Young Master Mo has a long way to pursue his wife

Chapter 122 Yan Xinxin, are you afraid of me?

Yan Xinxin held her resume and her sketches and walked straight to the elevator.

She really never thought that her own sister would be such a shameless and despicable person!

Not only did she take her drawings as her own, but she even said that she, Yan Zhirou, had been helping her to make the drawings all along.

"Angel smile?"

Yanxin smiled bitterly.

How could her little angel be able to smile when she left on the day she was born?

Yan Zhirou didn't even know the meaning of the picture she made in the first place, and even changed the title of the work into an angel's smile.

It's really ridiculous and hateful!

"Are you going?"

Hearing Xiao Yize's voice, Yan Xinxin suddenly came back to his senses.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice that Xiao Yize followed her out.

"Ah."

Yan Xinxin nodded.

"So you are also in this department, are you the supervisor?"

"That's it."

Xiao Yize gave an answer that sounded ambiguous, and looked at Yan Xinxin with mild and gentle eyes.

"Are you still studying? After graduating from high school, did something happen to you?"

Hearing this, Yan Xin was stunned for a moment, and the elevator door just happened to open in response.

"Thank you for your concern, I'll go first."

Xiao Yize didn't have time to say anything else, Yan Xinxin turned around and entered the elevator.

He raised his star-grey slender eyes and watched as the elevator door gradually separated two spaces.

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After Yan Xinxin returned to the apartment, the first thing she did was to pack her luggage.

The midday sun was very warm, Yan Xinxin stood on the roof, looking at the hydrangea in front of her with blurred eyes, her heart sank slightly.

The slender fingers slowly touched the soft lips, and the images of Mo Chuxi kissing him several times appeared in his mind.

But soon, the scene turned back to the scene that happened last night.

Yan Xinxin trembled suddenly and regained consciousness, her face turned pale for a while, and her expression became even more serious...

Time does not allow her to be distracted for too long, so Yan Xinxin packed her luggage and went to work part-time at Sweet Time Dessert Shop.

However, she couldn't concentrate at all, thinking of what Yan Zhirou had done, she really wanted to hang her up and beat her up.

She said how could Xinxin have such a younger sister!
"Xinxin, you ordered the wrong order again. What's the matter with you today? If you feel uncomfortable, go back early!"

Seeing Yan Xin's absent-minded look, colleague Xiao Qin suggested.

"Sorry, I'm really in a bad mood today."

"Then go back, anyway, there are no guests today."

"it is good."

Yan Xinxin didn't refuse, her current state was indeed very bad.

It was still early, and the setting sun shrouded in the afternoon.

Yan Xin returned to the apartment listlessly, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw a person sitting on the sofa.

Mo Chuxi was like an exquisite sculpture, sitting quietly by the window.

How could he come back so early?

Yan Xin couldn't figure it out, but what happened last night came back to her mind.

Mo Chuxi got drunk and was so violent that she tore her clothes. She still had lingering fears when she thought of the evil Satan-like eyes at that time.

She really didn't have the courage to approach him now.

Yan Xinxin lowered her head, treated herself as air, and turned back directly to her room.

Mo Chuxi slowly raised her deep eyes, with an unpredictable light in them.

"Want to go?"

Yan Xinxin had just entered the room when Mo Chuxi's cold voice suddenly came from behind.

She turned around in shock and looked back, seeing the man's cold handsome face, she stepped back.

Mo Chuxi stepped in, Yan Xinxin continued to retreat until she was forced to retreat to the desk, with nowhere to go.

Yan Xin raised her star eyes in a panic, and before she could say anything, Mo Chuxi pinched her chin.

"Yan Xinxin, are you afraid of me? Huh?"

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　　PS: Say a good evening weakly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)