My wife has always been timid

The man sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression, his legs were crossed, his left hand was slightly resting on his lips, his thumb was flicking the tail ring one after another, his narrow dark eyes were full of gloom.

"Young Master Mo, what a coincidence." Su Qingcheng met his gaze with a smile without any fear.

Mo Shaoqian's expression did not soften because of her good manner in greeting, his gaze was still as sharp as a knife blade, probably due to Fu Xiuyuan's presence and being in the public, he didn't bother arguing with Su Qingcheng, so he just snorted coldly : "Haidu only has such a big circle, is it a coincidence?"

You listen, with a gun and a stick.

The background music of the banquet was quite noisy, and Mr. Shen was delivering a speech on the stage, his full-bodied voice came out from the somewhat hazy microphone.

Everyone was staring at the stage, but not many people noticed the stiff atmosphere in their small circle.

Su Qingcheng was not polite at all, and curled his lips coldly: "The circle in Haidu is indeed that big, but who doesn't know that Mo Shao, you destroyed the oiran cultivated by the old man of the Shen family three years ago, and the Shen family and you There is a grudge, and we never thought that Mr. Shen would be able to ignore the past and invite you to the confession banquet, can it be a coincidence?"

Ridiculous and sarcasm, yin and yang strange.

Mo Shaoqian dared to speak stably to her, so she let him know what it means to hide a knife in words.

Sure enough, the moment the words fell, Mo Shaoqian's face froze suddenly. Originally, it was because of Xu Ruoya's unhappiness with Su Qingcheng, but now it directly rose to Dai Xiaochun.

Mo Shaoqian's face was tense, he ground his molars, looked away and remained silent.

It was about Dai Xiaochun, and I don't know if he didn't want to waste time on a dead person, or he still felt guilty, and fell into silence with a cold face.

The depressed eyebrows gave a somewhat lonely feeling.

Su Qingcheng was ridiculed in her heart, believing that the devil entered Buddhism, but she didn't believe that this person could find out with conscience. She glanced coldly at Mo Shaoqian's side: "Where's Man Man?"

"..."

Mo Shaoqian remained silent.

Su Qingcheng waited for a long time but didn't get an answer. An unhappy guess arose in her heart, and she couldn't help frowning, "Didn't you bring her out? Who did you leave her for?"

"Are you qualified?" Mo Shaoqian seemed annoyed by the question, and raised his eyes to look at her coldly.

Su Qingcheng couldn't help being dumbfounded.

She is qualified to manage?
A burst of anger burned from the bottom of her heart, and her eyes were red with anger. She grabbed the tissue box on the table and threw it at the other party: "Do you think I am qualified to take care of it? Manman has been raised in our house for three years. You said After taking her back, I will take good care of her, but you just threw her at home now? Who in your family can take care of her? Is your mother who looks down on her origin?"

Mo Shaoqian slammed the tissue box thrown into his arms away, deliberately not wanting to answer.

Seeing Su Qingcheng angry, he felt happy in his heart, and the happier he was, the more wicked he didn't want to answer Su Qingcheng's words.

Naturally, he didn't leave the little girl to his mother. He understood women's virtues. After driving her back to her mother's house last time, he never allowed her to come back. The little girl was sent to his sister's house, which also happened to have children. , You can play with the little girl.

Of course, it wasn't that he didn't want to bring the little girl to the occasion, nor did he think that the little girl's identity would embarrass him.

He just felt that this kind of business banquet, where cups were exchanged, was not suitable for bringing little girls.

His daughter just needs to be a little princess at home obediently.

The speech on the high platform was still going on, Mr. Shen was full of energy, smiled and said kindly: "Mr. Shen is not talking nonsense. Now, let's invite our protagonist, my youngest daughter of Mr. Shen, to come out and meet everyone -"

The voice fell, and the spotlight hit the stairs from top to bottom.

The black veil dress inlaid with pure white pearls poured down like a river of stars, and the slightly curly black hair covered the looming smooth back, full of mystery, like a lonely black swan in the night sky, cold and moving .

She turned around slowly in the light and shadow, her pair of soft and yearning eyes were as clear as spring water...

boom!
The moment the four eyes met, Mo Shaoqian sat there motionless as if he had been struck by lightning, staring at the person in the light and shadow with his eyes staring blankly——