Chapter 152
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Mochen's eyes reflected her tear-stained face. His chest felt as if someone had pinched it hard.
He stared at Wei Wei for a while and suddenly let go of her hand. He propped himself up with one arm and sat at the head of the bed. He lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. "Don't worry, I won't touch you. I'll just scare you."
Wei Wei just cried.
Mo Chen glanced back at her and saw that her eyes were red from crying. His beautiful long fingers reached for the toilet paper on the side and threw it to her.
Wei Wei pushed the box away.
Mochen said coldly, "You have a bad temper?"
Wei Wei turned her head away and ignored him.
Mochen said coldly, "I'm a neat freak. I don't want to touch things that others have touched."
With that, he flicked the cigarette ash with his long fingers. His eyes were burning with black flames and his thin lips curved into a self-deprecating smile.
Who would have thought that one day, he would say something that didn't mean what he said!
In fact, he really wanted to personally cover up all the marks left by other men on her body, leaving not a single trace!
But when she cried, he felt a little heartache!
It wasn't because he was a neat freak!
He looked at Wei Wei. She was still crying. Mochen put out the cigarette on the table. "That's enough. Stop crying. Get out!"
Wei Wei sat up. She covered her torn clothes and ran to the door. She opened the door and ran out of Mochen's bedroom.
Mochen looked at Wei Wei's back. Even he was surprised that he had let her off just like that!
After a long while, he picked up his cell phone and called Ji You. "You don't have to care about that woman's matter anymore."
Ji You was speechless.
Was Young Master at odds with Miss Wei Wei?
It wasn't appropriate for him to interfere in such matters.
Mochen hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. He looked at the messy bedsheets and turned to go to the bathroom.
After showering, he went to the first floor. There was no breakfast.
Was that woman going on a strike?
Or should he just resign and move out?
Look at her bad temper, she really did this kind of thing!
It's good that he's gone. I don't need to take a cold shower every day!
Mohan whispered, "Brother, let me make breakfast."
Mochen replied, "Yes."
He lay on the sofa, smoking a cigarette.
Mohan went to the kitchen.
The little boy was hungry and went downstairs to look for breakfast. When he saw Little Chenzi sitting on the sofa, he walked straight to the kitchen. "Little Auntie, what's for breakfast today?"
Mochen glanced at him coldly.
The little boy was unaware that he had already entered the kitchen. When he saw Mohan, his eyes widened. "Little Uncle, why are you in the kitchen?"
Mohan said in a low voice, "I'll make breakfast."
The little boy glanced at Mohan and thought of Little Uncle's cooking skills. "Where's Little Auntie?"
Mohan whispered, "He might still be in the bedroom."
The little fellow turned around and looked in the direction of Mochen in the living room.
Mochen smoked one cigarette after another, and his face could no longer be described as gloomy.
The little boy glanced at the ashtray. There were already three cigarette butts!
Although Little Chenzi smoked, he never drank heavily. Three cigarettes. Did he quarrel with Little Auntie?
He walked over and sat beside Mochen.
Mochen glanced at the little boy coldly.
The little boy picked up the ashtray and looked at it seriously. He counted the cigarette butts with his little hand. "One, two, three …"
He looked up at the cigarette butt between Mochen's long fingers. "Little Chenzi, this is your fourth cigarette."
Mochen looked away, not wanting to talk to him.
He didn't need little troublemaker to count. He knew it himself!
The little boy moved further away from Mochen and said softly, "Who told you not to be gentle?"
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