The tone of disgust, the tone of the tone is determined.

Song Nanxi was questioned by the sentence "Split his head and covered his face", and he was almost laughed at angrily.

Trace?

Does this man feel a little too good about himself?

Mo Yechuan walked up and stared at her, his disgust even stronger, and sneered: "Also, it's not stalking us, it's stalking me." ”

Jiang Nanyan hurriedly said: "Yechuan, don't say it, maybe Nanxi is just passing by......"

"Passing by?" Mo Yechuan sneered disdainfully, looking at Song Nanxi's gaze with even more disgust, "It's nearly fifteen kilometers from the school here, you are passing by, it's too far, right?" ”

Jiang Nanyan smiled reluctantly and said, "Maybe she made an appointment......

"Alright, don't make excuses for her!" Mo Yechuan said impatiently: "Just a person like her, you are dedicated to her!" ”

Then, Mo Yechuan looked at Song Nanxi, his eyes were full of anger, and he sneered meanly: "The means are good, I really thought that you really planned to give up, but I didn't expect to just use more despicable and obscene means, Song Nanxi, I really underestimated you!" ”

Jiang Nanyan's eyes were red, and she pulled Mo Yechuan, "Yechuan, didn't you promise me that you would be kind to Nanxi......"

Mo Yechuan's expression when he faced Jiang Nanyan was completely different, he held Jiang Nanyan's hand and said, "I said it, but I have to make some things clear, I don't like her, even if I treat her well in the future, it will only be because of you." ”

Song Nanxi couldn't hold back after all and smiled.

She looked at Mo Yechuan and Jiang Nanyan, raised her hand, and applauded, "It's really exciting, it's a pity that you two don't play double reeds." ”

Jiang Nanyan cried, for fear that she would misunderstand, "Nanxi, I'm just going out to have a good chat with Yechuan, I just don't want to see you sad and sad anymore, so I really hope that Yechuan can treat you better......"

Song Nanxi seemed to be confused, and tilted her head to look at Jiang Nanyan, "Really?" ”

Jiang Nanyan was overjoyed, "Of course it's ......"

"It's true," Mo Yechuan sneered, "But, are you worthy?" ”

Do you deserve it?

Memories came flooding back, as if they were in another world.

The Mo Ye River in front of him overlapped with the Mo Ye River in his memory.

The same sneering face, the same mean and cold words.

Really...... It hasn't changed at all.

Song Nanxi looked at him, pulled his lips, and was about to speak, when suddenly a cold voice sounded from above his head, "Little Master Mo is so majestic." ”

Song Nanxi was stunned for a moment and turned around.

The figure was long, tall and majestic, walking with its own brilliance and a cold temperament, and every step seemed to be stepping on people's hearts.

The familiar low voice made Mo Yechuan stunned for a moment, looked up, and saw the familiar figure behind Song Nanxi at a glance.

"Uncle Thirteen?"

Uncle Thirteen?

Yincheng Mo family, the famous thirteenth prince, Mo Linyuan?

Jiang Nanyan looked at this person in a daze, and her eyes were deeply attracted.

This man is obviously more mature, calm, and attractive than Mo Yechuan.

This full of elegance is not comparable to the sharp Mo Yechuan.

Mo Linyuan walked over, his eyes were cold, "That's how I taught you since I was a child?" ”

Mo Yechuan suddenly lost his sharpness just now, and shouted: "Thirteenth Uncle ......"

"Apologize."