In the car, Ling Mi, who was sitting in the co-pilot, put her index finger on the tip of her nose, frowned in disgust, and coughed, "Can you stop smoking?"

She didn't drive, she walked with Mo Liangyu when she came, this Ling family's convoy had already left first, Puao Town was far away from the city, and the guests were scattered, she had no choice but to go back to his car.

The faint smell of smoke in the air was strong and choking, which made her very unhappy.

She hadn't forgotten what had happened between herself and Mo Liangyu tonight, including slapping him.

She never thought he would be angry with herself, though.

Mo Liangyu's arm was bent on the window, and when he heard Ling Mi's words, he took another puff, squinted at her, and spit the smoke from his mouth into her face very badly, "Brother Yu smoked, why had he never heard you say such a thing?"

His brows were full of ridicule and sarcasm, and he sneered as he witnessed Ling Mi's constant waving of his hand to disperse the smoke, and he was extremely sad.

Ling Mi's heart tightened at his ridicule, "Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

"Yes, I just took the wrong medicine to sit here with you and make you dislike me!" Mo Liangyu squeezed the cigarette butt in his palm.

His peach blossom eyes were filled with anger, ignoring the pain of being burned by cigarette butts, turned to look at Ling Mi, and said sarcastically, "Ling Mi, look at yourself, do you still have the appearance of the daughter of the Ling family?

What the hell are you not thinking about, you are going to frame Yan Shiqi. Don't you think you're ugly right now?"

This should be the first time Ling Mi has heard Mo Liangyu abuse her so bluntly.

That's right, it's invective.

His words were merciless, and directly tore off the disguised pride on her face.

Jealousy makes a man mad, it makes a man ugly, it keeps people dying.

Ling Mi stared at him for a moment, and after taking a deep breath, she turned her head and looked out the window, "I don't know what you're talking about, the festival between Qiao Feibai and Yan Shiqi has nothing to do with me." ”

"Oh, fucking it has nothing to do with you! Do you think I didn't see you and Qiao Feibai talking to each other? What did you tell her to make her look like a jealous and hateful retarded mind, you know it in your own heart!"

Mo Liangyu slowly released his clenched palm as he spoke, half of the cigarette butt had been crushed by him, and the soft flesh of his palm was also scalded with blood by Mars.

Does it hurt? It doesn't hurt, because it doesn't hurt as much as it hurts in my heart.

Hearing this, Ling Mi turned her head to look at him, touched the scalded flesh of his palm, bit her lip, and said angrily, "Give me your hand." ”

As she spoke, she pulled a few tissues from the front hood of the car, and seeing that Mo Liangyu didn't move, she leaned over and took his hand, put it on her knee, and wiped it little by little.

The movement is very gentle.

It was this moment that invisibly diverted Mo Liangyu's thoughts.

Ling Mi wiped his wound for him, and sighed lightly for a long time, "Xiao Yu, I didn't mean to harm Yan Shiqi. Even if I said something to Qiao Feibai, I absolutely didn't instruct me.

I was just very unwilling, so I would talk to her a few words. Maybe it's empathy, that's why Qiao Feibai targeted her like that.

You should know that her boyfriend is Yan Shiqi's ex-boyfriend. You say, in their relationship, even if I don't say anything, will Qiao Feibai really treat it calmly?

I know you're angry with me, but what can I do? I've liked him for so many years, and I'm not willing to give him over to others. ”