Chapter 187

Oh!

Angry?

She was so angry.

However, when Zhou Yanchen asked this question with such a light tone, a casual attitude, and an old God's expression, she suddenly felt sad.

When you close your eyes and open them again, all the emotions in them go down.

"Why am I angry?"

If you care about your moonlight, you care about going.

Sitting up, she arranged her clothes.

In this way, it's not strange.

Zhou Yanchen twisted his eyebrows, and Feng's eyes flashed with chagrin.

If she loses her temper with herself, or even points to the tip of her nose to complain and scold, it's easy for her.

It's such a clear and light appearance that he has no bottom in an instant.

Holding his fist to his lips, Zhou Yanchen coughed softly, and said, "well, I can explain that last night was because..."

"Wei Qing has an accident. It's normal for you to worry." Mo West dye interrupts his words, unexpectedly also show a smile.

It's just that the smile is far fetched.

"I understand. I understand very well. Don't think of me as an unreasonable person."

It's cool enough at this time.

Who called him to die in the morning?

With a light smile, Zhou Yanchen reached out and pinched her jaw, "understand, right?"

Mo Xi ran doesn't speak.

"Well, good." Then he rubbed the soft meat on her jaw with his fingertips. "I'll call you. Why don't you answer?"

"It's not convenient."

"Inconvenient? Who's inconvenient for you to be with? "

"Zhou Xian and Lin qinghang." Mo Xi ran said with a smile, "do you know Lin qinghang? It's a coincidence that he is also a star. He is very handsome and has good acting skills

"Mo Xi Yu!"

Gritting his teeth and reciting her name, he felt a nameless anger in his chest.

It's burning.

Does she have to be so surly?

What is coincidence?

When did she learn to talk.

Mo West dye is still smiling, is not forced out by you.

If you don't resist, you think I'm so easy to bully, don't you.

I like you, but I can't be so humble.

Take a deep breath, Zhou Yanchen soft tone.

Damned woman!

"Let's talk."

"There's nothing to talk about." Stand up, Mo Xi ran to the wardrobe.

With her back to him, she took out a change of clothes and said, "I don't mean that I understand you. Are you worried about Wei Qing because she looks like Jiang Xiaohan? Double, sustenance, I understand. "

"Shut up

That's a little too much.

Zhou Yanchen couldn't help his anger any longer.

Mo Xi ran was holding the clothes in her hand, and her tears were spinning in her eyes.

Why is she doing this?

I'm going to look like I hate myself.

"Bang!"

The bathroom door slammed.

With the door closed, Zhou Yanchen fidgeted and loosened his tie.

"Dong Dong."

The knock on the door was untimely.

"Who!"

With a roar, Zhou Yanchen stares at the bedroom door.

"It's me."

Aunt GUI's gentle voice came.

Zhou Yanchen exhaled, got up and went to open the door.

"Aunt GUI."

"The old lady asked me to stew the soup for Sisi, but I didn't eat the dinner. I always had to drink the soup."

"I see. Thank you, aunt GUI."

Zhou Yanchen took the tray.

Aunt GUI sighed and held Zhou Yanchen's arm. "Ah Chen, OK."

Zhou Yanchen gritted his teeth and nodded gently.

Watching aunt GUI leave, he closed the door and put the tray on the tea table.

Not long after, mosiyan came out of the bathroom.

Zhou Yanchen was smoking by the French window with his back to her.

Without looking at him, she directly lifted the quilt and lay down.

Crushing out the cigarette, he looked back at the man on the big bed.

He came over and drank the soup by the bed

No response.

Her eyelashes are irritating, but she doesn't open her eyes.

Oh!

With a sneer in his heart, Zhou Yanchen leaned over and put his arms on both sides of her head.

Breathing spray on the face, itchy.

Frowning, she finally looked at him.

The kiss fell on her cheek.

Mo West dye hands on both sides, do not refuse.

Like a dead fish, the dead fish use every cell of the body to complain about their determination.

He stopped and sighed.

Coagulating her eyes, she asked softly, "how can I not be angry?"Mo Xi ran pursed her lips.

"Speak up." Holding her cheek, Zhou Yanchen was driven crazy by her.

Mo West dye eye color light, smile.

The cold war is just beginning. Don't worry.

This is another game.

In the past, moxiran had no experience of victory.

It's always a fiasco.

But that's because she doesn't want to win.

As long as she is willing, there is nothing she can't do.

This time, Mo Xi ran was determined. If he didn't teach Zhou Yanchen a lesson, he didn't know how to restrain himself.

Indifference is right.

She knew that the cold war was more devastating than any verbal stimulus.

"Mo Xi Yu." Zhou Yanchen gritted his teeth and read her name again and again.

He's not that grouchy.

But instead of her, all his previous principles, insistence and adherence were overthrown and disintegrated.

I know from Zhou Xian that she was here.

He clearly felt his panic.

On the phone, he knew her temper and her dissatisfaction.

But he didn't expect that she would come in person.

Also, she has such a temper, nothing can be done.

So he panicked and called her, trying to explain something, although he didn't think about it at the moment of calling.

But he thought it would be natural to hear her voice.

It's just that he underestimated this little woman, and also underestimated the horror of a little woman's anger.

"What do you want, Mo Xiyu?"

Staring into her eyes, he wrote every word.

At that moment, there was an impulse.

As long as she says, as long as he can do it.

Even if she wants him never to see Wei Qing or even Jiang Xiaohan again, he may agree.

"I want you to stay away from me."

Mo Xi ran sneers and hisses.

Zhou Yanchen's Phoenix eyes shrank.

I don't know what the flash in my heart is.

Disappointed?

Maybe.

Hook your lips. He's pulling back.

It's a shame, isn't it.

He didn't deal with her for a long time, so she became arrogant.

That night, two people covered with a quilt, pillow two pillows, a good experience of what is called, a strange dream.

Behave, side by side.

Looking at the ceiling, they were all in a trance.

Mo Xi ran pinches the corner tightly and suddenly turns his back to him.

Wet eyes, she sniffed, raised her hand to wipe.

Not one hand is wet.

She knew she wasn't crying.

Close your eyes and force yourself to sleep.

Half asleep and half awake, there is something on her waist.

Mo Xi ran narrowed his eyes and hid for a while.

With his arms empty, Zhou Yanchen opened his Phoenix eyes in the dark.

Coagulation stubborn back, he cold pursed straight corners of the mouth.

Turn over, back to her.

At the end of that night, the two finally ran away from each other.

The first cold war, in its sense, began.