"You're hateful!" Qiao Mianmian clenched her lips and continued to complain.
Mo Yesi nodded. "Yes, I'm hateful."
Qiao Mianmian continued, "You bastard."
Mo Yesi was speechless. "…"
Although the girl in his arms was still being a brat, he could feel that her anger had obviously dissipated. Mo Yesi was finally relieved.
He raised the girl's soft and small jaw, lowered his head and kissed her lips, whispering into the corner of her lips, "Baby, are you feeling better? If not, you can continue to scold me. No matter what you say, I will accept it."
Qiao Mianmian was originally so angry.
She even thought about ignoring him and leaving him.
However…
The man's attitude when admitting his faults was great. He was both a distinguished young master of a distinguished family and a king standing at the top of the commercial empire, yet he was willing to lower his pride and coax her.
He didn't have to do this.
