Rich Contract: Kiss Goodbye, Paranoid

Xia Mochen sneered disdainfully: "It may not be 'putting the cart before the horse', maybe you didn't see her true nature from the beginning, but this time she finally revealed her true nature."

An Xueying raised her hand and wanted to pinch Xia Mochen's face, but because he was too thin and there was no flesh on his face, it turned into a difficult movement, and it took three pinches before she succeeded.

"You, why do you always think of people so badly?"

Xia Mochen grabbed her hand and snorted coldly, "Hmph, you are too stupid and naive."

An Xueying sighed, "I know you're used to evil people in the mall, but it's a mall, and not everyone is so sinister, cunning, and scheming. Most people in this world are good people!"

Xia Mochen shook his head: "It's so stupid and naive to get rid of it so easily."

This time, An Xueying curled her lips on purpose and said, "Well, isn't it? If I wasn't so easy to deceive, how could I have become your wife?"

"You're so cheap and good-looking!" Xia Mochen deliberately pinched An Xueying's waist.

"You're the one who can be called cheap and act like a good boy!" An Xueying poked Xia Mochen's chest, but he grabbed his hand again.

"Huh? Who said that, isn't it you who picked up a big deal? I'm the one who lost a lot."

"...I'm too lazy to argue with you." An Xueying also rolled her eyes, "There are some things, if you believe it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't. It depends on whether you choose to believe it or not."

"Aren't you saying 'sincerity leads to spirit'? Hmph, subjective idealism." Xia Mochen curled his lips in disdain again.

As a person who has been educated in dialectical materialism since high school and has always insisted on dialectical materialism, Xia Mochen's words made An Xueying very unhappy: "That's not what I meant, and what I said has nothing to do with subjective idealism , I mean that what a person thinks influences a person's behavior, causing it to change before it shows itself."

The conversation between the two suddenly turned into an academic debate mode, and now even Xia Mochen couldn't understand it.

Seeing his frowning and puzzled expression, An Xueying explained: "Let me give you a simple example. If Mi Mi and I are like you now, I believe that Xixi is not a good person in the first place, with distorted views and values. Wrong, then we will inevitably alienate her and reject her because of disagreement with her three views and disgust, then she is very likely to break the can and really develop in that direction, completely becoming what you think .

"On the contrary, if we don't think that way, but think that she was misled and temporarily bewitched like that, and continue to choose to believe her, help her, and keep her away from those people who misled her, then she It will largely not be what you say it will be."

Xia Mochen raised the corner of his mouth: "Hmph, it's interesting, but it's still very naive."

An Xueying curled her lips: "If you're naive, be naive. Sometimes it's not necessarily a bad thing to be a little naive, isn't it?"

She poked Xia Mochen's face on purpose, meaning something.Xia Mochen grabbed her hand again, and this time, he held it in his hand to play with, with a dangerous smile on his lips, he said in a low voice: "What surprised me is that you knew that woman had plans for me. You even planned to snatch me from you, but you can still be friends with her?"

Xia Mochen's words hit An Xueying's heart sorely. She was not angry, but couldn't help but sigh: "Xixi doesn't know about my relationship with you..."

"Why didn't you tell her?"

"I... don't know how to speak..."

"Is my relationship with you something difficult to talk about?"

An Xueying couldn't help sighing again, she lowered her head, her voice lowered a lot: "You know I don't want my classmates to know that I'm married, after all...the reason and the process are disgraceful...not to mention she already said that Now, if I suddenly told her about my relationship with you... what would she think?"

"What she thinks is her business, whether you say it or not is your business."

When mentioning this matter, An Xueying couldn't help sighing again and again: "Oh, but the matter has come to this, what else can I do? She has already had thoughts about you a long time ago, if I suddenly tell her that I am married to you Now, it will be like I stole her target..."

Xia Mochen sighed resentfully: "...how much of a good person are you?"

"I...I didn't..."

"...You really make me angry, no, I'm already on fire and I'm about to burn, you have to be responsible for putting out the fire."

Seeing that this person was deliberately distracting the topic, An Xueying was a little speechless: "...What are you talking about?"

Xia Mochen didn't speak, and raised his finger to point to his cheek. An Xueying shook her head helplessly, but still kissed his cheek as he wanted; then he pointed to her mouth, and she kissed it again his mouth.

However, Xia Mochen glanced at her with some dissatisfaction: "...you can kiss wherever I tell you, just once?"

An Xueying blushed and protested: "Hey, I'll kiss you wherever you point. Are you still not satisfied?"

"Of course I'm not satisfied. Didn't I tell you that I've already been angered by you. You are responsible for putting out the fire. What can such two kisses do?"

"..."

It's obviously not a kind of fire, but he insists on confusing it, but An Xueying has nothing to do with him.

It was just a moment of hesitation and hesitation, which aroused his dissatisfaction again. He complained lazily and scolded: "Why are you so unresponsive? It's been so long, and you still don't know what I want. What should you do?"

As he spoke, he took her nephrite-like hand and placed it on the place where the "fire" he said was the strongest, and it was already quite hard.Even through the clothes, An Xueying's small face was still blushing all of a sudden, and she wanted to pull her hand back subconsciously.

Xia Mochen complained: "...how many times have you touched it, you probably know its shape better than me, right? Now you're still shy through your clothes?"

An Xueying was so ashamed by his words that she almost went crazy, and the other hand that was not caught by him punched his chest with a fist: "Ah... what are you talking about... can you stop being so shameless?" Ashamed?"

Xia Mochen was amused by her appearance, but he only slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "This is my room, it's night, and it's time to do certain things, what else is there to be ashamed of between me and my wife?" Embarrassing?"

A simple sentence of "my wife" made An Xueying's heart so sweet that she couldn't hide the smile on her face, and said softly, "Then you are shameless enough." At least, you have to draw the curtains first..."