Hearing this, Mo Li glanced at An Xiaoqi, ready to explain something, but his eyes suddenly fell on An Xiaoqi's face with five finger prints, and he suddenly opened his eyes angrily and glared.
Huo Linlin: "Did you hit her?"
"Such a bitch needs to be beaten by herself. If you don't beat her, next time -"
Before Huo Linlin finished speaking, Mo Li slapped Huo Linlin on the face.
Huo Linlin fell to the ground, covered her face, and looked at Mo Li in surprise and aggrievement.
His slap was so hard that even An Xiaoqi shivered instinctively.
Mo Li walked up to An Xiaoqi, gently put his hand on her beaten face, and asked with concern: "Does it hurt?"
An Xiaoqi suddenly hated him!
He just hit a woman, but he comes to care about another woman!
Although Huo Linlin deserves a beating, she shouldn't be attacked like this by a man!
An Xiaoqi hates men who hit women!
In the past, didn't he even beat himself up? I didn't see how much he cared about himself at that time!
This drama is too fake!
An Xiaoqi pushed Mo Li's hand away impatiently and went straight upstairs to her bedroom.
As she walked, she thought that her attitude towards Mo Li just now might irritate him.
If you irritate him, his revenge will probably be advanced.
She regretted a little: since she had seen through his trick, why not accompany him to continue the play, at least she would be less tortured in the process, which was better than breaking up early!
Unexpectedly, Mo Li didn't have an attack. An Xiaoqi heard his voice warning Huo Linlin from behind: "Remember! Don't make trouble for An Xiaoqi again in the future! No matter who he is, as long as he dares to bully her, don't blame me for being rude -
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An Xiaoqi smiled: It costs a lot to make the woman who sleeps in the same room with him sad for the sake of acting.
When An Xiaoqi entered her bedroom, she was suddenly dumbfounded: the decoration in the room was completely new.
It turns out that everything in the house is the decoration of the wedding room, all in dazzling red and tacky green...
But now, those things are gone
From carpets, window curtains, sheets, quilt covers to dressing tables, sofas, and coffee tables, everything has been replaced with pastoral-style light colors, making people feel refreshed.
When An Xiaoqi was surprised at these changes, Wu Ma walked in and said with a smile: "Miss An, do you still like it?"
"Wu Ma, did you arrange this for me?" An Xiaoqi asked Wu Ma in confusion.
To be so considerate and kind to myself, there is no one else but Wu Ma in this Dihu Villa.
Wu Ma smiled and shook her head: "This is the young master's arrangement. During lunch, I ordered people to replace these hurriedly, saying that Miss An didn't like those tacky things."
"Oh" An Xiaoqi was discouraged. She thought it was a small touch, but who knew it was part of that guy's drama?
"If you are not satisfied with anything, wait until you are not at home tomorrow and ask them to change it," Wu Ma said
"I'm very satisfied." An Xiaoqi nodded.
Although that guy was just acting, the thing he chose was indeed what he liked.
Wu Ma left with peace of mind
An Xiaoqi lay on the comfortable bed and thought to herself: It would be good to cooperate with him in acting like this. At least the process is comfortable.
I wish that guy could act longer!
Not long after I lay down, I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in" An Xiaoqi felt a little strange: Didn't Mother Wu just leave? What is she doing here again?