Quickly wear white moonlight, she took the villain script

Chapter 580 Doesn't Look Like a Good Guy 40 (End)

Ying Lian, already 27 years old: "..."

have been offended.

Mo Qin had to admire He Jian. If he said anything else, Ying Lian might think it was nothing, but this... is not a good thing to say.

She would like to be called a little expert in stepping on thunder!

He Jian is only 19 years old, eight years younger than Yinglian, ten years rounded up.

He Jian and Mo Qin are only three years apart...

An inexplicable sense of crisis welled up in my heart.

As a person who is engaged in medical related industries, Yinglian has no way to refute this sentence, so he can only choose to attack personally.

Ying Lian glanced at He Jian's small body, and said with disgust:
"Little kid with no hair yet!"

He Jian leaned against the elevator wall and hummed, "Have you seen mine? Even a child with half-haired hair is better than an embroidered pillow!"

As soon as the elevator stopped, Mo Qin hurried out.

Stay away from bickering among elementary school students!
As soon as Mo Qin opened the door, Ying Lian chased after him, and he held the doorknob to prevent Mo Qin from closing the door.

"what are you doing?"

"Go home."

I don't know what Yinglian told He Jian. He Jian didn't get off the elevator, so he probably left.

"Aren't you going to eat at my place?"

How could Ying Lian not know what Mo Qin was thinking, how could he let Mo Qin run home.

Mo Qin moved and refused, "Call me when you're done!"

What's wrong with her going home to enjoy some private time?
Ying Lian didn't persuade him any more, but squeezed in directly, the door was closed behind him, and he grabbed Mo Qin into his arms.

"You also think it's better to be younger?"

Mo Qin: "How come!"

Who doesn't like young ones!
"Am I that superficial?"

Ying Lian couldn't tell if Mo Qin was trying to play him off, but he still felt that he should prove himself.

Mo Qin patted Yinglian's shoulder to show comfort, "You don't have to force yourself."

She has long since left that lowly pleasure.

Ying Lian: "?"

Ying Lian tried his best to keep smiling, he picked him up and walked into the room.

Mo Qin leaned on his shoulder, and tapped the button that should be attached to the collar:

"what are you doing?"

Ying Lian put the man on the bed, clasped Mo Qin's soft waist with one hand, leaned over and pressed her, and her lips fell on Mo Qin's lips as if separated.

"Prove myself. I want to try, can I?"

Mo Qin blinked, his suspicious eyes fell on Ying Lian, after thinking for two seconds, he still put his arms around Ying Lian's neck.

The curtains in the room were closed, the light in the room suddenly dimmed, and the temperature in the air continued to rise.

The setting sun splashed on the sea of ​​clouds, and the ground was full of rays. I don't know whether it is the light that dyes the clouds, or the clouds carry the light.

……

When Mo Qin woke up again, it was already dark.

Ying Lian came in from the outside, and he leaned over to Mo Qin's ear, calling her to get up.

The air conditioner was on in the room, and it was very warm. Mo Qin got up from the bed, and the quilt on her body slid down her shoulders due to her movements.

Ying Lian took the clothes that had just been dug out from the closet, and before he could help, Mo Qin snatched them away.

Mo Qin ordered him to evict, "Why don't you go out?"

Ying Lian knelt and knelt beside the bed, his gaze fell on Mo Qin without blinking.

The light from the living room came in from the door, and the scene inside the house was not very real, but he had already memorized what he should see and what not to see.

"I'm afraid you don't have the strength, so I want to help you."

Mo Qin didn't buy it, he didn't want to help, he obviously wanted to take advantage!

"I can hit you ten!"

Ying Lian chuckled, immediately hugged Renlian's quilt into his arms, buried his head on Mo Qin's neck and shoulders, and rubbed his shoulders.

"Okay, let's continue after dinner."

Mo Qin: "??"

continue……

She was talking about fighting, what was he talking about? !

Mo Qin began to wonder whether Ying Lian's former abstinence appearance was a fake.

Are psychological barriers so easy to overcome?

In the end, it was Mo Qin who refused Ying Lian's service and dressed himself.

It was only when there was light that Mo Qin could see what Ying Lian had unbuttoned under the collar. He might need to wear a turtleneck sweater to go to work tomorrow.

Ying Lian had probably looked himself in the mirror a long time ago, and when he saw Mo Qin looking at him, he didn't feel embarrassed at all, instead he started to seek fame for himself.

"You touched me, should I be responsible for me?"

Mo Qin looked away, and threw out the scum girl's quotations:
"You delivered it yourself!"

Don't be in vain!
Ying Lian squinted his eyes with a fierce look, "Irresponsible scoundrels will be punished."

Mo Qin had an indifferent face: "Oh."

"..."
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In the early summer of the second year, Feng Qiang received a wedding invitation from Ying Lian.

Feng Qiang opened the invitation card and looked at it. The photo is very nice, but how long have they been together, and are they planning to enter the grave of marriage so soon? ?

He doesn't quite agree.

"Have you really decided? When it comes to dating, you still need to talk a few more times before you know which one is really suitable for you. What if you meet someone better in the future and regret it?"

The two have not been colleagues for a long time, but as far as he knows, Yinglian's love life is a blank slate.

Ying Lian is so good-looking, what if she is cheated by a scumbag for money and sex?
Ying Lian gave Feng Qiang a blank look, "Do you think everyone is the same as you?"

Always the next one is better.

Thinking of something, Ying Lianyu said earnestly, "You are already 31 this year, pay more attention to body maintenance."

Indulging in lust and hurting the body, maybe one day it will die.

Feng Qiang: "..."

Naturally, Yang Wanyan also received the invitation. As a mother, she was actually notified.

Yang Wanyan looked at the invitation in her hand in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.

Her Qinqin is a well-behaved and filial child, and she will never do such a thing that cuts first and plays later.

Such an important matter as marriage, he didn't discuss it with her at all.

But touching Mo Qin's gaze as if looking at a stranger, Yang Wanyan couldn't hold back a word of accusation in her heart.

It was not until last winter that Yi Shuqian was sentenced to death that her dream ended.

The dream is over, but she can't tell the difference between reality and dream.

Yang Wanyan clutched the invitation card in her hand, her trembling voice seemed to be as low as the dust.

"Are you my daughter?"

Mo Qin has no kindness to save a sad mother, her tone is neither sad nor happy:
"Don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

"..."

Yang Wanyan lost her last strength, she thought that family affection is the most unbreakable thing in this world, and family members will always be her backing.

But now she has lost the person closest to her biologically.

Is she wrong?

maybe.

At least she doesn't even have the courage to question Mo Qin now.

In order to help Wei Yuhe see a doctor, Yang Wanyan almost emptied all her savings, leaving only one house in her hands.

After Yang Wanyan refused to continue to provide Yang Wanxia with financial support, the two soon fell out.

Yang Wanxia even came up with the idea of ​​Yang Wanyan's house.

Yang Wanyan was so disturbed that she almost didn't keep her house. In the end, Yang Wanxia voluntarily gave up. As for the reason, Yang Wanyan didn't know, but she couldn't help but think of Mo Qin's overly cold face.

Is her daughter still alive...

(End of this chapter)