After I went through the book, I criticized the villain but he insisted on pampering me

Su Xueer smiled sweetly, reached out and gently patted Han Moqian's shoulder, her fingers seemed to stay on his shoulder for a moment longer: "Brother Han, why are you being so polite to me."

Her movements seemed casual, but they were intentional and intimate.

But out of the corner of his eye he was always keeping an eye on Chi Rui's reaction.

Seeing his face suddenly darken, I couldn't help but feel a sense of revenge.

Chi Rui's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes shot towards Amelia Su and Han Moqian like sharp swords.

He clenched his teeth and gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly with both hands, his joints turning white from the force.

At that moment, he seemed to be hit by an invisible force, and the anger in his heart rolled like surging waves.

However, he did not lose his temper. His gloomy face and tightly pursed lips revealed his inner anger and forbearance.

He also noticed that some of Su Xueer's actions and words were deliberate.

But he didn't understand why she did this.

Su Xueer seemed to feel Chi Rui's gaze. Not only did she not restrain herself, but she said to Han Moqian even more presumptuously: "Brother Han, look at your clothes, they have turned white from washing. Tomorrow I will go get some material and make you a new dress."

Her voice became more and more gentle, with a hint of coquettishness, and her body moved closer to Han Moqian, as if Han Moqian was the person closest to her.

Han Moqian looked at Chi Rui with some embarrassment, then looked at Su Xueer, and said hesitantly: "This dress can still be worn after washing."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and he was complaining in his heart.

He knew Chi Rui's temper, and he also understood that Su Xueer's behavior at this moment was a deliberate provocation, but he was caught in the middle and was in a dilemma.

"Why should we be so frugal? We are not short of money now. Do you think the clothes I made are not good enough?" Su Xueer pouted in anger, but there was a sly look in her eyes.

She raised her head slightly and looked at Han Moqian, as if waiting for his answer.

Chi Rui's chest heaved violently, as if a wild beast was roaring in his heart.

He stared at Su Xueer closely but said nothing.

Qian Yu yelled, "Why don't you make a few sets of clothes for my master? His clothes have turned white from washing. It takes a long time to make new clothes..."

Su Xueer interrupted Qianyu and continued to say to Han Moqian: "Brother Han, what color material do you like?" Her voice rose a few degrees, sounding more anxious.

Chi Rui's eyes became colder and the anger in his heart burned more and more fiercely.

His fingers dug into the armrests of the wheelchair, trying to control his emotions.

But he still didn't explode, just looked at them coldly, and that look seemed to be able to frostbite people.

The atmosphere in the yard became extremely solemn, as if a storm was about to come.

The air around seemed to freeze, with only Amelia Su's voice echoing in the air.

Han Moqian stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to move forward or backward.

But Su Xueer seemed to not care at all and was still immersed in her performance.

At this time, a breeze blew and ruffled Su Xueer's hair, but she was unaware of it and still stayed close to Han Moqian, waiting for his response.

Chi Rui's gaze never left them, and the coldness in his eyes became increasingly intense.

At this stalemate, Han Moqian finally couldn't help it. His face flushed and he said loudly: "I have enough clothes. Please make a few clothes for your husband."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away hurriedly, as if something terrible was chasing him.