Chapter Ninety-One: His Good, Not Yours
The meal was a bit dull and ended quickly. As soon as she put down the dishes and chopsticks, Mu Moyu came to Xia Yuncang's side first and grabbed her arm.
"Yuncang, don't be afraid, Uncle has always been a knife-mouthed tofu heart, I'll take you to order. She pursed her lips and smiled, which made Xia Yuncang's heart feel a little more comfortable.
She nodded slightly, and still looked sideways at Mu Xiaoyao as she left.
Mu Xiaoyao on the other side didn't look at her, but her movements were fully watched by Leng Zixiao on the other side.
The woman sitting in the seat was a little restless, and Leng Zi turned her head to see her jealousy. There was a faint sigh in my heart, why did Xiaoxiao become like this?
"Ahem. He coughed lightly, motioning for her to withdraw her gaze.
Her eyelashes twitched slightly, and her heart was startled, before she shuddered her gaze.
After everyone else went out, Leng Zilin called her expressionlessly: "Xiaoxiao." ”
His voice was very soft, only people sitting within a meter of him could hear it, Leng Zixiao naturally heard it, and she also knew clearly that her brother saw her crazy eyes again.
Others can say that she is not good, but brother, no. She didn't want her brother to see her bad side, just as much as she didn't want Xiaoyao to see.
"Brother. She responded, and there was already a slight tremor in her voice.
He didn't know what it felt in his heart, a little heartache, he wrapped her shoulders slightly, let her lean on his shoulder, and then said: "Xiaoxiao, you shouldn't expect extravagance, everyone treats you like a brother." ”
What he said was already very tactful, and it was impossible for Leng Zixiao not to know what he meant: Xiaoyao's good, not hers.
But as soon as it touched Mu Xiaoyao's problem, an inexplicable fire burned in an already calm heart. She raised her head suddenly, locked Leng Zilone's eyes, and said, "Why?"
Why should even my brother be like this, to stop her from getting away!
Leng Zilin knew what she was thinking, and he was a little helpless, he looked away and said lightly: "Xiaoxiao, there are some things that can't be forced." ”
"Huh...... Brother, isn't this the same as when we were children? If we don't fight, how can we get it?" Thinking of what happened when she was a child, Leng Zixiao seemed to be more confident.
"If you're going to compare MEmu to those things, you're going to lose more than you gain. He controlled his emotions and lowered his voice a little more.
Unexpectedly, his step-by-step retreat was only exchanged for her step-by-step pressing.
She wrenched his arm away and yelled at him, "I don't care!"
He also frowned slightly and stood up: "You are simply unreasonable!" After speaking, he turned to leave.
"Woo woo woo ......" she didn't expect him to murder her, and tears burst out of her eyes at once.
His footsteps stopped, but remembering her arrogance and rudeness just now, he was still ruthless, pushed the door open, and walked out.
"Ah Lone. As soon as he went out, he raised his eyes and saw Mu Xiaoyao on the other side, he also noticed himself, Leng Zixi cleaned up his mood and walked over there.
Walking to the crowd in the middle of the lawn, he greeted Mu Yunbo, and when he turned around, he saw Leng Zixiao's figure.
She had also collected her mood and was walking towards them. Somewhat embarrassed, he looked away, picked up a glass of champagne on the table, took a sip, but heard her voice: "Brother." ”