The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

"We can discuss it later?" Xia Ling smiled calmly. "there might not be a need to discuss it."

Tang Mohan's eyes darkened.

Xia Ling said, "Perhaps in a few days, I might ask someone else about this question. Who knows?"

Tang Mohan looked at her deeply.

"If there's something that can be abducted by others, it means that it doesn't belong to me in the first place. It's useless for me to force things that don't belong to me."

Xia Ling glanced at him and nodded. "Tang Mohan? Have you heard of that sentence?"

"Hmm?"

Xia Ling said, "If you talk less to your parents, then the conflict between you and your parents will plummet. However, if you talk less to your girlfriend, then..."

"With a girlfriend? That doesn't exist. I don't have a girlfriend," Tang Mohan denied.

"That's just a hypothesis. Let's say you have a girlfriend!" Xia Ling said.

Tang Mohan said, "Oh..."

Xia Ling was interrupted by Tang Mohan and couldn't continue.

However, she had to finish her joke even if she had to kneel down.

"If you don't talk to your girlfriend, someone else will talk to her for you, do you understand?"

"Someone else will talk to her for me? That doesn't exist. Whoever dares to climb over my wall and touch my red apricot, he will wait to see me on Friday!"

"See you on Friday?" Xia Ling raised her eyebrows.

Tang Mohan said calmly, "Don't you guys always like to date on Friday?"

"Oh." Xia Ling understood.

However, what kind of messy rules did she have to meet on Friday?

When she asked for a group fight, it never depended on the day, but on her mood.

*

Saturday.

Xia Ling had set the alarm for seven o'clock.

She had booked the morning show, which would start at nine o'clock. She had breakfast with Tang Mohan and then took a taxi. The time was just right.

However, the moment she went downstairs, she saw Tang Mohan.

Tang Mohan, who usually wore comfortable clothes, actually got up earlier than her.

He wore a black short-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. These jeans perfectly displayed his slender legs.

Tang Mohan was handsome and fair-skinned. He usually wore a white t-shirt, which made him appear very good-looking.

Under the sunlight, he was the kind of handsome and clean-cut little brother.

However, now that he had changed into a black short-sleeved shirt, he looked very stylish.

This appearance was like if he wore a few big rings on his hands, He could laugh at any time.

Tang Mohan obviously dressed up meticulously.

Xia Ling lowered her head to look at herself. White nightdress, little white legs...

She originally wanted to go back and clean up after breakfast...

But she was the one who had arranged to watch the movie, and now it seemed that Tang Mohan cared more than she did.

"Good morning!" Xia Ling paused for a moment, but still walked downstairs and greeted Tang Mohan.

Sitting behind the dining table, Tang Mohan's gaze swept across her.

"Good morning," he said quietly.

...

Throughout the morning, Xia Ling felt that Tang Mohan had been watching her.

It wasn't until she quickly finished eating, changed her clothes, and went downstairs that Tang Mohan's expression finally returned to normal.

He looked at his phone. It was very fast. Before eight o'clock, the girl had already finished her makeup and changed her clothes.

However, there was no surprise at all when she changed her clothes.

It was still the same ordinary sportswear, but the color was a little pink. The white sportswear was paired with yellow stripes. It was very compatible with the young age of the girl.

However, with the way the girl was dressed, it was likely that when she opened the wardrobe, her clothes were all like this.