Quick Wear: Another day when the villain is paying for it

"Why did you come to Beijing?" Xu Ning didn't understand. The little brat was obviously living well in the village, so why did he have to come to Beijing to suffer?

What? A masochist?

"I came to find you." Shuiqiao stood up, approached her, suppressed the love in his eyes and said slowly: "...I miss you."

Xu Ning:? ? ! ! !

She held her down and gave him a thumbs up, with undisguised admiration in her eyes:

"As expected of you, you came all the way to the capital just for a feast?! Awesome!!!"

"Don't worry, you will definitely be there! I will arrange a seat with the best position for you so that you can enjoy the delicious food of Beijing!"

The love in Mizuhashi's eyes froze, revealing a dazed look.

"I..." He opened his lips, wanting to say something.

The sudden sound of footsteps outside the door interrupted his words.

The door of the box was pushed open, and the man looked over with dark eyes, sweeping across the two people in the room, and his gaze fell on him. He was smiling, but his eyes were filled with ice:

"Ningning, why didn't you tell me that your friend was coming? I should be the one to treat you to this meal. After all, I should also play the role of a good host."

Mizuhashi looked at him, his fists clenched at his sides.

He knew him, the man who had snatched away the patriarch!

Mo Jinghuai looked at him with a raised brow. As a man, he could clearly see the hostility in the boy's eyes.

And when he looked at Xu Ning, there was a reluctant and cautious love suppressed deep in his eyes.

Love rival?

Ah!

Seems a little inadequate.

"A Jing, you're here!" Xu Ning exclaimed in surprise at Mo Jinghuai's sudden arrival. She walked a few steps to his side, took his hand and led him into the room.

He looked at Shuiqiao and introduced him: "He is Shuiqiao, and he is from the same village as me."

Thinking that Shuiqiao had never formally met Mo Jinghuai, she added: "This is my fiancé, Mo Jinghuai."

The two stood together, looking into each other's eyes, with each other's figure alone in their eyes, no room for anyone else. They were a perfect match, a talented man and a beautiful woman.

This scene hurt Mizuhashi's eyes. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone, and he felt so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"Long. Heard. Great. Fame." Shuiqiao gritted his teeth and spat out the four words.

Mo Jinghuai chuckled lightly, with a hint of aloofness and a hint of amusement, as if he didn't take him seriously at all:

"Since you are from the same hometown as Ningning, you don't have to be polite. It just so happens that Ningning and I will be getting married in a few days, so please come and be a witness."

Every word was heart-wrenching and touched Shuiqiao's sore spot.

The young man raised a cold smile and looked at the man coldly: "...Of course."

"Miss." There was a gentle knock on the door, and Xiaolan's voice came from outside the west door.

Mizuhashi retracted his gaze, and his slender fingers touched the beautiful and shining silver jewelry on his body: "I'll go open the door."

He grabbed the door handle and yanked the door open.

Xiaolan was startled and took a half step back. She glanced at his cold expression, then looked at the two people standing in the room and lowered her head slightly:

"Miss, the room has been booked."

Xu Ning nodded and called Shuiqiao: "I have booked a room for you. You can stay here first. When we return to Miaojiang, will you go back with us?"

The young man lowered his eyes and seemed to laugh muffledly, with pain in his eyes.

He discovered that the clan leader had never really considered him as one of her own from the beginning, and he was never one of the "us" she mentioned.

"After all, this child is in the capital for the first time. How about I take him back to his room?"

Mo Jinghuai smiled gently, took a step forward, looked at Xiaolan, hid the smile on his face, and said:

"Xiao Lan, take Ning Ning to wait in the carriage outside first, okay?"

Xiaolan lowered her head in fear: "...Yes."