All night long, Huanhuan lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Zi Yin is Mo Jia's fiancée, and this incident shocked her too much.
And Zi Yin seems to like Mo Jia very much...
What about him? Does he like Zi Yin?
Ahhhhhh...
Annoyed, she pulled the quilt over her head.
Huanhuan suffered from insomnia for the first time in her nearly 18 years of life.
At the breakfast table, Mo Tieyi was in the middle, Mo Jia and Su Ziyin sat on both sides, eating breakfast quietly. Huanhuan stood behind the old man, his big eyes almost glued to Su Ziyin.
Is that person who behaves elegantly and is as beautiful as a Barbie doll really the little cousin?
Mojia picked up the milk, raised his head and took a sip. During the break, his cold eyes glanced in the direction of Huanhuan. After just a glance, he raised his eyebrows in displeasure.
He put down the cup, and due to his lack of control, the bottom of the cup and the table made a very harsh and sharp sound.
Mo Tieyi looked back at him and said nothing.
The Mohist family follows rules in everything, and the descendants of the Mohist family will be instilled in those ancient and pure etiquette from an early age. In the eyes of the old man, Mojia's move is indeed inappropriate. But people always make mistakes, maybe their hands slipped, maybe the tabletop
It slipped...
"Snapped"
Another sound.
This time, Mojia threw the fork directly into the plate.
A few blue veins appeared on Mo Tieyi's forehead. Even Su Ziyin across from her noticed the change in the atmosphere. She lowered her head nervously and ate more carefully.
Only Huanhuan's bright eyes were still fixed on Su Ziyin.
Staring at him as before.
Mojia closed his eyes and stood up, "Grandpa, I've finished eating."
Mo Tieyi said nothing and his expression was not very good.
He left the dining table, walked a few steps, then stopped, turned around, and asked, "Why are you still standing there?"
A rather cold sound shocked everyone.
Feeling that everyone's eyes were focused on her, Huanhuan immediately reacted. When she looked up, Mojia was standing not far away, with his hands in his pockets, looking as gorgeous as an immortal.
This guy really doesn't hesitate to display his offensive aura and charming style no matter where he is.
Huanhuan lowered her head and ran up to him in small steps under everyone's gaze.
Mojia stopped looking at her, turned around and left.
Huanhuan felt a curse in his heart and had to follow him sadly.
Su Ziyin held the knife and fork with her hand, unconsciously exerting force. Even though he was suppressing his displeasure just now, the look in his eyes when he looked at Huanhuan was clearly different from other people's, let alone his own self who was just like air! If she hadn't meant to
To seduce, how could a man as arrogant and cool as the young master of the Mo family treat her differently?!
Su Huanhuan, you liar, you are clearly trying to seduce him!