After listening to Mo Hengyu’s story, Mo Chifeng and others felt that Qian Zhaozhao was brainless.
Acting recklessly, he wanted to take action against Rong Linngling in full public view, and brought up Mr. Qian to make excuses. Regardless of whether he succeeded or not, if word spread, he would be accused of being bullied by the Qian family.
"Brother, I think Qian Zhaozhao is still interested in you. She plans to embarrass Rong Lingling today, so she won't bother you next time, right?" Mo Hengyu's expression became weirder as he spoke, staring straight at Mo Chifeng.
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Her skin is very white, her facial features are very good, her eyes are charming and charming, and she has a fatal attraction for people regardless of happiness or anger.
His brother is so good. Not only is he handsome and his family background is outrageous, but he also doesn’t have any bad habits. He is as noble as the moon in the sky and is just out of reach. How can a savage young lady like Qian Zhaozhao be worthy of his brother? p>
"It's a good thing you don't like her, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste of your good conditions?" Seeing Mo Chifeng's delay in responding, Mo Hengyu muttered again.
"What's the waste?" Mo Chifeng only heard the vague pronunciation of the words, and saw that his eyebrows were about to knit together, so he asked a little funny.
Mo Hengyu was immersed in his own thoughts and did not consider who was asking the question. He repeated the words clearly.
Ning Yunsu's laughter came from beside him, and he suddenly reacted, "Gudong" and swallowed, "That brother..."
He is usually not even afraid of his father, but is afraid of his cousin Mo Chifeng, but just now, he made a joke on his brother.
His brother is such a serious person, shouldn't he be angry?
"You've grown so capable that you even dare to make fun of me."
This sentence made Mo Hengyu tremble with fear. When he was about to explain, he found that there was no anger on Mo Chifeng's face, but instead there was a faint smile that was hidden.
He couldn't help but froze.
Mo Chifeng changed the subject, "But you are right."
Qian Zhaozhao was worse than a passerby to him, so there was no way he could fall in love with her.
If this person is Rong Lingling, it is possible...
His heart trembled violently, and he subconsciously squeezed the red wine at his hand.
"You guys go back first, Heng Yu, and watch your dad don't let him do anything stupid again. Jian Mu, it's up to you to do the things in City A. Ah Su, Bai Chu,
You guys are targeting the people over there!"
Jian Mu and the other three have been following him for many years, and they have already seen that he wants to think on his own, so they all agreed "yes" and smoothly dragged Mo Hengyu out, who was not sure what was going on.
"Bai Chu, what are you doing... Hey, brother, brother, I haven't finished speaking yet..."
Mo Hengyu couldn't struggle, and watched the study door close in front of his eyes.
"My brother, what do you mean?" He looked at the three of them.
His brother's three special assistants are all masters of observing words and expressions. They may not be ignorant of things that he cannot understand.
"It's okay. You'll find out after a while. It might be a big surprise!" Bai Chu smiled particularly slyly.
Mo Hengyu didn't take it seriously and returned home without interest.
Mo Chifeng stood in front of the window, shaking the goblet gently in his hand, and Rong Lingling's figure became clearer in his mind.
She was drunk, she was sad, she was fierce...
Always bright, always unparalleled.
She just has the ability to keep his interest forever.
But is this love?
He took a sip of the wine in the glass and saw the bright moon shining brightly in the sky.
He thinks he doesn't know.
The hug that happened by chance that day seemed to fill his heart. Her warmth and expression lingered in his memory, and life was rarely confused.
What is he going to do?
Should we let nature take its course or take the initiative?