Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Lu Yin was very punctual, picking up Dou Qiaoan for five consecutive days.

Pick her up and drop her off at night.

Then Mo Ting watched like being abused for five days.

The last time, Lu Yin sent Dou Qiaoan back and drove away. Ten minutes later, the car was suddenly rear-end.

He hit his head on the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes.

Pain struck, he raised his eyes to look at the empty road, such a wide road makes no sense to chase after him.

Lu Yin supported his forehead, turned around and got off the car.

A person also stepped out of the car behind.

Lu Yin couldn't help being startled when he saw the person.

"President Mo?"

"Master Lu."

Seeming to understand something, Lu Yin put down his hand, showing his red and swollen forehead, looked at Mo Ting and smiled.

"Since it's Mr. Mo, let's pretend that today's incident never happened. Mr. Mo, be careful. The next one may not be as easy to talk to as I am."

He turned around to leave, when Mo Ting's voice came: "No need, this is compensation, Young Master Lu, keep it."

Lu Yin turned her head and looked at him amusedly: "It's been so many years, and President Mo still uses checks. You really aren't suitable for Qiao Qiao."

Mo Ting didn't speak first, but Lu Yin knew what he meant, so he simply spoke first.

Hearing this, Mo suddenly raised his head and looked at him with red eyes.

"What do you call her!"

Lu Yin looked at him with a gloomy expression, "What I call her doesn't seem to have anything to do with President Mo."

Mo Ting looked at him: "Stay away from her! You are not suitable for her!"

Lu Yin suddenly laughed: "It's not up to President Mo to decide whether it's suitable or not.

If President Mo lost it, don't blame others for picking it up like a treasure! "

He didn't seem to want to say much, and after keeping this sentence, he turned and got in the car and left.

Mo Ting stood where he was, tightly gripping the handlebars with both hands, accidentally caught his hand, and blood dripped from his finger onto the ground.

He lowered his eyes, and the suppressed emotions seemed to gushe out in an instant, his eyes were red, and tears slid down the eye sockets. After a long time, his suppressed voice was blown away by the breeze.

"She's my baby too."

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Two days after Meng Yutang and Zhou Beicheng moved out, Dou Qiaoan sat on the sofa watching TV bored.

It has been so many days, and Simo has heard every news!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Dou Qiaoan pressed the button hard.

All the servants at home were sent away by her.

She decided to move in two days. The place is too big, and it will be empty when Meng Yutang and the others leave. She is not used to living alone.

Just when she was thinking about it, Mo Ting came in.

Dou Qiaoan was taken aback.

"Fuck! How did you get in here!"

After shouting, she remembered: "Oh, yes, you know the password."

She put on her shoes and walked over, the smell of alcohol came to her face.

"Who told you to drink! Don't you know what your body is, and you still drink like this! Mo Ting, are you going to piss me off?"

Mo Ting looked at her, and suddenly rushed over and hugged her.

A wine-smelling voice sounded in her ear: "Qiao Qiao, I miss you so much. Don't, don't leave me. Don't like others..."

He was like a helpless child, begging her.

Dou Qiaoan was hugged by him, listening to his drunken words, she couldn't help feeling wronged.

Push him away: "Mo Ting! Look clearly, I am not your Qiao Qiao, I am Dou Qiaoan! Can you understand me!"

Mo Ting looked at her, raised his hand to hold her face: "You are, you have always been, you are my Qiao Qiao!"