Chapter 112: Who Wins and Who Loses

"Yeon-hee, don't pretend to be stupid? You still don't know what I want about you? Mu Yang gently looked at the little man lying on the hospital bed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"What do I know?" Yeon-hee treats emotional matters as far as she can, and she can't pretend to be stupid and never say it. If you can clearly say no to others, you have a sense of guilt in your heart for Muyang.

Yeon-hee doesn't know where this guilt comes from! Zi Meng in the necklace space was full of anxiety and consciously wanted to tell Yanxi what happened before, but reason told her that she couldn't, and she had been given a gag order, which was absolutely impossible to say, so she could only silently pray that Mo Mingze would come back quickly.

Muyang slowly approached Yanxi, the two looked at each other, and Yanxi's eyes were a little evasive. Muyang pinched Yeon-hee's jaw hard, forcing her to keep looking at him.

"I like you, don't you know?" Yeon-hee was stunned, completely unsure of how to react.

"Yanxi, you know that I saw you like Mo Mingze today, and I can't wait to tear him apart. I love you, I love you so much that I can't help myself。。。。。 After that, Yeon-hee didn't listen to it at all.

My heart was full of, "He's spying on me." Yeon-hee is a person who is particularly tired of being watched by others, which makes her feel very insecure. Yanxi's eyes gradually became cold, but Muyang, who was hugging Yanxi, didn't notice this at all. Continue to say her mind to Yeon-hee.

Yeon-hee sneered, and there was no warmth at all in her smile. Yanxi slammed Muyang away and looked at him coldly. Muyang didn't know what was going on at all, and he looked dazed.

At this time, Mo Mingze walked in from outside, put the porridge cooked in his hand in front of Yanxi, opened it, put the porridge into a bowl, and handed it to Yanxi.

Yeon-hee was a little moved, the first thing he could take care of was himself. Mo Mingze didn't leave Mu Yang with a look at all. Mu Yang stared at the two people, and there was fire in his eyes.

"Yeon-hee?" Muyang hoped that his words could attract Yanxi's attention, but this time Yanxi didn't even leave Muyang with a little afterglow.

Mo Mingze gently watched Yanxi drink porridge. "Slow down, no one will rob you!" Mo Mingze's doting eyes sweetened Yanxi, and when Yanxi finished eating, he wiped Yanxi's mouth with a handkerchief.

"What's wrong with your hand?"

"It's okay," Mo Mingze hid his hand behind him.

"It's really fine"

The more he hid, the more suspicious Yeon-hee became. Yeon-hee brutally wanted Mo Mingze's hand to pull it over. But I forgot that she was still a sick person now, and she didn't let Zi Meng completely cure her, if she was cured so quickly, it would be easy to attract the attention of others. She didn't want to be seen as a monster and go to the lab to make slices.

It's just that she thinks too much, with her background, whoever dares to touch her is definitely looking for death. Mo Mingze couldn't see Yanxi's little grievance, and obediently handed his hand to Yanxi, Mo Mingze had obvious traces of being burned on his hand, and there was even a blister there.

"You made that bowl of porridge yourself?" When Yeon-hee said this, it was an affirmative sentence, not a question sentence.

"Is it delicious?"

"Yes, it's delicious."

"Next time you want to eat, just come to me, and I'll make it for you."

"Yes, make it for me."

I don't know when, Muyang left, there was no sound at all, he knew that he had lost this game, so he simply didn't say hello at all, and left directly. (To be continued.) )