By the way, isn't there something called a breakup-cannon? It's a breakup-it's okay, anyway, his parents made a move, probably foolproof.

When Xin Nuan walked out of the room, Mo Qingcheng was setting up the tableware, he was already dressed, the green army pants and green short sleeves without a trace of pleats properly wrapped his tall and straight body, and his handsome face was dyed with a shallow smile, and he was in a good mood at first glance.

Xinnuan found that his slightly long hair was shaved into a board, and the whole person looked more masculine and mighty.

Mo Qingcheng looked up and saw that his heart was warm, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even warmer, "Come and eat something." ”

My heart is warm and I am in a trance, and I always feel that the last time I saw him so relaxed and happy, I don't know if it was from that era.

She reached out and grabbed the silk bathrobe on her body, and the corners of her mouth raised, "What's delicious?" As he spoke, he walked to the table and looked at the delicacies on the delicate plates, and his smile gradually closed.

Sure enough, he is a control freak with selfishness and arrogance oozing in his bones.

Mo Qingcheng looked at the warmth of his smile that gradually retracted his smile, sat down quietly and pulled out the chair, sat down on her shoulder, and then sat opposite her, picked up the red wine bottle, poured two glasses of red wine elegantly, and picked up one of the glasses and put it in front of her.

"All along, I don't think Su Mingzhe is a good father, he can announce the recognition of his biological daughter on the day of your coming-of-age banquet, which shows that he doesn't care about your feelings at all, and he doesn't care about the consequences of this incident. Heartwarming, I just want to protect you. ”

Xinnuan only felt that her bones were bubbling cold, and she almost gritted her teeth and said, "So what do you mean by this table of dishes?" "It's exactly the same as what she did with Pan Sheng last night!

Mo Qingcheng smiled meaninglessly, looking at his heart-warming eyes with a hint of inquiry, "Aren't they all what you like to eat?" ”

She really didn't want to spoil such a good atmosphere today, but she really couldn't suppress the fire that was rising in her heart, so she desperately restrained herself, picked up the wine glass with stiff fingers, and took a sip of wine.

Mo Qingcheng knew that she was angry, so he didn't say anything, slowly helped her with chopsticks and dishes, and said quietly: "Warm heart, I don't like Pan Sheng, I remember that I told you a long time ago, I don't like you to be alone with him even more, especially drinking." ”

He bit the word drink so hard that he seemed to chew them up.

Xinnuan couldn't tell him what happened in his previous life, and from his position at this time, it seemed normal to be angry. But her life is destined to have less and less intersection with him, and it is meaningless for her to tell him so much.

She covered the complexity in her eyes and said lightly: "He is my cousin in the end, and we grew up together, and that incident didn't cause me substantial harm, forget about the past." Qingcheng," she looked up at him, revealing an extremely worldly smile, "We have to look forward, after all, the past is gone, but the future is the most important." ”

He only felt that there was a breath blocked in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out or suck it in, and he was so uncomfortable that he died.

He picked up the wine glass irritably, drank it all, his eyes fell coldly on her indifferent cheeks, and he almost gritted his teeth and said, "What other substantial harm do you want to cause?" He almost took you, took you——! He gripped the red wine glass tightly in his hand and held it hard until a crisp click came and the glass shattered.

He stretched out his hand, and the crumbled wine residue in one hand fell to the ground with red blood.