"That person just said that men are here to have fun..." He didn't reply. Tong Yao murmured speculation, but there was a layer of loneliness in his voice, "Uncle, are you the same?"
She couldn't help but feel sad when she thought that her brother-in-law was also looking for a woman, and that he might have held those glamorous women in his arms just before seeing her...
At that moment, she even wanted to shout out willfully: Uncle, how can you hug others?
His eyes darkened and he asked angrily: "You remember his words very clearly, huh?"
Qin Muyuan couldn't help but tighten his knuckles on the steering wheel. The sharply knuckled fingers were all white. There was a flash of killing intent, which was quickly hidden by him - maybe he shouldn't let that man go! Who let him go?
He taught her all this nonsense?
"I..." she finished, her eyes became even darker, feeling his anger, she shrank carefully into the back seat, "Uncle, are you blaming me?"
"Yes" he nodded directly, leaving no room for euphemism.
"Even you blame me..." She murmured in response, huddled in the back seat, and suddenly choked up. Her small shoulders twitched under the dim light, which made Qin Muyuan suddenly feel soft.
"Why are you crying?" The coldness around him immediately faded away. He frowned irritably and threw a box of tissues from the front. "I didn't scold you. Wipe your tears clean."
Anger is replaced by upset. The anger that has nowhere to vent can only be forcibly endured, and the irritability suddenly doubles.
"But I feel uncomfortable!" She muttered, her face flushed under the influence of red wine, and crystal tears hung on her delicate cheeks, shining with a charming luster, "Uncle, why does everyone blame me today?
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A lot of things happened today, from school, to home, to now...
Is it all her fault?
"Today?" He glanced sideways at her, touching the sadness on her face, and suddenly understood something, and couldn't help softening his tone, "Today...what else happened?"
"Aunt Ruan blamed me for the school thing," she choked and said, out of some instinctive dependence, she just wanted to tell him her helplessness, "Uncle, please don't blame me, okay? There are already enough people blaming me...
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She doesn't want her uncle to side with Ruan Qin!
She was sobbing, her head was dizzy, but she didn't know whether it was the lack of oxygen from crying or the effect of alcohol...
But she couldn't help it. While she was talking, she climbed into the back seat, hugged Qin Muyuan's neck from behind with two arms, and murmured softly: "Uncle..."
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