"Mrs. Leng, I heard that you are five months pregnant, but didn't you sleep in a separate room with Mr. Leng?" The speaker was Andy, the daughter of the Penghui Group. She relied on the fact that her father was a shareholder of the Leng Group, so she
Seems arrogant.
The vitriolic voice sounded, like a bomb dropped in deep water, and even more harsh sarcasm flooded the sky.
"Maybe it's the seed of some wild man!"
"Does he look like this and be worthy of Young Master Leng? I don't know what despicable and despicable means he used."
Qiu Mo was surrounded in the middle, her head slightly lowered. These hurtful words sounded to her ears more like lines from a boring performance. They would not embarrass her or make her feel uncomfortable. She just wanted to go to the bathroom.
Because her legs were a little sore from standing.
"Please give way." The sarcasm in her ears fell on deaf ears. Her ordinary face was neither happy nor angry, and it still had the same calm expression just now. Such a reaction made the women around her very mean.
boring.
"Mrs. Leng, are you talking about your pain point, why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Andy reached out and pushed her arrogantly.
Leng Xiaotian stood outside the crowd and was gloating at this moment. Suddenly he saw Andy pushing Qiu Mo. She let out a cry. She didn't want these women to really hurt her. At most, they would say some harsh words to stimulate her.
Well, that Andy was so arrogant that he even took action.
Just as Leng Xiaotian was about to rush over to save the siege, a shadow came to the side of the crowd one step ahead of her.
As if she felt the cold breath, the group of women who were still watching the excitement immediately became silent. Qiu Mo was stunned for a moment, and her body had been pulled over by someone, and she fell into his broad and sturdy arms.
The big hand holding her arm tightly tightened slightly, as if to announce to everyone that he was furious at this moment.
Qiu Mo raised her head, and her eyes met his sharp chin and three-dimensional bridge of nose. His thin lips pursed into a straight line, and the cold light in his eyes was enough to pierce through a hundred steps.
"Mr. Leng." Andy stepped aside cautiously. Following her footsteps, the female guests also stepped back in recognition.
Leng Xiao stood there, holding Qiu Mo in his arms in a protective manner. His cold eyes were wild and dark, with the majesty and intimidation of a king, making people dare not look directly at him.
While everyone was holding their breath and concentrating, his voice was like Yama from hell, exploding in the noisy air.
"Who gave you the courage? Dare to touch my cold woman."
A question was more like a statement. No one expected an answer, but everyone couldn't help but shake their heads in fear.
Qiu Mo stared at his handsome face in shock, almost thinking there was something wrong with her ears. What did he just say?
She is the woman he treats coldly, and he is finally willing to admit that she is his woman.
This unexpected surprise made Qiu Mo overjoyed. She could barely restrain herself from trembling slightly, and her little hand was so panicked that she didn't know where to put it.
A burst of warmth came, and his big hand grabbed her small hand from below, holding it tightly in his hand. No matter what his purpose was, such a touch made Qiu Mo feel more confident in an instant, as if there was something
He seems to be able to cope with all difficulties with ease.
She didn't dare to move, quietly enjoying this dreamlike care.