"What if?" Mo Xinchen suddenly reached out and gently lifted her chin, and continued: "That one in ten thousand may be exclusive to you. ”

Mo Xinchen......

Ning Xiaomeng opened her eyes wide and looked at him with some emotion.

No, it won't.

She realized her identity and quickly turned her head away, she was not worthy of him, how could a sparrow become a phoenix, besides, she couldn't rob someone else's fiancé, it was immoral.

Even if she likes Mo Xinchen no matter how much she likes, she is destined to have nothing to do with him, but in fact, it is enough to like it silently in her heart.

"What's wrong?"

“…… I'm not worthy of you, and ...... Miss Yueyue should love you very much, you can't ......"

Before he finished his words again, his mouth was suddenly kissed by Mo Xinchen, and he swallowed what he wanted to say, and seeing that she didn't speak again, he left her lips.

Why does he use this extreme method to block what she wants to say every time, I don't know if she will be obsessed with doing this?

"I don't have a relationship with her."

No feelings? So why did you get engaged in the first place? Doesn't the engagement of a wealthy family indicate that they will definitely get married in the future?

He saw her doubts, so he explained unhurriedly:

"My engagement to her was purely her father's idea, and he engaged me without my consent. I only found out when Situ Yueyue suddenly came to me that day. ”

It turned out to be so, but, "Why did your dad get you engaged?" And I didn't even consult you. Ning Xiaomeng suddenly became interested in his family's affairs, and looked at him like a curious baby.

"I'll tell you slowly in the future, now...... I want to hear from you. ”

"Listen to me? Say, say what? She looked dazed, not understanding what he meant.

"Say you like me."

What the?!

She looked at him, her face flushed slightly, but she didn't speak for a long time, and finally lowered her head and exhaled discouragedly, and raised her head again to look at him sincerely: "I'm not a daughter, and I don't have a huge background in life."

I'm not pretty, I'm not in good shape, and I'm bad-tempered...... Will you hate me? ”

"Yes." He blurted out.

Really.

But it's okay, it's all normal, isn't it? She endured the throbbing pain in her heart and smiled bitterly.

"Idiot, do you really believe it?!" He suddenly raised his voice an octave, and then a boom slammed into the top of her head.

She hugged her head and wailed, looking at him with tears in her eyes, her hands were too heavy.

"Come, I'll touch my head and give you no pain."

As soon as the words fell, a "paw" touched her head, and then rubbed it not particularly gently. She glared at him with resentful little eyes, and although she didn't make a move, her eyes had already killed him hundreds of times.

I can't believe that they are together like this, it is so amazing, the whole process is like a dream, and she is even afraid that when she wakes up from the dream, everything will be empty.

"Knock knock." There was a knock at the door, and it seemed that it was Imo.

What the? Imo?!

She actually forgot about it, now it's okay, Mo Xinchen is still at home, and it's not safe to hide in the room, God knows how casual and curious this girl is.

If you are not careful, there is a possibility of revealing your stuffing, who let herself lie to her last night and say that Mo Xinchen is her distant relative? Now the paper can't hold the fire.

"Aren't you a distant relative of Xiaomeng? How is it here? ”

Hearing Yi Mo's doubtful voice, she came back to her senses, only to find that Mo Xinchen didn't know when he had gone to open the door!

"Hey, Momo, are you here?" She quickly interrupted their conversation and greeted Imo.

Imo heard the sound and walked in, and when she saw her sitting on the couch, she ran over.

"What's going on? Why so careless? Imo's eyebrows furrowed together, worried as she looked at her bandaged feet.

"It's fine, it'll be fine in a few days." Ning Xiaomeng showed a smile and told her not to worry.

Yi Mo sat down next to her, Mo Xinchen sat down on the other side, he casually turned on the TV, took an apple from the fruit basket on the coffee table, wiped it a few times, and put it in his mouth to nibble.

Why does it look more and more like her style?

"Oops!"

"What's wrong?" Her suddenness startled her, and Mo Xinchen couldn't help but turn her head to look at Yi Mo.

"Little Lemon, what's wrong with your swollen lips?" She stared at her lips as she spoke.

Only then did she remember a deep kiss with Mo Xinchen before, and her slightly swollen lips had not gone away.

She touched her lips and couldn't help but glance at Mo Xinchen, this little move, of course, still did not escape Yi Mo's "magic eye".