Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

He held the candy in his hands with great care and nodded vigorously: "Be good, Lele, wait for your sister."

“LeLe is awesome.”

Ruan Xingchen's eyes became gentler and he rubbed his little head again.

When he turned around and looked at Ruan Weisi, all that was left was a bone-chilling coldness like black ice.

Facing her gaze, Ruan Weisi instinctively felt something was wrong. He backed away with a pale face, clutching his stomach and said in panic, "Ruan Xingchen, you can't do this to me! He's just a little kid that no one wants. If you dare..."

"What if I dare?"

Ruan Xingchen raised the corner of his lips coldly and tilted his head slightly.

The movements that should have been soft and cute turned out to be domineering and cool when she did them.

Her slender fingers slowly clenched into fists, and she stepped closer in her high heels: "Ruan Weisi, how noble do you think you are in my eyes?"

"lady."

When she passed by, Huo Yan handed the booklet back to her and gently reminded her, "Don't hurt your hands."

There is no intention of stopping it at all.

Ruan Weisi was going crazy.

She looked at him in horror. Ruan Xingchen raised his hand to take the booklet and walked slowly to her.

The hospital's brochure, in classic blue, red, and white colors, looks a bit garish and cheap at first glance.

However, her hands were as white as jade, slender and charming, and when they touched this cheap booklet, they did not seem down to earth at all, but instead revealed a kind of decadent luxury.

Ruan Weisi's breath was choked, and he stared at her hand stiffly, his feet rooted to the ground, unable to move.

A scornful laugh rang in her ears.

"Look, you only bully those who are weaker than you and cannot resist."

There was coldness in her clear eyes. Ruan Xingchen raised his hand and lifted her face with the booklet.

Looking at Ruan Weisi's pale and frightened face, the mocking smile on her lips became even stronger: "Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, Ruan Weisi, look at yourself, how despicable."

The booklet felt cold, and the low-quality printing felt sticky against my chin, as if the colors on it were about to be transferred to my skin.

What was even more uncomfortable than the booklet was Ruan Xingchen's eyes.

With bone-chilling coldness and contempt, he glanced over indifferently, looking down at me.

What Ruan Weisi could not accept more than fear was such contempt. She was furious and, with a force that came from nowhere, she suddenly grabbed the booklet and tore it open.

He stepped on it, twisting and stomping on it while angrily saying, "Ruan Xingchen, what do you know? What qualifications do you have to call me despicable? The reason you can stand here and laugh at me is because I am weaker than you. How can you be more noble than me?"

We are all the same, what right does she have to look down on her?

The reason why she can be so arrogant and show off in front of her is not because her status is higher than hers and her backing is stronger than hers?

They are obviously the same!

Ruan Weisi looked like a madman, his eyes red as he screamed hysterically, "Ruan Xingchen, stop trying to flatter yourself. I'm despicable, and you're not much more noble either. We're all the same!"

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap.

Ruan Xingchen swung his hand and rudely hit her cheek.

The expression on his face was still solemn and calm.

She even raised her red lips in a slight arc, with a hint of pity in her eyes, and her voice was cold: "Ruan Weisi, are you worthy to compete with me?"

Ruan Weisi covered her face with her hands, tears in her eyes, and looked at her hatefully.

"I can bully you because I am stronger than you."

Ruan Xingchen stared back without giving in, his eyes cold and sharp: "But I'm not dealing with you because I'm stronger than you."

She has never been interested in bullying the weak.

Ruan Weisi would only take action when he repeatedly touched her bottom line and ran in front of her.

"Ms. Ruan, you, it's not good for you to do this..."

Her decisive actions shocked the assistant and the middle-aged woman.

After finally coming back to her senses, the middle-aged woman's eyes flashed, and she hurriedly came over to block Ruan Weisi.

He bit the bullet and forced a smile: "This is a matter between our welfare home and Miss Ruan... You, you keep using violence, isn't that inappropriate?"

"Not suitable?"

Ruan Xingchen sneered, his eyes cold. "Are you a staff member of the welfare home? Which welfare home? What's your position?"

The middle-aged woman felt her whole body crawling with fear when she was looked at, and subconsciously felt a little timid.

His eyes wandered, secretly looking at Ruan Weisi and his assistant, as if asking for help.

"When the lady asks you a question, you answer honestly."

A tall figure blocked her view.

Huo Yan looked at him nonchalantly with a cold expression, his dark eyes full of sharp intent. "Why are you looking at others?"

This middle-aged woman obviously knew his name. When her eyes met his, she trembled subconsciously.

"I, I'm a staff member of the Holy Light Welfare Home..."

Her heart was in a state of panic, her fists clenched and unclenched, and she said with difficulty: "I, I am a nun from the orphanage, responsible for taking care of the daily lives of these children."