Liu's mother couldn't hide the joy on her face and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, young master."
While she was on the phone, she secretly rejoiced in her heart. Maybe the young master didn't hate the young mistress that much. He was willing to let the madam come over for dinner, which meant that there was room for relaxation in this matter.
Leng Xiao walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room and looked at Qiu Mo, who was shivering from the cold. She seemed to have discovered him and raised her eyes to look at him. Those eyes penetrated the darkness, were bright and clear, and there seemed to be
It was still covered with a light layer of moisture, and at this moment, the feeling of extreme grievance was about to spread.
Leng Xiao met her eyes, and something in his heart suddenly twitched. Her appearance made him feel strangely familiar. Unknowingly, he had crossed the corridor and walked in front of her.
She was a head shorter than him, and he had to look down to see her face. The top of her hair was clean and fresh, with a faint smell of shower gel. At this time, she half-raised her face and looked at him silently.
There was no hint of surrender in his clear eyes.
Leng Xiao couldn't help but frown, he didn't like women disobeying him.
"Admit your mistake to Carter and go back to eat." He said as if giving alms.
"I will not admit my mistakes to a dog," Qiu Mo's pale face was flushed with excitement and anger. Although her eyes were still stubborn, her feet seemed to be stepping on floating clouds, and she was obviously unsteady.
Her forbearance was completely caught in his eyes. He just curled his lips sarcastically and said coldly: "Then you just keep standing."
After saying that, he turned around to leave. For a moment, he actually expected to hear her begging for mercy. He told himself that if she begged him, he would let her go. But even if he slowed down as much as possible, there were still people behind him.
It was silent, and inexplicable anger surged in his heart, and his knife-carved face seemed to have accumulated dark clouds, making people shudder.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Qiu Mo couldn't help but swaying on her feet. She protected her belly and comforted her softly with guilt, "Baby, I'm sorry, Mommy really can't learn to compromise."
Finally she couldn't bear it any longer and held on to the railing on the side. The pain all over her body was like a rising tide that instantly submerged her.
The door slowly opened and a black luxury car drove in.
Qiu Mo listened to the dying sound of the engine, and her eyes were blurry.
The driver jumped out of the car and opened the door respectfully. The assistant took out a wheelchair from the trunk and installed it skillfully.
Just when Qiu Mo could no longer hold on, a pair of strong hands suddenly grabbed her arm. She reluctantly opened her eyes, and the figure in front of her changed from blurry to clear.
Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, he could not hide his tall and thin body at all. He was wrapped in casual sportswear and was extremely slender.
She has thin, short, jet-black hair that slopes down from her full forehead to cover half of her eyes. Her eyebrows are very long, neither thick nor light, with just the right curvature.
Like his brother, he is a flawless man in appearance.
Leng Ningyu, the second son of the Leng Consortium.
"Qiu Mo, why are you standing here?" He asked with concern, and motioned to the assistant beside him to help the woman who was about to fall.
Qiu Mo chuckled at him, pushed his assistant away calmly, and continued to stand. The white dress on her body was blown up by the evening breeze, and her long black hair was as messy as a butterfly, which was not considered beautiful.
She was as charming as an elf at this moment.
"It's the eldest brother, it's the eldest brother, right?" Leng Ningyu held her soft and delicate hand and asked excitedly.
Qiu Mo swayed, and Leng Ningyu in front of her seemed to suddenly change into two, crisscrossing each other in front of her eyes.
The next second, her body suddenly slid down the railing uncontrollably.
"Qiu Mo."
Leng Ningyu's cry was not as good as the shadow that suddenly flew over. When he reacted, Qiu Mo had already been hugged into a broad embrace. Her delicate body was curled up on his chest, her little hands still
She was in a posture of protecting the fetal belly, and her frowning eyebrows really wanted to reach out and smooth them out for her.
"Brother." Leng Ningyu looked at the tall and stern figure in front of him and stopped talking.
The assistant next to him had already bowed ninety degrees and said respectfully: "Young Master Leng."