Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

The crystal chandelier in the living room was on, the light was bright, but it couldn't dispel the dullness in the air.

Mo Zhenxiong sat down on the sofa, picked up the cigarette box on the coffee table, wanted to smoke a cigarette, hesitated for a moment, put it back, and just sighed heavily.

Su Manli pulled me into the room and sat me down. She was silent for a moment, and then she spoke as if she had made a great decision:

"Xiaoxi, Mommy wants to send you to study abroad, what do you think?"

Quan Jiuxi looked at Su Manli.

She remembered that when Su Manli first married Mo Zhenxiong, she still looked like a young girl in love. She dressed herself up beautifully every day and always had a sweet smile on her face.

But now, her once plump cheeks have become thinner, and there is an lingering sadness between her brows, as if covered with a layer of dust.

"Did he bully you?" Quan Jiuxi frowned.

Su Manli quickly shook her head and explained, "No, your Uncle Mo is very good to me. He didn't bully me. The thing is, your Uncle Mo's company has been in trouble recently and they're struggling financially. Mom has some savings and wants you to go abroad to avoid the limelight and get a better education."

Quan Jiuxi's brows furrowed even more tightly.

Is there a problem with the company?

She remembered that in the original plot, although Mo Zhenxiong's company was not top-notch, it had always been smooth sailing and had never encountered such a crisis.

"Xiaoyi, is this part of the original plot?" she asked in her heart.

"Sir, this part wasn't in the original plot. Perhaps your arrival in this world triggered some kind of butterfly effect, causing the plot to change?"

Xiaoyi's voice was a little uncertain.

Quan Jiuxi had a hunch that things might not be that simple.

But she looked at the pleading in Su Manli's eyes and didn't ask any more questions. She just said softly, "Then what are you going to do?"

Su Manli sighed, her eyes a little red: "Damn it, I thought I could live a good life by marrying your Uncle Mo, who knew this would happen.

But your Uncle Mo is really good to me, and I don’t want to get a divorce yet, so I can only take it one step at a time.”

Quan Jiuxi looked at her red eyes, was silent for a moment, and nodded: "Okay."

[Sir, you agree? What about the little villain?]

Xiaoyi's voice was filled with anxiety. He had been watching Quan Jiuxi's strategy to conquer Mo Qinghan, and now that progress was about to be made, how could he separate at this moment?

"The progress of the strategy is almost there," Quan Jiuxi responded calmly in his heart, "He can't get over the hurdle of being a brother and sister yet, so let time solve it."

The two chatted for a few more sentences, mostly Su Manli talking about things about foreign schools, and Quan Jiuxi occasionally responded.

Mo Zhenxiong remained silent, just sighing continuously, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

When I returned to the living room, Mo Qinghan was sitting on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the stairs, as if he was waiting for someone.

Seeing Quan Jiuxi and Su Manli coming down, he immediately put down the book and stood up, his eyes fixed on Quan Jiuxi's face.

There was obvious expectation in his eyes, and a hint of pleading hidden deep in them.

Like a puppy afraid of being abandoned, it carefully observes its owner's expression.

I guess Mo Zhenxiong has already told him about it.

Quan Jiuxi thought to himself, but there was no expression on his face. He just walked to the sofa and sat down.

Mo Zhenxiong looked at Quan Jiuxi and forced a smile: "Xiaoxi, don't worry, your school abroad has been arranged. They are all top-notch universities. We won't let you down."

Quan Jiuxi looked up at him and said softly, "Thank you, Uncle Mo."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a slight noise beside her.

Mo Qinghan clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of his hands were faintly visible. It was obvious that he had to use a lot of effort to control his emotions.

"Oh, it's all my uncle's fault for not being able to do it," Mo Zhenxiong looked at Mo Qinghan's tense face, then at Quan Jiuxi's calm expression, feeling mixed emotions and sighing heavily.

"I'm sorry for making you feel wronged." Su Manli quickly walked over and patted his shoulder, comforting him softly: "Don't say that, it will be fine, everything will be fine."

During dinner, Mo Qinghan locked himself in the room and refused to come out no matter how Su Manli called him.

Quan Jiuxi looked at the closed door upstairs, sighed in his heart, put down his chopsticks, and planned to go upstairs to take a look.

As I reached the stairs, I heard a knock on the door behind me, very light and a little hesitant.

She turned around and saw Mo Qinghan standing at the bottom of the stairs with messy hair. It was obvious that he had been struggling in the room for a long time.

He lowered his head, with the loose hair on his forehead covering his eyebrows and eyes. Only his tightly pursed lips and sharp jaw could be seen, and a gloomy aura emanated from his whole body.

"When are you leaving?" His voice was very soft, with a barely noticeable hoarseness, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Quan Jiuxi looked at his slightly trembling shoulders and said softly, "The flight is tomorrow morning."

Mo Qinghan suddenly raised his head and looked straight at her.

Those were a pair of very beautiful eyes, with pupils of pure ink color, but at this moment they seemed to be burning with flames, carrying a kind of desperate madness.

He didn't say anything else, but suddenly strode forward, grabbed the back of Quan Jiuxi's head, and kissed him without saying anything.

His kiss was fierce, with a bit of the eagerness and clumsiness of a teenager, and a hint of long-suppressed despair, as if he wanted to swallow her whole in his arms.

Quan Jiuxi took a step back after being kissed by him, and his back hit the wall heavily, making a light sound.

She did not struggle, but just closed her eyes slightly, enduring his aggressive kiss, her fingers subconsciously grabbing the corner of his clothes.

After the kiss, Mo Qinghan breathed slightly, her forehead resting against Quan Jiuxi's forehead, and her hot breath sprayed on her face.

He lowered his eyes to look at her, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, with a hint of nervousness and uneasiness in his eyes, as if he was waiting for her anger and accusations.

He knew that what he did was excessive. They were siblings, and he shouldn't have such thoughts, let alone do such things.

However, Quan Jiuxi just raised his hand and gently rubbed his hair, his tone was a little helpless, and there was a little imperceptible doting: "It hurts."