "Young Master, you are tired. Let me give you a massage."
Mo Ye paused... How could this little goblin stoop to this level in order to achieve his goal?
Showing courtesy for nothing is either adultery or theft.
He frowned slightly and made no sound. He just relaxed his body, closed his eyes, and showed acquiescence.
Ling Kexin stretched out her hand very discerningly, and gently pinched his shoulder with her slender and soft fingers... It was such a strong piece of meat, but she couldn't pinch it without using any force.
With her teeth bared, Ling Kexin had no choice but to "work hard". If she was not allowed to be unrealistic, she would have to ask for trouble.
She pinched it and stared at Mo Ye's handsome side face, thinking: What's the use of looking good? Good-looking men can eat people! If I had magic, I would definitely turn this face into a horse face, and let
He is full of pockmarks.
With a fierce and cold gaze, Ling Kexin was "gouging" out More Ye's face with her eyes, imagining what kind of pattern his face would be tattooed into.
"Take some heart." Maybe her mind was distracted and her strength was not strong, so Moerye closed her eyes and spoke.
"oh."
Ling Kexin quickly averted her eyes and began to pinch, pinch, and rub...
"You want to pull the meat off?"
"no."
"Then be gentle."
"Oh." Ling Kexin shook her hand. It was so sore. However, he seemed not satisfied yet and had to keep working hard. She pressed it with both hands and she continued to squeeze.
A few minutes later, Ling Kexin noticed that Mo Ye was snoring slightly, and her eyes flashed... Darling, is he comfortable enough to fall asleep?
He raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, but Morye did not move, his long thick eyelashes still covering his eyelids.
"Young Master..." Ling Kexin called softly, "Young Master? Wake up."
Morye didn't respond, as if he had taken sleeping pills and fell into a deep sleep.
Ling Kexin touched her ears. It was strange. This person fell asleep so quickly? Did she rub the "sleeping point" by massaging it randomly? (I have never heard of sleeping points)
Or maybe she put too much wine in the noodle soup and it had an effect? I originally wanted him to drink more, so that his mind would be muddled and he could talk better, but I didn't think about the hypnotic effect.
No matter, he is asleep, just take this opportunity to find his bag.
When she came back yesterday, Ling Kexin didn't know where her bag was thrown by Mo Ye. She believed that her brother must have called her, so she had to find a call back.
Ling Kering rummaged around in the study for a while, but found nothing, so she ran out.
As soon as she ran into Mor Ye's room, Mor Ye, who was sitting on the chair, opened his eyes, a cunning light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips were raised slightly, smiling with unknown meaning.
"Definitely..." The footsteps came again, and Mor Ye quickly closed his eyes.
Ling Kexin had empty hands and glanced at Mo Ye sadly, clenched her fist and waved it towards his face, cursing lightly: "Damn devil, where did you put my bag?"
Morye's facial expression remained the same and he was sleeping soundly.
"Hmph, it doesn't matter if you hid my bag, I still have to go home to see my brother." Ling Kexin said to herself, moved over the computer on his desk, and started tapping with her fingers on the keyboard...
After a few minutes, a piece of paper came out of the printer.
Ling Kexin looked at it, smiled slightly, picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the paper, then looked back at Mo Ye, squatted down, and put her hand into Mo Ye's trouser pocket...
Through the thin fabric, Ling Kexin's fingers were sliding, making it slightly itchy. Mo Ye's whole body tensed up, and he raised his strong "head" uncontrollably.
He was secretly troubled, but he remained calm, continued to endure, and continued to wait for the development of the situation.
"Damn devil, shameless!" Ling Kexin suddenly cursed, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.
Morye's ears felt hot, her gums tightened, and her hand seemed to have touched that thing.
"Where's the ink pad?" There was no left pocket, so Ling Kexin immediately turned around and touched the right pocket.
Finally, she took out the ink pad box, smiled proudly, glanced disdainfully at the "small tent" under Morye, and cursed again: "You pig that thinks with your lower body!"
Mo Ye couldn't help but curl his fingers after hearing this. He had a momentary impulse and wanted to open his eyes and yell at this little goblin who was not afraid of death: "Where am I a pig? When do I use my lower body to think?"
However, he had to endure it. He had to watch it again to see what kind of "drama" she was going to play.
Soon, his hand was grabbed, and then a finger touched something soft and soft. Then, the finger was pressed gently, and then the hand was gently placed on the armrest.
"Okay, big devil, you agree!" Ling Kexin put the paper on the table and ran out of the study on tiptoes.
Before leaving, she took away the mobile phone that Mo Ye had placed on the table.
After going downstairs, Ling Kexin ran to her room and changed into a set of long clothes and trousers, tied up her hair, and then put Mo Ye's cell phone into her trouser pocket.
After everything was ready, Ling Kexin ran to the entrance and put on a pair of white sneakers.
The door was closed, but fortunately it was not locked. Ling Kexin felt happy and turned the doorknob...
"Ah!" The moment the door opened, a black shadow suddenly covered her. Ling Kexin was startled and covered her chest with both hands.
Looking up, she saw a face with a sinister smile but extremely sinister eyes.