Chapter 167 No One Will Laugh at You

Especially the last sentence.

Even Qiao Ruhai, who has seen all kinds of scenes and lived for most of his life, was trembling in his heart.

He could not control his fear.

He knew it very well.

This young-looking man was definitely not just talking.

He could say it and do it.

Qiao Anxin was jealous of him defending Qiao Mianmian.

She had been trying hard to show her presence.

But the man didn't even look at her.

Wasn't she pretending to be pitiful enough?

She had used this trick since she was a child, and it always worked well in front of men.

Didn't Su Ze do the same thing, step by step, and fell into her trap.

Men like weak and pitiful women. Such women will make them feel pity and protect them.

This is what she has learned from her experience over the years, and she has never made any mistakes.

Why doesn't it work with this man?

Qiao Anxin's heart is full of jealousy and unwillingness, and her desire to compete becomes stronger.

She gritted her teeth and told herself secretly in her heart that she was determined to have this man!

She would never lose to Qiao Mianmian!

As long as Qiao Anxin wanted something, she would get it.

"Baby, let's go." After threatening, Mo Yesi took Qiao Mianmian in his arms and turned around. The two of them left in a mighty manner, surrounded by a group of bodyguards.

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Leaving the Qiao family.

A black Rolls-Royce was parked outside.

Uncle Li had been waiting outside the car. When he saw Mo Yesi and Qiao Mianmian coming out, he immediately stepped forward to greet them: "Master, Madam."

When he looked up, he saw the fingerprints on Qiao Mianmian's cheek that had not yet faded. Uncle Li was stunned and said in surprise: "Madam, your face..."

"It's okay."

Qiao Mianmian pulled the corner of her lip, which affected the wound on her face, and she sneered in pain.

Mo Yesi immediately frowned and held her face to look at it: "Does it hurt?"

There was a trace of heartache in his eyes.

The heartache and concern in the man's eyes made Qiao Mianmian's nose and eyes sore.

She had suffered so much injustice just now, but she didn't shed tears.

But at this moment, she couldn't help it.

The moisture in her eyes gathered in the corners of her eyes uncontrollably and was about to slide out of her eye sockets.

She reached out to push him away and turned her back, not wanting him to see her crying.

"I, I'm fine." The sobbing sound revealed her emotions.

Hearing that she was crying, Mo Yesi frowned even more tightly.

The man hugged her from behind: "Did you cry?"

"No, no..."

"Then turn around, let me see."

"I really didn't cry." It was still a sobbing sound, and the person who said he didn't cry cried so hard that his shoulders twitched.

Mo Yesi felt distressed and amused.

Regardless of her struggle, he forcefully pulled her towards him.

Seeing the girl's eyes that were already red and swollen from crying, the heartache in his eyes increased by two points.

He gently pressed her shoulders, frowned and looked at her for a while, and after a moment, he sighed softly: "Cry, cry if you want to. Cry just this once, and don't shed tears for unworthy people in the future."

After saying that, he reached out and gently embraced her in his arms.

Slender and clean fingers gently brushed away the hair on her face that was stuck by tears, held up her crying little face, lowered his head and gently kissed her wet cheek: "Baby, don't hold back if you are sad. Cry if you want to, no one will laugh at you."