Qiao Weihuan was caught off guard by Mo Xilin, and her injured hand hit the wall.

Her eyes turned red with pain, and she bit her lip and swallowed the choking in her throat.

She was in uncomfortably pain, shaking her fingertips to push Mo Xilin: "I said his name is He Zhengxiao." ”

"I ......" Mo Xilin wanted to know about the relationship between He Zhengxiao and Qiao Weihuan, but he was stabbed by Qiao Weihuan's red eyes, and he couldn't help but be in a trance.

A few hours ago, Qiao Weihuan's pale face, vague smile, and her inaudible and heavy "I'm sorry" jumped into her mind without warning.

Mo Xilin's heart was full of thoughts, his lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but in the next second, his unformed words were strangled in his throat.

A cold shadow approached silently and quickly, and the other party's powerful big hand grabbed Moxilin's collar and pushed him to the door, the cold and hard joints against his throat, and the tighter and tighter neckline also made him breathless.

He Zhengxiao was a little taller than Mo Xilin, and for no reason, Mo Xilin had the illusion of being looked down on.

"Chairman Mo, don't be rude to women."

Moxilin choked, but the man's aggressive nature was all provoked at this moment, and his noble son's mask was torn off, and he raised his hand and waved his fist!

He Zhengxiao raised his arm effortlessly and opened Mo Xilin's attack.

He even chuckled, and with a seemingly fluttering punch, he smashed into Mo Xilin's abdomen with precision!

He Zhengxiao loosened Mo Xilin's collar, and he immediately bent down and coughed twice.

Mo Xilin's face was gloomy, his eyes were red, and the dignity of the man forced him to hit He Zhengxiao again!

……

Two men, one is the heir to Demville and the other is the chairman of the Mohs Group, fight at home.

said that it was a fight, it was better to say that He Zhengxiao was teasing Moxi to play. He was obviously at ease, easily dodging Mo Xilin's punches and kicks, and fighting back from time to time, but he could always hit the opponent.

Qiao Weihuan looked around, picked up a clear glass vase casually, and smashed it to the floor!

There was a loud bang, and finally the two of them stopped.

"Alright." Qiao Weihuan held his wrist and said with a pale face: "You don't care about your identity, I'm still afraid that your home will be demolished by you, so stop." ”

Moxilin's clothes were wrinkled, and a bruise was made from the corner of his eye, and he had lost his previous demeanor at all.

Qiao Weihuan ......" Mo Xilin's throat was unusually dry and hoarse: "Just now...... I'm sorry. ”

His gaze sharpened again when he moved back to He Zhengxiao, "Mr. He, my fiancée and I have something to say, and it's inconvenient for outsiders to be present." ”

He Zhengxiao patted the non-existent dust on the cuffs, picked up the coat placed on the sofa, and with a wave of his hand, the hem of the high-quality coat slid out an elegant arc in mid-air.

"Now to her, you and I are outsiders."

He strode towards Qiao Weihuan and watched her long brown hair swaying gently, covering most of her face, revealing the tip of her nose.

Her demeanor, tone, and micro-expressions, she was tired everywhere she was, and she had no interest in talking. You can't see that, and showing your 'fiancé' status with me will only embarrass her. If I were you, I would know what to do and leave immediately. He Zhengxiao stepped down the steps and turned around, with a smile on his lips and deep eyes, "Also, your vinegar didn't eat in the wrong place, I kissed her." ”

Qiao Weihuan breathed suffocated, raised his head in disbelief, and quickly went to look at Gu Xilin, his fingers curled up.

Moxilin's pupils shrank suddenly, he moved his lips, his suspicious gaze floated on the two people standing very close, and asked with great difficulty: "...... Is what he said true? ”

A chill, stretching from the tip of her heart to her limbs, Qiao Weihuan was so cold that her whole body was numb, and she didn't want to defend herself at all, so she nodded her head politely.

It's true.

It wasn't of her own free will, but it's true.

Mo Xilin's face changed a few times, clenching the roots of his teeth, not allowing himself to say anything more out of shape, only panting heavily.

After a while, he took a step with a blue face, didn't look at her again, and walked past Qiao Weihuan indifferently.

The door behind him "clanged" and was slammed shut.

Qiao Weihuan was drained of all her strength and had to lean against the wall to support her weak body.

The man's breath approached unexpectedly, He Zhengxiao's lips were close to her ear, and his deep voice penetrated into her ear uncontrollably.

"This is the man you chose? Strangers can say anything casually, they can make him question you, ignore you, and not give you a single star and a little trust, are you sure you like this one? ”

He Zhengxiao's voice was like a spell, full of indescribable demagogic power.

"Or is there something about him that makes you delusional?"

Qiao Weihuan dodged a little and said softly: "You saved me and destroyed my relationship with him, I don't owe you anymore." ”

He Zhengxiao's slender fingers brushed away the long hair that fell on her shoulders and neck, and carefully rubbed the butterfly tattoo on her neck, the movements were gentle, but the body under the fingers began to tremble.

He curled the corners of his lips, the tip of his nose close to her long, brown hair, as if sniffing a budding flower.

"You wouldn't have married him without me."

- What you want, he can't give it.

Qiao Weihuan turned her head with great effort and looked directly at He Zhengxiao.

If a person's spiritual world is strong enough, then his eyes will become a mysterious universe, vast and all-encompassing.

All beliefs and secrets will be hidden under the gaze of such a pair of eyes.

The noble and elegant He Zhengxiao, the powerful and dangerous Stuart Demwell.

Nightmare Manchester ......

Qiao Weihuan closed his eyes.

"Let's go."

It's sad to see you.

Someone forcibly wrenched his chin, and his slender fingers were forced, Qiao Weihuan was in pain and had to open his eyes.

He Zhengxiao's handsome face was close at hand, and there was a surge between his eyebrows.

The woman's face was amazingly white, but the tails of her eyes floated uncontrollably, her half-opened eyes were full of moisture, and her fan-like eyelashes couldn't help but tremble.

Now is not the best time to continue pushing her......

He Zhengxiao let go of her chin and clasped the back of her head instead. Qiao Weihuan dodged and hidden, didn't dodge, and was left with an intimate kiss by him on the gauze of the forehead wound.

"Your mood is not stable enough today, I'll give you a little more time."

What time to give her?

After He Zhengxiao left, Qiao Weihuan thought about it for a long time, but he didn't come up with a reason.

woke up, woke up, and was groggy for a day and a night, Qiao Weihuan was finally dragged up from the bed by Fu Minglang.

Seeing the wrapped hands, Fu Minglang was stunned, and in the end, it was Qiao Weihuan who dragged him to pack his luggage, hurried to the airport, and boarded the plane to N City.

Three months later, Qiao Weihuan's new movie was successfully completed.

The news of the completion of the biggest production of the year caused quite a stir, flying out of N City at 10 a.m., and in less than a few minutes, it spread all over the Internet.

Qiao Weihuan got off the plane and walked out of the airport, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the familiar Gust and the driver next to the car.

Fu Minglang whistled and jumped away with his suitcase, "Sister, I'll send you the luggage back, you have a big meal at night, don't send it to Moments." ”

After speaking, he ran away.

The driver greeted respectfully: "Miss Qiao, the old lady heard that you came back today, so she specially asked me to come over and ask you if you have time to go over for dinner." ”

Qiao Weihuan smiled and answered: "I haven't seen my grandma for a long time, even if my grandma doesn't let me go today, I'm going to eat." ”

For Qiao Weihuan, there are three people she can't live up to. One is Qiao's mother, and the other is Uncle Han, who took her back to China. The last one is Mrs. Mo, who has the grace of recreation.

If it weren't for Mrs. Mo, Qiao's mother would have been kicked out of the intensive care unit five years ago because the treatment cost was not enough. Qiao Weihuan will not buy the villa where Qiao's mother lives at an incredibly low price after entering the showbiz for a year. If it weren't for Mrs. Mo to clear the thorns for her, "actor Qiao Weihuan" may have died in the deep pool of the entertainment industry.

When he arrived at the Mo family's old house, Qiao Weihuan deliberately glanced at the yard and didn't see any other cars.

It seems that Mossi Lin did not come today.

However, when he entered the villa, Qiao Weihuan unexpectedly saw Mo Xilin, and he looked at Qiao Weihuan with a very calm look, as if nothing had happened to them before.

Qiao Wei sat down with a smile, "Grandma, do you miss me?" ”

Old Madam Mo was a military doctor when she was young, and she went to the battlefield with a large army, and she had an awe-inspiring aura on her body, and she was very red. Her dignity and seriousness are tempered by the fire of war, and even if she speaks kindly, she will give people a feeling of anger.

However, the old lady likes Qiao Weihuan's smile that makes people feel comfortable anytime and anywhere, and when she talks to her, she occasionally shows a little rare smile.

"You girl, how long has it been since you came to see me, and you are embarrassed to ask me if I want you?"

The old lady chatted with Qiao Weihuan for a while, and then suddenly said: "I asked someone to calculate, next Sunday is a rare good day, and if you miss it, you will have to wait another four years to meet it." I think it's better for you to set the wedding for next week, which happens to be on my mind. ”

Qiao Weihuan was stunned, but he didn't see Mo Xilin's surprised look.

He already knew what his grandmother was going to do?

Moxie got up and went outside to answer the phone.

Stunned, a pair of thin hands covered the backs of his hands.

Qiao Weihuan came back to her senses, and Old Madam Mo's wise gaze was falling on her.

"Girl, I know that Xiaolin has some mundane things that make you feel uncomfortable. However, I can still get the temperament of my own grandson. After you get married, Xiao Lin will not do anything to be sorry for you. ”

Mundane ...... Lu Xiaoya......

Qiao Weihuan put down the chopsticks and held Mrs. Mo's hand, "I know grandma." ”

"Then why are you upset?"

Although Old Madam Mo's hands were very hot, they carried the shriveled and rough characteristics of the old man.

Qiao Weihuan took a bite of the soft meat in her mouth and calmed her heart, "No, I'm not upset, I just feel a little sudden." ”