Just thinking about the man's heart that must be tangled under his cold appearance at this moment, Mo Jiu felt extremely cheerful.
There is a feeling of revenge.
Well, she admitted that she transferred the hardships she had endured for so many years to men.
Lowering his head, Mojiu blurted out:
"Brother, did you come to see me specifically today?" Mo Jiu leaned closer to the man and took the man's arm casually. His movements were as intimate as a sister acting coquettishly, but also like a whisper between lovers. The title of brother,
She screamed very smoothly, just to tease the other person. She felt that the man's eyes dimmed, his body stiffened, and Mo Jiu smiled evilly.
The man pulled his arm out, his face even colder.
Mo Jiu grinned with an evil smile and leaned forward again: "Brother..."
Just as he was about to say something, the man's cell phone suddenly rang.
"Hello, I'm Long Qingtian."
The cold, low voice sounds as pleasant as a cello, teasing people's hearts.
Mojiu looked at the man staring ahead, with a deep silence and a cold and serious look. The bad mood of the past two days disappeared without a trace.
"Um."
"Um."
"knew."
After getting off the phone, Long Qingtian said very little and hung up the phone. He turned around and saw the girl looking at him infatuatedly, and he suddenly became irritable.
He didn't know why, from last night to today, his mood, which was always calm and self-possessed, had fluctuated so much.
The immature girl in front of him, who had just turned eighteen, was his sister, and yet he fell in love with her at first sight without knowing it yesterday.
Long Qingtian cursed himself fiercely in his heart, his expression so cold that it seemed as if he could freeze three feet.
Memories from a few years ago flashed through my mind.
When he was six years old, his mother passed away. His little body was kept in the mourning hall. His body was extremely weak from crying, and he finally fainted from the burden.
He was carried to the lounge by the Long family's nanny, and in his dream, he suddenly saw his mother. He cried and ran towards her, and then with a thud, he fell off the bed.
After opening his eyes, he found that due to the struggle, he had rolled under the bed, staring at everything in darkness, he was in a daze.
At this moment, the door was opened and a man and a woman walked in.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw the woman standing on tiptoes and hugging the man's waist tightly.
I don't know what kind of psychology made him say nothing, but just stared blankly, and then he heard the following conversation.
"Gang Qing, she is dead, please marry me!" This was Mo Jiayi's voice.
As soon as the word "Gangqing" came out, Long Qingtian didn't dare to move even more. He even looked outside with hatred, thinking of other people's rumors, and the hatred in his heart began to grow.
However, his father... surprised him.
He pushed the woman's arm away, "I will only love her for the rest of my life."
Then, he turned around and walked out.
Mo Jiayi shouted in pain: "Gangqing, even if it's not for me, for Xiaojiu, shouldn't you give her a complete family?! Do you know that every time Xiaojiu asks me who her father is?
At that time, I wanted to tell her that it was you, it was you!!"
Long Gangqing paused, but did not stop.
…
"Mojiu!"
The two of them were distracted and looking at each other coldly, when this gentle voice suddenly came over.
Han Chaoyang stood among the onlookers, looking at the cold man, then at Mo Jiu, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
