The more she spoke, the more excited she became, her eyes were red and tears were shining, and she looked very pitiful.
Luo Er watched with cold eyes and interrupted her abruptly.
"I see that you are in a good mood. You are wearing gold and silver, smearing your eyebrows, and showing off your flowers for fun. I can't tell at all that there is a death in your family."
His expression was cold and unforgiving, and his words were as sharp as a knife.
Does he look that stupid? Just lying to him with these lies is unreasonable.
Mo Linglong was dumbfounded, her head was buzzing, and she tried to explain, "Huh? No..."
Luo Er couldn't bear it anymore and pushed her away hard, "Jealous women are the ugliest."
Mo Linglong was caught off guard and staggered back a few steps. She lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground.
This movement shocked many people, and they all stopped to worry about dancing. Their eyes widened in surprise. Why was it happening again?
The Mo family is really speechless. Sometimes they offend the Leng family, and sometimes they offend Young Master Megan. They are really not afraid of death!
Mo Linglong wanted to get up, but the new skirt she put on was too close to the body, making it difficult for her to move, and she couldn't get up.
She was so anxious that she shouted, "Master Luo Er, please help me."
Luo Er turned a deaf ear and kept walking, looking around. Where did that girl go?
Young Master Mo ran over in a hurry, with a splitting headache and feeling like he was going crazy.
"Why did you offend this young master? Don't you know how to seduce a man?"
Mo Linglong made fools of herself again and again, breaking things out of control and saying, "What can I do? It's so annoying."
She was so full of grievances, what could it be?
That man only had Ye Qingting in his eyes and no one else. Even if an immortal descended to earth, there would be nothing he could do.
However, how could it be possible for someone who has just met once...
It’s really hard to understand and guess a man’s thoughts.
Qingting had informed Ai Meng a long time ago and quietly slipped out.
Standing at the door of the lobby, she waited for her car to drive over. It was a bit cold at night, and the cold wind blew through, causing a lot of goosebumps.
She touched her hands. If she had known this, she should have brought an extra coat.
While she was thinking wildly, a golden Rolls-Royce parked in front of her. The window slowly rolled down, revealing a familiar face.
Qingting was stunned and bent down, "Daddy, what's the matter?"
Leng Zongkai nodded slightly and said, "Let's go together."
Qingting stretched his neck and looked inside, "Is it convenient?"
She just saw many girls surrounding her father-in-law, beauties of all kinds, fat and thin, of all types.
Leng Zongkai heard her unfinished thoughts, twitched the corners of his mouth, and took the initiative to open the car door, "Come up."
Qingting carried her skirt, carefully sat in the back seat, straightened her clothes, and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Leng Zhongyu was sitting in front and couldn't help but glance at her in the rearview mirror.
This guy is so straightforward and direct that sometimes it’s hard to resist.
Leng Zongkai was too lazy to beat around the bush with her, "That man is very dangerous, don't get too close."
This was his advice. He saw too many things in that man, which made him feel uneasy for no reason.
Qingting was not angry, and nodded obediently, "I know, I won't have any chance of contact with him."
When her husband comes back, she will stay with him, concentrate on conditioning her body, and wait to give birth to the child of their love.
Leng Zongkai was well aware of her tendency to tell the truth, so he breathed a sigh of relief and was silent for a moment, "Is she okay?"
He knew that she was a smart person, who always knew what she wanted most, went all out, held on tightly, never half-heartedly, and always moved forward. This was something he admired.
If he had been like this back then, everything would have been rewritten. What a pity...