Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Mo Leng felt particularly aggrieved when he said this!

Except for Mo Shuainan, no one had ever bullied him. Unexpectedly, he was punched by Xiao Yichu now. The point was that she was a woman, so he couldn't fight back.

"Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Xiao Yichu asked.

Mo Leng shook his face and said, "It's okay."

While he was talking, Gao Xian stared at her phone and asked, "What were you looking at just now?"

"It's nothing." Xiao Yichu said in a low voice.

Thinking of the scene in the video, she almost laughed, but she still forcibly controlled her behavior, deliberately kept a calm look, and said to him: "Why are you here?"

"I was just passing by," Mo Leng said.

He suspected that the video she just watched was the content of surveillance.

But there was no evidence, and he couldn't take her phone away. This was unethical and self-destructive, so he couldn't do it.

"Yeah." Xiao Yichu responded.

When Mo Leng saw that she was still sitting there, reaching for money, he immediately took a half step back, fearing that she would hit him in the face with money, so he said warily: "Don't give me money, it's just a minor injury."

"Compensation is required." Xiao Yichu insisted.

He kept shaking his head, fearing that Mo Shuainan would interrupt him.

"No need, I have to leave first." Mo Leng left anxiously. Seeing that the time had just reached 7:30, he immediately invaded the surveillance camera to delete the video.

But when he was about to delete it, he saw that it had been viewed N times and he stared at it.

"Isn't this time... the time for her to park her car?" When Mo Leng realized it, Xiao Yichu drove away early. He was about to catch up, but finally stopped.

ask for contempt? Or self-destruction? No matter what it is, it is definitely not what he wants.

Mo Leng was holding her cell phone, not feeling well, and silently deleted the monitoring.

"Young Marshal, I want to ask for leave." After deleting the monitoring, Mo Leng sent a message to Mo Shuainan.

He stood there alone, silently took out 100 yuan and handed it over, took a bottle of beer from the shop and drank it, silently looking up at the sky, and found that the stars tonight were very similar to his mood at the moment.

"Why?" Mo Shuainan replied with two words.

Mo Leng stared at the screen and typed: "I met Miss Xiao."

"Yeah, I got it." Mo Shuainan replied, as if he had disappeared and never appeared again.

He stared at the screen and said in disbelief: "Young Marshal, your focus is wrong! Shouldn't you care about why I asked for leave? I'm in a very bad mood."

Would his face be lost if such an embarrassing thing was seen?

"Here." Xiao Yichu's voice sounded. She handed some medicine to him and said, "Put it into your nostrils and it will be fine later."

Hearing her words, Mo Leng Aojiao looked away.

"Do you want to take care of it?" he said.

Xiao Yichu laughed in a low voice. She also took a bottle of beer and took a sip, saying, "I don't care about you! But your nose is bruised and your face is swollen. If anyone knows that it was me who beat you, it will probably ruin your image."

"What do you want to say?" Mo Leng asked warily.

She shook her head, knocked on his beer bottle, and said, "If you drink this bottle of wine, nothing will happen to you."

Xiao Yichu took two sips, put the wine aside, and strode away gracefully, leaving Mo Leng with a stunned look on his face. He looked at the medicine she left behind and took some to plug his nostrils.

A burst of coolness hit his nose, and his whole body instantly became more energetic.

"Is this medicine really that effective?" Mo Leng couldn't believe it. He took out his phone and took a photo, and found that the bruise between his nose had indeed dissipated. He looked at Xiao Yichu's leaving figure.

Something has changed in my heart, like...