Zhao Zitong did not question Ling Moxuan, but looked at Gu Xiaosan with a knife-like look. Her face hurt from the gouging.
Gu Xiaosan didn't say anything. She didn't want to admit that she was the nanny. At the same time, she didn't know how to explain this unnatural scene. She glanced at Ling Moxuan, how could this man be so calm? Could it be that he didn't have a good relationship with this woman?
Gu Xiaosan didn't know why he was still gossiping like this at this time. He couldn't explain the lawsuit on his head, so why did he care what he did? Ridiculous.
"I'm sorry, I'm leaving first."
Gu Xiaosan lowered his head, not wanting to be entangled anymore.
"Wait!"
She didn't expect that it was Ling Moxuan who spoke this time. Gu Xiaosan's scalp suddenly felt numb, and he raised his eyes and looked at Ling Moxuan resentfully. The meaning conveyed in his eyes was: "You haven't had enough fun, what else do you want to do?"
"I'm hungry, let's go cook some noodles!"
Ling Moxuan's thin lips touched casually, and Gu Xiaosan became confused. Did he really treat her as a nanny?
"Go quickly!"
With an urging, he turned around and didn't want to talk to her anymore. Zhao Zitong was startled for a moment, then a smile quickly flashed across his face, and in the blink of an eye he followed Ling Moxuan and hung on his arm.
"Mo Xuan, is she really your nanny? She looks familiar to me."
Zhao Zitong's voice was so tender that she could squeeze water out of her mouth. Gu Xiaosan glanced at the backs of the two people and felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. However, she still walked to the kitchen obediently. Why? Because in Young Master Ling's hands
The 'nude photo' of her was always like a sharp sword hanging over her head. She was very worried that if she made Master Ling unhappy one day, the sword would fall and stab her to death.
It was just a matter of cooking noodles, so Gu Xiaosan decided to go all out and be his nanny for once.
Just as I was thinking about it, Ling Mexuan's words came over: "Yes, you have seen her."
"Then why did you meet again?"
"She owed me money and couldn't afford it, so she paid the debt with her own body!"
"ah?"
Not only Zhao Zitong, but Gu Xiaosan was also shocked. This man's level of speaking in plain words was really extraordinary. When did she owe him money? It was he who owed her money, and so far there has been no sign of compensation.
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Gu Xiaosan stood in front of the stove, picked up the knife and slapped the chopping board hard.
This move attracted a strange look from Zhao Zitong.
"But, Mo Xuan..."
"Okay, what are you doing here so early?"
Zhao Zitong still wanted to ask a question, but Ling Moxuan stopped her with a cold expression. The two walked towards the bedroom, and Zhao Zitong's first reaction was to glance up at the bed.
Whenever something like that happens at home, the bed is the first choice battlefield and the easiest place to find evidence.
Fortunately, at first glance, Zhao Zitong didn't notice anything strange. However, even so, the doubts in her heart were still not eliminated. She couldn't eliminate them. She ran up early in the morning and opened the door to see a woman. How could you not let her go?
Suspect?
But Ling Moxuan made it clear that he wouldn't mention it, and she didn't dare to press him any further. She knew Ling Moxuan's temper, and he would never hide what he wanted to say. Whatever he didn't want to say, you could act coquettishly or act like a fool, or die.
Even if you live, he won't speak Chrysostom. Instead of doing this, it's better not to ask, so as not to make him unhappy.
Zhao Zitong put on a charming smile and pressed her closer.
"Today is Christmas, and I want to spend it with you. Also, I'm planning to have a party at home tonight, and I've invited a lot of friends. Can you come too?"
She raised her head and looked at Ling Moxuan pitifully. In the past, when she made such requests, Ling Moxuan refused 99% of the time. He always had only one reason, as a government official, to attend such a private party
It's inappropriate. But you can't give any reason for this. This makes Zhao Zitong very depressed.
Sure enough, it was the same this time. Ling Moxuan didn't even raise his eyebrows and just replied: "I have something to do today."
"Mo Xuan, it's just once a year, just obey me. In the worst case, I'll ask my dad to lighten your workload."
Miss Zhao lifted her father out and twisted her plump buttocks to rub Ling Moxuan's legs.
"No, Zitong, don't say what I said a second time."
Ling Moxuan's eyes were sharp, and he lowered his head to glance at the octopus clinging to his body. I don't know why, but he has become more and more disgusted with her recently.
"ink……"
Zhao Zitong was unwilling to give in and wanted to fight for it, but was frightened by Ling Moxuan's eyes as cold as a cold moon. He swallowed his words again.
Ling Moxuan put on his coat, and Zhao Zitong stepped forward diligently and tied his tie for him. She looked up at him, feeling slightly disturbed.
"Mo Xuan, my parents often ask me recently, when do you plan to marry me. How should I answer?"
She smiled shyly, climbed up Ling Moxuan's neck with her delicate hands, and playfully hooked his earlobe with her fingertips.
"talk later."
Ling Moxuan still has a face like a thousand-year-old iceberg, and an unchanging answer like a stone that has lasted for thousands of years.
Zhao Zitong pouted and snorted unhappily: "Mo Xuan, you say this every time. Do you look down on me, or do you have an affair?"
She poked Ling Moxuan's chest with her finger, but Luo Meiting's appearance appeared in her mind. Recently, she found that Ling Moxuan's attitude towards her was getting colder and colder. It was not like this before. Could it be that the fairy Luo Meiting had succeeded? Her face
She sank, and a fierce light burst out from her eyes. She gritted her teeth, wishing she could crush Luo Meiting immediately.
"No. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I'm hungry, let's eat."
Ling Moxuan pushed Zhao Zitong away calmly, turned towards the door, and looked at Gu Xiaosan in the kitchen.
This woman, who had nothing to do with virtue and virtue, had no idea what the noodles would taste like. He began to look forward to it.