Mo Yichen was dressed in black, his Rakshasa face was not concealed, and he exuded a lazy and noble air.
Only the cartoon pattern on the pure white scarf around his neck added a bit of vividness to his silent and cold figure.
The man sat in a wheelchair and entered the inner hall with an indifferent expression.
Coming to Qin Yin's side, his slender fingers casually hooked the girl's slender and white fingertips.
The posture is clear and loose, but there is an inexplicable sense of seeing a Rakshasa in the human world.
As soon as he spoke, everyone's eyes focused on him.
The ceiling of the Mo family, the top wealthy family in the imperial capital.
And Mo Yichen, before the plane crashed, was a god-level being that all the famous ladies in the imperial capital flocked to.
The eldest son of the Mo family has a noble status, cruel methods, and aloof and cold temperament.
He kills vicious people in the shopping mall and is called the "Living Yama" in the industry who coexists with nobility and madness!
After the crash, he seemed to have disappeared from the world and was never seen in public again.
Rumor has it that he was disfigured and disabled and had long since become a cripple.
The appearance of Mo Yichen has become Qin Yin's biggest support invisibly.
But Qin Yin still wants to handle this matter by himself.
She raised her eyes and stared into Jun Siyu's eyes calmly, without any emotion in her eyes: "Who do you think you are?"
"If you beg me, do I have to agree?"
"Your family members have really mastered this moral kidnapping thing, but I'm sorry, I have no morals or quality!"
"No one can kidnap me."
Qin Yin's tone was mocking, and regardless of their shocked eyes, he stepped forward and snatched the acupuncture kit from Jun Mu's hand.
Then he raised the acupuncture kit in his hand to his mother and sneered: "Ms. Charlene, what is the content of what you took away from me?"
"Do you need me to personally find a lawyer to analyze how long your sentence will be?"
Qin Yin coldly drew a clear line, causing a flash of embarrassment in the eyes of everyone in the Jun family.
Jun Mu was angry: "Qin Yin, I am your mother!"
"How dare you sue me?"
Xia Lin couldn't believe it. She remembered that Qin Yin was gentle and cute when he first returned to Jun's house. He listened to her words and was very tolerant of Tangtang.
But now Qin Yin is covered in thorns, arming himself like a hedgehog.
Facing relatives feels like facing enemies.
She has changed! So much has changed!
What was it that made her become so rebellious and disobedient to the whole family?
She frowned, feeling more and more that Qin Yin was ignorant and not as considerate and warm as Jun Tangyue.
"Okay, you can take the acupuncture kit if you like, but your sister is injured. Please apologize to your uncle Song and admit your mistake."
"If he asks you to kneel down, kneel down and apologize."
"A man's knees only have gold. You, a girl, are just asking you to kneel down. Why are you so embarrassed?"
Charlene thought she had made a concession.
She knew very well that Song Zhigang would not easily bypass Qin Yin.
She was asked to kneel down and apologize because she wanted Song Zhigang to see that the Jun family was so sincere and would not implicate the Jun family's business.
"Are you worthy of calling yourself my mother? Besides asking me to kneel down and admit my mistake, what else can you do?"
"Song Yan deserves to be beaten!"
"Jun Tangyue was hit. She rushed up to block Jun Siyu's stool. It had nothing to do with me. Why should I care?"
After Qin Yin finished speaking, he looked at Shang Jun Si Yuhong with extremely complicated eyes.
Jun Siyu said hoarsely, with sad eyes: "Xiaoyin..."
What else did he want to say, but Qin Yin didn't want to hear it anymore.
The moment Mo Yichen appeared, Jun Siyu's eyes were suddenly attracted by the scarf around his neck.
That weaving technique, and the familiar cartoon characters that change every year...
It was clearly a technique that Tangtang used on the birthday gifts he gave himself every year.
A ridiculous guess flashed through his mind.
But he didn't dare think about it.
Maybe Mo Yichen's scarf wasn't given by Qin Yin, maybe the weaving technique of the scarf was a coincidence, maybe the cartoon pattern wasn't double-sided yin and yang embroidery?
He must be thinking too much.
"Don't call me!"
"You are no longer my brother, you are just Jun Tangyue's brother."
"Mr. Jun, call me Qin Yin from now on."
"Of course, I prefer that we are just strangers."
Qin Yin didn't want to look at Jun Siyu's loving eyes, she would only feel sick.
Jun Siyu's heart ached, and under Qin Yin's cold and disgusted eyes, he became hoarse and unable to make a sound.
His worst fear happened.
Xiaoyin no longer wants Fifth Brother...
The girl's little hand was held tighter by Mo Yichen.
The man raised his eyes and glanced at Song Zhigang, who automatically turned on the invisibility effect as soon as he appeared.
Song Zhigang was swept away by the cold gaze. How dare he pretend to be invisible? He quickly stepped forward:
"Hehe, the little girl is too blind to see the truth. Mrs. Mo educated my little girl for me. It's too late for me to be grateful. How dare I blame her?"
"Mr. Mo, it's Mr. Song's honor for you to come to the auction. What do you have your eye on? I'll give you a free order?"
The venue was too dark before, Mo Yichen hadn't appeared in the business district for a long time, and his face was disfigured, so he didn't recognize him for a while.
However, when Zhou Wei, a tall man with a height of 1.9 meters, put his stick there, it was Mr. Mo's exclusive business card.
"No need."
"I'm so proud of you."
"Your stuff is really not that good."
"My boss Mo asked me to throw five pieces of waste paper that your family auctioned for a million pieces to wipe my wife's hands!"
Zhou Aojiao raised his chin, casually pulled out five financial summit invitations and stuffed them into Qin Yin's hand.
By the way, he also deliberately glanced at his enemies Si Che and Jun Tangyue.
That expression deserves as much beating as it deserves!
When Jun Siche saw this, his back teeth were almost broken.
Jun Tangyue's heart twitched so hard that she almost had a heart attack from anger.
Qin Yin suddenly received five invitations and secretly looked at Mo Yichen with lowered eyes in surprise.
The girl pretended to be calm, but the rhythmless heartbeat mercilessly exposed her thoughts.
She raised her lips, and the sweetness in her eyes seemed to overflow from the honey jar: "Thank you...husband~"
The last two words, pronounced by the girl, are ambiguous and sweet.
The moment he leaned over, it seemed to bring out ripples of hot and moist air.
A girly fragrance that crosses the line and invades the taste buds.
Under dim interlaced lights.
Qin Yin's hot and sweet eyes were like a piece of strawberry candy, hitting the ice in his heart hard.
At that moment, Mo Yichen's waist stiffened, and in just a few seconds, his thoughts went back and forth countless times.
My throat felt dry and I suddenly forgot how to breathe.
He gripped the armrests of his wheelchair stiffly and said in a cold but trembling tone, "You're welcome."
"It's just a few scraps of paper."
"There is no difference between throwing it to you and throwing it in the trash can."
Zhou Wei almost cried when he heard Mr. Mo's high-risk speech: Oh my God, Mr. Mo, you can only have a wife purely because of happiness!
After all, your mouth is indeed unlucky.
Some people are talking about "chasing the crematorium for wives"!
The smile in the corners of Qin Yin's eyes did not dissipate at all.
She had long secretly poked and noticed the crimson tips of Mo Yichen's ears.
This man... is just sitting there and being cool.
The dispute ended when Jun Tangyue suddenly fainted.
The Jun family hurriedly took Jun Tangyue to the hospital.
In the ward.
Jun's mother and Jun Siche frantically greeted Jun Tangyue, but Jun Siyu just covered his head and squatted in the corner in a daze, as if his soul had been drained out.
As soon as Jun Tangyue woke up, she asked worriedly: "Mom, where are third brother and fifth brother?"
"Fifth brother, are you okay?"
Jun Siyu's attitude towards her became worse and worse, and he even doubted her, which made her have to be afraid.
"Tangtang..."
Everyone turned their heads and saw Jun Siyu standing at the door of the ward with a pale face and sloppy steps, staring at Jun Tangyue with a heavy gaze.
Jun Tangyue's heart skipped a beat and she said nervously, "Fifth brother."
Jun Siyu suddenly strode to the hospital bed, his expression returned to gentle and worried, with a smile on his face, but his tone was a little cold:
"Tangtang, my birthday is coming soon. Do you still remember the gift we agreed on this year?"
The smile that was about to rise at the corner of Jun Tangyue's mouth froze.
Then she smiled coquettishly, nodded and her smile became sweeter: "Of course I remember."
"Tangtang has been preparing love scarves for Fifth Brother for a long time."
"Brother Five will definitely like this year's cartoon pattern."
The scarf with unique stitching method around Mo Yichen's neck flashed in Jun Siyu's mind, and the smile at the corner of his mouth paused: "Really?"
"Tangtang, fifth brother is waiting for your surprise."
Jun Tangyue lowered her eyes, but her hands under the quilt clenched tightly...
