Chapter 117: It's my fault, I shouldn't be suspicious

She just stared at him so much, without saying a word.
Teardrops on thick, long eyelashes, and in a blink of an eye, they fell on her delicate and lovely face.
Mo Yesi's tears to women never felt anything.
He will even be upset.
If someone tries to win his pity with tears, it will only be counterproductive.
Even Shaoqing said more than once, saying that his heart was made of stone, too cold and too hard.
No woman can keep warm.
But at this moment, Mo Yesi felt that he was not immune to women's tears.
Looking at the girl with red eyes in his arms and a face of grievance and accusation, he felt a bit distressed.
Almost without any hesitation, he apologized: "You cried? Is it because you think I suspected you? Baby, I'm sorry, I take back all the words I just said. You just treat me as I said nothing, don't be in Annoyed me, eh?"
Mo Yesi never knew what it was like to panic.
But when Qiao Mianmian's tears fell silently out of his eyes, he felt it for the first time.
Slender fingers were awkward to wipe the tears in the corners of her eyes, and her fingertips touched her warm and wet tears, and there was another wave of confusion and irritability in her heart.
Fortunately, he didn't apologize. As soon as he apologized, the little woman in her arms seemed to cry more severely.
Tears, like beads of broken thread, kept slipping out of her eyes.
Hot tears hit the back of his hand, burning his heart.
"Qiao Mianmian, don't cry anymore." After feeling that the little woman in her arms couldn't coax up, Mo Yesi frowned tightly, but sighed regretfully, holding her crying wet little. The face and brow furrowed, "Tell me, what shall I do so that you can't regenerate my anger?"
"I don't really doubt you, I believe you will not do what betrayed me."
Qiao Mianmian looked at him with tears in her eyes. The more the man whispered, the more wronged she felt.
Her eyes were full of complaints, her crying was hoarse, and she choked with sobs, "You just doubt me! What do you mean by that, don't you think that I and Su Ze had agreed to meet there in advance?" "
"Mo Yesi, you know, I hate people not to believe me anymore. If you think I still have unforgettable feelings about Su Ze, then we might as well divorce. You don't believe me anyway, we are interesting together. ?"
Hearing the word "divorce", Mo Yesi's face was gloomy.
I just wanted to get angry, and the red eyes in the cry of the girl in my arms instantly extinguished the anger in my heart.
Turned into a helpless and annoyed sigh.
If he knew she would cry like this, he would never ask that sentence.
The man's slender white fingers fell to the corner of her eyes again, and wiped off the moist piece of her eyes gently.
He reached out and gently circled her into his arms, letting out a soft voice and sighing lowly: "Okay, it's my fault, I shouldn't be suspicious."
His confession in exchange for the girl's more grievous complaint: "It was your fault."
"Yes, my fault." At this moment, Mo Yesi didn't know what to do except to coax her and follow her.
He has no experience coaxing women.
For the first time in his life, he coaxed a woman so quietly that he hadn't coaxed him well.
He felt deeply frustrated.