Su Mochen was about to leave, but Long Zhijie couldn't force him to stay, and he didn't dare to force him to stay. He could only accompany him with a smile and said, "Then when we have a chance, we can find a place to have a good talk with Mr. Su. I'll see Mr. Su out."
"No need. With Mr. Long here, it will be inconvenient for Little Cai'er and I."
The words were ambiguous. Long Zhijie was a little unable to step down after being rejected. He smiled and said, "Mr. Su, please go slowly."
Tong Caiwei watched it from beginning to end and was convinced that Su Mochen must have another more powerful identity.
When she met him on a rainy night three years ago, was God helping her?
Long Feifei had been looking forward to Su Mochen for a long time. When she heard that he was leaving, she became anxious. She held his hand and said anxiously, "Brother Mochen, you haven't been here for a long time. If there is anything you have to do now,
Just leave?"
A trace of imperceptible disgust flashed across Su Mochen's eyes. He took out his hand and said with an ambiguous smile, "Nothing is more important than having sex with the woman you love. Miss Long, you still need me to explain love to you."
What are you doing?"
Long Feifei's face turned red all of a sudden, and after thinking about it carefully, she became a little pale again.
Su Mochen raised his lips, stopped looking at her, and stopped Tong Caiwei from leaving.
Tong Caiwei's face turned red. Thinking of Su Mochen's words about what she did, her face was stained with a few blushes.
"Master, thank you."
After getting in the car, Tong Caiwei stared at Su Mochen's handsome profile and said gratefully.
She suddenly understood.
The reason why he allowed himself to attend Long Zhijie's banquet was probably intentional.
He also saw that she didn't like Long Feifei, so he helped her vent her anger.
A warm current passed through her heart. If there was one person in this world who was truly kind to her, it was Su Mochen.
Su Mochen sneered and said with a slight smile, "Xiao Cai'er, aren't you so moved that you're going to cry?"
As he said that, he turned to look at her, lifted her chin with his fingers, stared at her little face with his beautiful blue eyes, and joked, "Don't take what I just said seriously. Master has no such thing as a yellow-haired girl like you."
If you are interested, if you want to marry a wife, you still have to get a woman with big breasts, the feel is very important."
Several black lines appeared on Tong Caiwei's forehead, and the corners of her lips twitched twice.
"What's this?"
He suddenly stretched out his hand and turned Tong Caiwei's head to the side, his blue eyes staring at her neck, his face suddenly turned gloomy, and a frightening cold air emitted from her body.
"What's wrong?"
Tong Caiwei felt uncomfortable looking at him. She stretched out her hand to touch her neck twice and asked doubtfully.
"Who did it?"
His fingers slid around her neck, his eyes became increasingly gloomy, and he exuded bursts of murderous aura that made even Tong Caiwei feel scared.
Suddenly, she remembered being forcibly kissed by Yang Shaojie.
Could it be that... Yang Shaojie left a mark on her neck?
Just thinking about it, her face turned pale, her stomach felt sick, and she felt like vomiting.
"Xiao Cai'er, tell me, who did this?"
Su Mochen held up her little face and saw the look of fear on her face. He was stunned. He immediately put away the anger around him and tried to make his voice gentle, "Don't be afraid. Tell Master, you were in a hurry before."
Does running have something to do with this matter?"
Tong Caiwei originally didn't want to make the matter a big deal, but now that Su Mochen has found out, she also knows that she can't hide it, so she nodded and said, "Well, I met Yang Zhijie, the young master of the Yangyuan Consortium, and he wanted me to be his wife a long time ago.
I have rejected women many times, but to no avail."