The pampered baby of King's High School

Mo Tata's thin body couldn't bear Feng Yingchen's strength, so he was obediently taken out of the box by Feng Yingchen...

Feng Yingchen doesn't know what's wrong with her. The person next to her is covered in sticky cream all over her body. She looks like a lunatic picking up trash by the side of the road. She has a serious obsession with cleanliness. Don't you have so many demands in front of you?Why all the anger, all the repressed emotions are more intense in front of her, every move of this dead woman seems to be able to arouse my emotions...

He almost never let his emotions fluctuate violently because of a girl. He should be indifferent, or even ignore everything, but his heart told him that he couldn't do it...

Especially when Mo Tata really touched An Canmo with his lips, an inexplicable impulse surged in his heart. That impulse could not allow the scene at that time to continue to repeat itself, so he made up his mind to take Mo Ta tower out...

He was still thinking just now that if this woman refused to go out with him, he would definitely hug her out regardless of everything, and he would, but it seemed that this dead woman was quite well-behaved and did not make any resistance.very good……

"Hey! Feng Yingchen, you, what do you want to do? My wrist hurts!" His force was too strong, and Mo Tata frowned in pain.

Hearing Mo Tata's cry of pain, Feng Yingchen relaxed his grip.

The ladies in the bar, the customers, the bartender, etc. all cast their eyes on Motata, and everyone had complex expressions of surprise and laughter intertwined on their faces.

They were surprised that Feng Yingchen, a thousand-year-old cold-blooded man, actually held the hand of a little girl, and the girl looked dirty, so she couldn't help laughing, needless to say, of course she was amused by Mo Tata's funny appearance .

When he came to the corner of the floor, Mo Tata saw that this was a dead corner without any messy people, so he slowly asked Feng Yingchen, "╭(╯^╰)╮I hate it! Why am I playing so well? Pull it out for me? Haven’t you thought about how other people feel? Every time you do what you want, I don’t even have the courage to resist! I, Motata, am not your doll, it’s not that you touch me I will listen to your words, and I will obediently obey you just by looking at you. You are so selfish...Feng Yingchen, my whole life, Mo Tata...I, Mo Tata, have never seen it in my last life or the next. I've never lived with someone as selfish as you!!"

Motata's chest heaved violently because of his emotional agitation, and his helpless eyes no longer had any focus, and turned into fragmented sparks, scattered in every range within the reach of his sight.Mo Tata's watery eyes are like shining obsidian eyes, as if a drop of ink has poured away the heavy sadness, helplessness and hesitation.The sadness of the dark night like splashed ink is scattered in Motata's eyes like this, surrounding...

"Don't you really like kissing him?" Feng Yingchen's deep and dark eyes radiated an icy cold light.

"Yes, I just like it! I just like being like An Canmo, I just don't like being like you." Mo Tata said stubbornly with his mouth pouted, almost confused by his own "this and that". ~~~~(gt;_lt;)~~~~

"Can you learn to be more well-behaved?" Feng Yingchen asked jokingly back, her haughty and charming features were as dignified as an ancient Greek god's mansion.

"Hmph~ I don't want you to care about it, I don't want to be a good boy, why do you say that to me? Anyway, you are selfish or super selfish and domineering, I hate you!!" Mo Tata's mouth was pink, It's like an attractive smooth jelly.

Hearing these words from Mo Tata, Feng Yingchen's clear eyes burned the endless grassland like a big fire. The fire ignited a prairie fire, scorched the ground and tore the sky, and then, these sparks that were torn apart like thick blood were The heavy rain extinguished it, leaving only endless black ashes, like a pile of horrible bones, making people feel desolate and lost... Feng Yingchen's handsome and flawless face was stained by the setting sun because of Mo Tata's words That heroic cruelty, the bone-piercing pain, the inescapable breath of death... The dark breath surged in the eyes, as if suddenly someone cruelly pulled out all the light, leaving only ridiculous darkness and boundless darkness in the universe...

"Huh?! You have a magical expression, so scary, so scary~!" Mo Tata felt that the surroundings were cold.

The corners of Feng Yingchen's lips slowly evoked a weak smile, and with her white fingers, she took out the Burberry handkerchief she carried with her, and slowly put it on Motata's funny little face like a little cat, Gently and carefully wiping Mo Tata's small face, as if he was gently stroking his beloved treasure.

Mo Tata blinked his eyes, and looked at Feng Yingchen, who had changed from the usual indifference, with big watery eyes. At this moment, he was so gentle and gentle, just like the soft breeze across the ocean. The heart-warming wind is blowing from the heart of the tower...

What's up with him?He should be vicious against himself, he should scold himself and even... even took out a knife and cut himself, this should be the content of the script, but... why did he do this...

The pure white handkerchief wiped Motata's dirty little face, revealing Motata's original white, tender, round and cute face... Then, Feng Yingchen casually threw the expensive Burberry handkerchief on the ground, Eyes as sharp as eagles looked at Motata's innocent eyes, and he smiled lightly, the smile on his lips was as charming but deep as a glass of red wine...

He walked towards Motata step by step. Motata felt that the masculine aura emanating from his body was getting stronger and stronger, and his small body kept going backwards. Knowing that his back was sticking to the cold wall, he did not dare to look up. Looking squarely into Feng Yingchen's sharp eyes, she tilted her little head to one side...

Feng Yingchen's tall and slender figure pushed Mo Tata to a dead corner, propping up the wall with his powerful arms, and confined Tata in his broad chest, Tata even smelled the smell of mint emanating from his chest Fragrance...

The distance between the two of them is only a few centimeters, each other's warm breaths intersect invisibly in the air, all the ignorance and restlessness expand and even explode in the air...

"Yes, you are right, I, Feng Yingchen, am such a person."

He opened his mouth fiercely, without a trace of emotion, like the coldest glacier, the coldness made people feel desperate.

Mo Tata shuddered uncontrollably, raised his eyes, Feng Yingchen had already gone far away, and a tall figure of 1.8 meters [-] came into his sight, his back was so lonely, so lonely...

He left slowly like that, leaving only a self-deprecating sentence, and left quietly, leaving only a trace of aloofness and loneliness in Motata's eyes...