Ouyang Mo'er strongly resisted the series of rude words that he wanted to burst out in his heart. He said: "it's OK. I'm planning to change. Thanks to your help, otherwise I can't make up my mind."

Ling Xiameng, the daughter of Huangfu Qianyu, has an angel's face but an ugly heart.

"Cousin, you really found a good woman." Ling Xiameng's words are more or less ironic. I just don't know if Huangfu Shaoqing has heard them.

Anyway, Ouyang Mo son is to understand come over, so, to her, but the moment of revenge.

"Pay attention next time." Huangfu Shaoqing didn't feel too close to his cousin, and his words were quite alienated.

"My cousin taught me that I will be careful next time." Ling Xiameng deliberately pulls the ending long. Presumably, she doesn't have much respect for Huangfu Shaoqing.

Ouyang Mo'er tilts her lips and keeps the most appropriate smile. She can't say anything else, but it's hard for her to pretend to force such technical work.

"Go back to your room and change first!" Huangfu Shaoqing frowned at her skirt.

"Good." Ouyang Mo'er readily agrees, because she intends to leave. Now that she has such a good chance, how can she easily miss it.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Huangfu Shaoqing said thoughtfully. I don't know how much he thought of Ouyang Mo'er?

"No, you can play with them." Miss Ben won't accompany you.

Huangfu Shaoqing didn't say anything, but he took her to the stairs, which made Ouyang Mo'er almost believe that he was such a gentleman in his heart.

"What's the matter, Mo'er?" When she was about to step on the stairs, Jane Bingya suddenly came over.

"The skirt was accidentally stained with red wine. I'll go up and clean it up." Ouyang Mo'er really likes Jane Bingya, so her smile looks very bright and moving.

"Shall I ask Gina to help you?" Jane Bingya said, looking up everywhere.

Ouyang Mo'er quickly waved: "no, I can do it myself."

He was so eager that he could not help looking at her more. His cold face made him even more cruel.

"That's fine. Come down when you're done, OK? You haven't eaten anything yet. " Jane Bingya's tone, with heartache, the whole evening, although said not to sit with them, but always pay attention to Ouyang Mo'er, to her, is really like it! That's why I have to worry so much.

"Well!" Ouyang Mo'er responds with a nasal voice, inexplicably guilty.

"Shaoqing, why don't you go up with Mo'er?" Jane Bingya is always worried that Ouyang Mo'er will not be used to this family.

All along, she was worried that her son would find a foreign daughter-in-law who was difficult to communicate with her. But when she saw that he had brought Ouyang Mo'er back, her whole heart was relieved.

"Cough! That's not really necessary. " Before Ouyang Mo'er finished speaking, he hurried upstairs, as if something strange was chasing her.

"What's the matter with her?" Jane Bingya looked at her son in doubt, and then at Ouyang Mo'er who disappeared at the corner of the stairs.

Huangfu Shaoqing hooked his lips: "I should be shy."

If she saw it herself, she would have to sigh about his superb acting skills.