C14 She must Have Seen the Fake Mo Zhan

Han Xiaoxiao sighed in her heart. Even when he was drunk to the point of losing consciousness, he still had a way to catch a trace of calmness.

She didn't know if it was against her will or not, but she naturally said, "I'm your wife."

"Wife?" Mo Zhan asked with a doubtful tone as he stared at her for a while. Suddenly, a light flashed across his eyes as if he caught hold of something. He asked with uncertainty, "Han Xiaoxiao?"

She nodded and reached out to help him. "I'll help you back to your room."

Just as her hand touched Mo Zhan's arm, Mo Zhan roared: "Go away! Don't worry about me! " A wave of her hand knocked her to the ground.

"Hiss!" She was lying on the ground, and there was a sharp pain coming from her right hand. She frowned and raised her hand to take a look. There was a hole of blood on her palm, and it was emitting a bright red color.

She glanced at the broken flower pot on the ground. She had been scratched.

He threw his injured hand away in frustration and stood up from the ground with a "whoosh". He shouted to Mo Zhan, who was leaning against the railing with his eyes closed, "What the hell is wrong with you!?" Drink too much and go lie down! What are you doing here! "

Mo Zhan turned a deaf ear to her shouts. He only let out some incoherent words and repeated them over and over again.

She sounded like a name: Mo Yu. There were also three vague words, which seemed to be …

I'm sorry.

She frowned in shock as she stared at the drunk man on the ground. He actually still knew how to say the words "I'm sorry"!

An indescribable feeling made it so that she couldn't be unyielding anymore. The fire that was burning vigorously in his heart was gently dancing as it extinguished bit by bit.

She sighed and walked to Mo Zhan's side. She squatted down and looked at his pale face and said gently, "Go back to your room. It won't solve the problem even if you stay in this corridor."

The man leaning against the railing did not move.

"Everyone's asleep. Do you want everyone to be unable to work properly tomorrow because of you alone?"

There was no response.

"If you torment yourself like this, it will make those who care about you feel uncomfortable."

Mo Zhan finally moved. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Han Xiaoxiao with an unclear gaze. The brutality from before was gone.

She even seemed to see something soft in his eyes.

Seeing that he was no longer hostile to her, she extended her hand to him again.

This time, Mo Zhan didn't reject her. He just allowed her to crave for his arm and shakily stand up from the ground. Then, he let her put his hand on her shoulder and support his waist.

He put most of his weight on top of her and followed her step by step into the room.

Han Xiaoxiao supported Mo Zhan, who was a head taller than her, to the bed with difficulty. A thin layer of sweat covered her forehead.

Mo Zhan let go of her and fell onto the bed, sinking into the ink-colored bed sheets. He closed his eyes and remained motionless, with one leg still outside the bed. Like a dead body.

She hadn't seen Mo Zhan like this since she met him.

He was a changeable man, dark, cold, cunning as a fox, even a little perverted, but by no means lifeless.

The unusual Mo Zhan on the bed made Han Xiaoxiao slightly frown. She was surprised that she felt such heartache.

She could not bear to leave this drunk person here like this.

After a moment's hesitation, she bent down and helped him out of his shoes and socks. She lifted his exposed leg onto the bed and pulled the thin, black silk to cover him.

Just as he was about to stand up, Mo Zhan, who had his eyes closed on the bed, grabbed his hand.

She fell into Mo Zhan's embrace in shock, lying on his chest with her waist tightly held by him.

In less than a second, she was so shocked that she was about to struggle out of his body.

Mo Zhan said in a low voice, "Don't go." There was a hint of pleading in the air.

The softness in her heart was hooked, and she did not struggle anymore. She only opened her eyes, and tensed her entire body as she laid on his chest.

"Bang, bang, bang …" Mo Zhan's steady and powerful heartbeat was just beside her ear, while her heart was already in chaos …

At seven in the morning, Han Xiaoxiao turned over in her bed and slowly opened her eyes …

An unfamiliar scene caused her to suddenly wake up. She jumped up from the bed, and the black silk covering her body slipped away in panic.

She stared blankly for a few seconds. Her thoughts from last night had returned.

Ye Zichen patted his forehead in annoyance. He didn't expect her to fall asleep right on Mo Zhan's chest. She slept all night in his bed, and she didn't even have half a dream!

Her alertness really dropped lower and lower, nearing zero!

She remembered that she hadn't even taken off her shoes, so how had she managed to get into bed with the blanket covering her? He didn't want to think any further.

He scanned the room, but didn't find even half a shadow of Mo Zhan. It seemed like he had already gotten up.

He hurriedly got off the bed, put on his slippers and ran out of the room.

He opened the door and was stunned. The spacious corridor outside was clean and clean without a speck of dust. A pot of perfume and lilies were placed where they should be.

If she wasn't in Mo Zhan's room, she would have thought that everything from last night was just a dream of hers.

He stepped out of the room and closed the door gently. Then, he started to walk towards his own room with heavy steps.

She went back to her room, opened the wardrobe door, and was about to change clothes when she saw the neatly stacked white A dress in the wardrobe. Her eyes naturally fell on the bottom layer of the wardrobe, where the silver flat leather shoes that Mo Zhan personally picked for her yesterday were kept.

She should return these things to him, because they didn't belong to her at all.

After tidying herself up and cleaning up the blood stains on her right hand from last night, Han Xiaoxiao carried her neatly folded white dress with the rare and expensive "Punishing Heart" on it and carried her silver round shoes downstairs with her right hand.

In the room downstairs, there was a strong aroma of caffeine. Mo Zhan, dressed in a black shirt and pants, was sitting at a white European style dining table with bone china plates on the table that had not been cleaned up after breakfast.

He looked down at the morning paper in his hand, picked up the glazed white coffee cup on the table with his left hand, took a sip, and put it back in the saucer.

The golden sunlight from the dining room window fell on his quiet, thin, well-defined face, dancing a layer of golden sand on his thick eyelashes like the most serene and beautiful oil paintings.

Han Xiaoxiao stared at him in the morning light, lost in her thoughts. Was what she saw last night really Mo Zhan?

He stood outside the restaurant for a few seconds and took a breath.

Mo Zhan raised his head and looked at her injured right hand.

She lowered her head to look at the items in her hands. They were very expensive and very hot. Not only did they burn her hands, it even made her feel uncomfortable.

He placed the items on the table in front of him. "These, I'll return them to you."

Mo Zhan glanced at it and lowered his head to the newspaper. He called out slowly, "Aunt Liu."

Han Xiaoxiao looked at him blankly. She was completely confused. Why would he call her Aunt Liu when she gave it back to him?

Aunt Liu ran over with a smile. "Young Master, what can I do for you?"

Mo Zhan took another sip of the coffee on the table, stared at the newspaper and lazily said: "Give me a pair of scissors."

"Sigh." Aunt Liu responded. Not long later, she brought over a pair of scissors and handed it to him with a smile. "Young Master, the scissors you wanted."

Mo Zhan didn't accept it. He bowed towards the pile of items on the table that Han Xiaoxiao had put down, "It's all cut." His voice was as cold as ice.

Aunt Liu was stunned. She held the scissors in the air, looked at the pile of items on the table, and then looked at Han Xiaoxiao.

Han Xiaoxiao's face was full of shock. Her mouth was slightly open as she looked at Mo Zhan in disbelief.

All the feelings of self-pity and self-love that had been so tender and gentle flew away, leaving behind only anger.

He glared hatefully at the man in front of him.

He always does something that will startle the jaw out of people. This pile of items was more than her lifetime salary! How many poor people could be saved by fire and water!

Such an expensive item! With a single word, he had cut it! Did he really think that money was all shit?

She must have been delirious last night when she saw a fake Mo Zhan! They were all lies! The moment he woke up, he left and really came back. He was still that cold and perverted dark man!

Mo Zhan waited for a long time without making a sound. He was impatient, so he closed the newspaper in his hand and put it on the table. He then extended his hand to Aunt Liu, who was standing beside him, "Aunt Liu, if you don't make a move, then I'll have to do it."

Aunt Liu looked at Han Xiaoxiao with a complicated expression, then handed the scissors to him with hesitation.

Han Xiaoxiao snapped out of her rage and snatched the thing on the table, hugging it tightly to her chest as she glared at him. "Young Master Mo!" How much money did you burn? A rich man does not know hunger and hunger! How many people are waiting for rice to be cooked, and how much money you are spending here. Can money be used as paper? "

That he burned too much money? She was always amazing.

Mo Zhan put down his hand that was reaching out to Aunt Liu. He crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at her jumping feet with interest. He didn't know why, but he was in a good mood.

She smiled and said, "I do have money, I can spend it however I want, and spend it however I want. I can't bear to see you blind yourself." He paused for a moment, as if savoring the taste. "However, I've really never burned it before. If you want to see, I can let you have a look."

He actually told her to blind him? And burn money for her to see! He acted as if he was rich, as if it was only natural for him to do so! Yet she could not refute him!

Han Xiaoxiao's face turned red from his words, and her hands, which were clutching a bunch of expensive goods, trembled in anger.

Mo Zhan was in an excellent mood after seeing her being defeated.

In order to make his mood better, he slowly continued, "Also, what does it have to do with me that no one else is willing to open the pot? If he doesn't have rice, then it's his fault for not having the ability. He just has to think of a way to earn rice by himself, why are you standing up for them here? I don't have a useless person who's used to giving alms. "

Han Xiaoxiao smiled meaningfully at her. "However, you don't have to worry. You're Mrs. Mo, you won't be in trouble."

Han Xiaoxiao was angered by him to the point that she went to see the King of Hell. How could a rich person look down on a poor person?!

Staring at him, Mo Zhan's eyes were blazing. If looks could kill, Mo Zhan would be a pile of ashes by now.

Aunt Liu saw that she was fine and that her young master didn't need scissors anymore. It was just that this young mistress was very daring and had never dared to go against her young master before.

It would be better for her to hide first. Young Master and Young Mistress were always arguing, and they were always glaring at each other. She could not bear it any longer. He took the scissors and tiptoed away.

Han Xiaoxiao held it in for a while before she finally exploded, "Amazing? You can keep it as money paper and burn it! "