The Female Lead She Really Is Not Sweet

Seeing that Mo Xingling didn't accept the bank note, Chacha gave him a puzzled look.

"You think it's too little?"

Even if you are a prince, this errand fee is enough!

She frowned, and there was a bit of bewilderment in her beautiful eyes.

She just felt that the letter yesterday was sent by Mo Xingling, so today's letter should be sent by Mo Xingling.

Since, he is not happy, then forget it.

Anyway, he is not the only one who can deliver the letter.

As long as the letter is in Ning Xiang's hands, she is not a perfectionist.

Occasionally, there is a small problem, and it doesn't matter.

She stretched out her hand and said coldly, "Then you return the letter to me, and I'll let someone else deliver it!"

Hearing this, Mo Xingling subconsciously hid the hand holding the envelope behind him.

Chacha, "..."

So angry!

Don't send her a letter, and don't plan to return the letter to her?

She put all the medicine she asked for from Mo Xinghuan in the letter, and there was no extra medicine...

There was a moment of silence among the people.

Chacha, "!!!" Hold back, you can't fight Mo Xingling here!

With a puffed face, she turned and threw herself into Mo Xinghuan's arms, looked at him with an aggrieved face, and tugged at the corner of his clothes with her small hands.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Mo Xinghuan was itchy to see her wet eyes.

He stretched out his hand, pinched her bulging face, and said softly, "Be good, don't be angry."

Chacha nodded: Don't be angry, you get the letter back for me!

In the morning, she discussed with Mo Xinghuan for a long time and said a lot of good things before he agreed to let her hand over the letter to Mo Xingling and say a few words to Mo Xingling.

In the end, Mo Xingling actually wanted to steal her letter by stealing her letter?

Mo Xinghuan has a bad temper, and only when he meets Chacha, his expression will be extraordinarily gentle.

Now, the little one is not happy.

Of course he wanted to make her happy.

Especially, Mo Xingling was right in front of his eyes.

He freed one hand to cover Chacha's head, and pressed her into his arms, preventing her from seeing his face.

next second.

His face was very gloomy, and his eyes were full of violent storms, "Xin."

Mo Xingling was taken aback, but it was rare to see Mo Xinghuan like this, his aura was terrifying.

He unwillingly glanced at the little girl nestled in Mo Xinghuan's arms.

Gritting his teeth, his expression tensed, "I have no other intentions. Since this letter is in my hands, I will naturally hand it over to Ning Xiang. As for the bank note, I don't think it's too small, but I think it's too outsider. That's all. That's all."

Hearing this, Chacha struggled to refute.

nonsense!

If he really thought so, why was he talking so much nonsense just now? And that reluctance, why didn't you make it clear at the time?

He is afraid of Mo Xinghuan now! Deliberately said scene words.

He felt that the little baby in his arms was restless.

With a little more strength in his big hand, he took advantage of the situation and rubbed her little head again, the comforting meaning was particularly obvious.

Chacha, "..." OK, let me save face.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, I'll trouble Brother Sanhuang to work hard. Of course, the bank note is just a small gesture of gratitude."

The word "heart" was bitten extremely hard.

The meaning of irony is self-evident.

Even sending a letter must be calculated clearly.

It's like telling Mo Xingling brightly, don't try to get close to Chachatao, she really doesn't know you well...

Mo Xingling's already irritable mood became more and more gloomy.

Even the most basic emotions on the face can't be maintained.

How did you come to this point?

He raised his hand to take the bank note, and looked at the two people who were still close. His heart was pierced with pain. In the end, he seemed to be unable to bear it anymore.

Turn around and leave without looking back.

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