"What are you going to do?"

Ling Ruifeng refused subconsciously, fearing that she would cause trouble at Mo Jingchuan's banquet.

But seeing Ling Ruiya looking at him with tears in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel pity, "You can go, but what about the wound on your face? And Su Zi will most likely go, then..."

He shuddered at the thought of the two beauties meeting.

When she was young, Yaya was often made to cry by Su Yiren. She didn't have the courage to complain, and she didn't know how much grievance she had suffered secretly.

Now they are all adults, and Yaya is still being beaten by Su Yiren. How can he, as a brother, stand it?

The only way is to stay away from Su Yiren.

"I promise not to conflict with her, and the injury can be covered up with makeup."

Ling Ruya raised her right hand very seriously. Her well-behaved and sensible look made Ling Ruifeng smile slightly, but he was still a little worried, "This is not a joke. If Jingchuan doesn't protect you, you will become a joke in everyone's eyes."

"Brother, he and I are divorced, how can he protect me?"

Ling Ruya said that she knew everything and repeatedly assured him that she would not cause trouble for him. Ling Ruifeng nodded in agreement, "Okay, then you pack up and I'll take you there."

"Thank you, brother, I knew you were the best!"

Ling Ruya smiled sweetly, her eyes as clear as a girl who was ignorant of the world. Ling Ruifeng smiled and shook his head, and in an instant he seemed to have returned to ten years ago.

At that time, everyone's smiles were very innocent, and they all talked about their ideals in life and a bright future.

When did everything change?

When Su Yiren was about to reach Mo's house, she received a call from Mo Jingchuan, "Yiren, are you really not coming?"

"Well, I'm not going."

Su Yiren lowered her eyes and looked at the hot-stamped invitation in her hand with a faint expression. Su Zi would definitely not attend his banquet, but Xia Qi must go.

"You are a heartless little thing."

Mo Jingchuan muttered with some resentment, "Master treats you well on weekdays, but now I invite you to the banquet, but you refuse. It really makes me angry."

But he couldn't bear to be mean to her, so he could only sulk by himself.

"What does it have to do with me?"

When Su Yiren heard him say those ambiguous words, she would think of what Ling Ruya said. Ling Ruya even knew the red mole on his thigh. How many times had they rolled in bed together?

What, you want to pretend that nothing happened and talk to her about life and ideals?

Sorry, she has a mysophobia.

"What's wrong with you?"

Mo Jingchuan was inexplicably frightened by the scolding, "Did someone provoke you?"

Why did the anger reach him?

"No."

Su Yiren said coldly, "Is there anything else? If not, I'll hang up."

"No," Mo Jingchuan said sullenly. Before he could think of a way to ask what happened, Su Yiren had already cut off the call cleanly. She was not willing to wait for him for even half a second.

Mo Jingchuan frowned.

The servants who were serving beside him saw his face change from sunny to cloudy, and soon it was overcast again.

They all lowered their heads and tried to reduce their presence. The three brothers of the Mo family were most afraid of this prince.

"Go down."

A cold and majestic voice sounded above their heads, and the servants hurriedly and orderly left the bedroom as if they had been pardoned.

Mo Jingchuan leaned against the window and looked at the courtyard downstairs, which was decorated with lights and laughter. His eyes gradually became cold, and then icy. Those who should have come did not come, but those who should not have come all came.

What's the point?

The colorful clouds in the sky dissipated, and the dusk gradually darkened.

Countless night lights have been lit in the huge green courtyard, making the world as bright as day. A night banquet is set up on the green lawn on one side. The guests who are eating are all smiling, with a hint of pride.

This is a banquet hosted by the Mo family.

How can you get into the Mo family without some appearance?

Mo Jingchuan, who was upstairs, watched indifferently, and only retracted his gaze when he heard the knock on the door, but at that moment, he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a familiar face.

Su Zi didn't come, but Xia Qi did!

But when he glanced at the man next to her, his eyes became fierce again. Who was that person?

"Jingchuan?"

Someone outside the door called him, but after knocking twice, he opened the door himself, revealing a large group of smiling and welcoming people outside the door, including his younger brother, sister-in-law, father, and stepmother, as well as some Mo family elders.

The stepmother who knocked at the door had a smile on her face, "Everyone who should come has come, we are just waiting for you, come downstairs?"

"Yes."

His face was indifferent.

Those who should come have indeed come, what does the rest have to do with him?

The stepmother did not dare to have any opinions, and signaled the servant to push the wheelchair quickly. She has always been unsure of Mo Jingchuan's pulse, and she tried not to provoke him when she could.

Otherwise, in the end, no one will protect him, and she will be the one who is embarrassed.

The Mo family protected Mo Jingchuan downstairs, and the guests who were waiting in the living room suddenly lit up their eyes, and greeted him enthusiastically at the elevator door, with compliments prepared on their mouths.

As long as you can get in touch with the Mo family, why worry about not being able to rise to prominence?

At the entrance, Su Yiren and Wu Yue stood at the door, took a look, and then walked away expressionlessly.

The people were still the same, and the objects were the same.

The only thing that changed was that she hated seeing those hypocritical people even more.

Wu Yue followed her closely, and when he saw that she suddenly got angry, he couldn't help but touch his nose.

It seems that he didn't offend the big sister, right?