If Yang Jiaxin knew that Xiao Ye had leaked her secret, how would she treat him?
The most important thing is, how should I get along with Xiao Ye in the future?
If Xiao Ye knew that I had taken advantage of him, then we might not even be friends anymore, right?
Oh my, what should I do?!
Fangfang was usually used to doing things according to Mo Yan's instructions and rarely thought about such complicated problems independently. For a moment, she felt like her head was stuffed with a bunch of tangled fuses.
Each end was sizzling.
When I tried to put out the fire at one end, the other end had already started burning. By the time I put out the other end, this end was about to explode.
In the end, I could only give up helplessly and watch the tangled fuses burn to the end, and then with a bang,
My brain exploded!
Under the dim street lights, a plump and lovely girl squatted on the ground, holding her head, whimpering and howling like a ghost.
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"Is Fangfang that girl going to get into trouble again?"
At this time, in Mo Yan's bedroom.
The mature and plump woman took off her clothes while touching her left eyelid which suddenly twitched violently, and talked to herself.
Knock knock.
There was a cautious knock on the bedroom door, followed by an expectant urging voice.
"Sister Mo, are you ready to change? I'm going back soon."
"Then you can leave now."
Hearing this guy's voice, Mo Yan's mouth twitched. She glanced at the "short" mature nightgown on the bed and said coldly to the outside of the door in a bad mood.
"I, I can stay for another half an hour."
The voice replied dully.
"No, work is more important. Planner Zhang, please don't waste your precious time accompanying an old woman like me."
Mo Yan's voice became colder.
There was actually a reason why she was so angry.
The two of them had not seen each other for sixteen days, but Mo Yan was different from Lin Yao. Lin Yao would directly say "I miss you" to Fang Xiaole, but Mo Yan was always unable to say such words.
I can only vent my anger or scold this idiot on WeChat and phone calls, and then listen to his anxious apology.
This way of getting along seems to have become a process between the two people.
Mo Yan was always the active one, and that idiot was always passive, which made Mo Yan feel like something was missing.
In fact, she doesn't want to be queen!
She also wants to be a gentle and well-behaved little woman who can snuggle in her boyfriend's strong arms.
So, when the two of them had dinner together at Mo Yan's house, Zhang Zhiqin cautiously offered to help Mo Yan check if the two sets of clothes fit her.
Mo Yan's heart softened and he actually agreed.
Zhang Zhiqin's eyes suddenly lit up. She originally wanted to let Sister Mo try the "super short" JK one, but in the end, she gave in to her survival instinct and chose the slightly more normal black lace nightgown.
At this moment, he was standing at the bedroom door with great anticipation, waiting for the exciting scene.
"Sister Mo, are you okay..."
After waiting for a few more minutes, Zhang Zhiqin looked at the time and couldn't help but urge again.
But this time, before he could finish his words, the bedroom door opened.
Zhang Zhiqin immediately closed her mouth and held her breath.
"Wow... eh?"
However, the next second his expression changed from excitement and anticipation to astonishment.
"Sister Mo, what are you wearing?"
Mo Yan was not wearing the nightgown, but a loose home dress.
She wore a long-sleeved top and long pants, covering her entire body so completely that even her figure was barely visible.
Zhang Zhiqin stood there with her mouth wide open.
"Disappointed?"
Mo Yan glared at him and walked over to the sofa and sat down.
With her lips pouting and her cheeks bitten, the 33-year-old woman looked like a pouty little schoolgirl.
She turned her head to look at Zhang Zhiqin who was still standing there stupidly, and couldn't help but stare at him.
"come over!"
"oh oh."
Zhang Zhiqin quickly trotted over and sat down.
"Why so far away?"
Mo Yan glared at him again.
"oh oh."
Zhang Zhiqin hurried over and sat down next to Mo Yan.
"Your hand is like this?"
Mo Yan glanced at the pair of hands that were clasped together politely with dissatisfaction.
"Then how do we put it?"
Zhang Zhiqin was confused and didn't know where to put her hands.
Mo Yan couldn't help but rolled his eyes and asked angrily:
"How long has it been since we last met?"
Zhang Zhiqin immediately replied: "Sixteen days!"
Mo Yan said nothing and looked at him coldly.
This guy is finally no longer the straight and virgin chicken he used to be. He blinked hard, calculated rapidly in his mind, and quickly added:
"To be exact, we haven't seen each other for 388 hours, hehe."
This time, Mo Yan's expression finally relaxed a little, and he continued to ask:
"Do you miss me then?"
Zhang Zhiqin nodded repeatedly: "Of course I do, every day, oh no, every hour and every minute!"
Mo Yan's expression was no longer cold. She stared at her boyfriend with her eyes and said softly:
"If you miss me so much, why do you only think about that kind of thing when you see me?
Is it because I am so much older than you that in your eyes I am just a...
A woman who only falls in love for that kind of thing?"
"Sister Mo..."
It was the first time that Zhang Zhiqin saw Mo Yan look so weak in front of her, and she was stunned for a moment.
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