Chapter 972 - Hold Her, Comfort Her
“How do you know?” Luosang buried her forehead in her palm.
“Many TV shows tell a similar story.” Based on Luosang’s tone of speaking, Mo Liuxi figured that he was right. Somehow, he felt a little uncomfortable.
He knew Yan Su had an ex-boyfriend, but never thought that she had sacrificed so much for him.
What kind of man, made her so obsessed?
Luosang felt speechless. She almost forgot that her husband was good at acting, and her brother was a director.
“Maybe you should talk to Su about it. It’s her business after all,” she said.
“All right. Cliché.” Mo Liuxi snorted coldly.
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“Mo Liuxi threw his phone, still feeling very uncomfortable.
The next morning, he knocked on her door. Yan Su answered the door, again with two huge dark circles under her eyes. Seeing him, she said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t make congee. I plan to have breakfast at school later.”
“Why didn’t you make congee?” Mo Liuxi noticed how listless she was. She must have had poor sleep last night, and that was not because of work.
“Because I’m in a bad mood,” she said.
“The weather is great. Why are you in a bad mood?” Mo Liuxi asked.
Yan Su stayed silent. Could the good weather guarantee a good mood?
Through gritted teeth, she responded with, “Sometimes, women can be in a bad mood for no reason. I think you should have breakfast elsewhere the next couple of days.”
She quickly closed the door.
The slam of the door made Mo Liuxi take two steps backward. He was a little unhappy. He helped her yesterday, yet today she acted so unfriendlily to him. It was awful.
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In the canteen, Mo Liuxi looked around, but didn’t see the familiar figure. He lowered his head to focus on the food, but after a few bites, he felt the food was tasteless. With nothing better to do, he started poking the pork rib in his bowl with his chopsticks.
“If you don’t want the rib, I’ll take it.” Zhang Hongchuan picked a pork rib piece from his bowl.
Mo Liuxi made no reaction. Instead, he held his chopsticks with both hands, and rested his pretty chin on them, without noticing the girls in the canteen whispering to each other because of his movements.
Zhang Hongchuan sighed. A handsome boy could be charming with any movement he made.
“What do you think we should do when a woman is in a bad mood?” Mo Liuxi asked abruptly.
Zhang Hongchuan coughed out some rice.
“What are you doing!” Mo Liuxi glared at him, then hurriedly wiped his face and clothes.
“I’m sorry. I think I misheard you.” Zhang Hongchuan picked his ears with his finger and then asked, “What did you say just now?”
“I said,” Mo Liuxi repeated his question through clenched teeth, “What should we do when a woman is in a bad mood.
“Are you talking about your mother?”
Mo Liuxi stared at him and then said word by word, “”I don’t care if my mother is in a bad mood or not.”
Zhang Hongchuan clicked his tongue and said, “Who are you talking about then? You’re not in love with a girl, are you?”
“How can it be possible?” Mo Liuxi glared at him.
In love with Yan Su? That was highly impossible.
She was pretty and good at singing and cooking. She was adorable when her cheeks turned red; her arms were soft, and her breasts were full. Apart from that, what else did she have to impress people?
What Mo Liuxi couldn’t accept, was the fact that she let herself be fooled by a man.
“Why is it impossible? You are a healthy man. That part of you is straight and healthy.” Zhang Hongchuan tittered.
“Speak human language,” said Mo Liuxi coldly.
“Eh-hem.” Zhang Hongchuan cleared his throat and continued saying, “It’s simple. When a woman is in a bad mood, you should hold her, comfort her.”
Mo Liuxi didn’t know what to say.
Hold Yan Su? That wouldn’t be all right, would it?