The female supporting role in Quick Wear fell in love at first sight again

Chapter 146: The Spoiled Bag 6

"Okay, then you choose someone to kiss passionately for one minute. How about that? I'll treat you well, right?"

Wu Qian winked at Mo Jiaojiao mischievously. Mo Jiaojiao felt like she was struck by lightning. With such a request, she began to doubt whether Wu Qian was really her best friend?

Wei Zhao, who was sitting next to him, suddenly felt a little nervous. He was nervous and expectant, and there was also a hint of contempt for himself. Although he didn't want to admit it, his heart began to beat uncontrollably when he heard this request.

Mo Jiaojiao didn't even have to think about it. Wu Qian wanted to test whether she and Wei Zhao were really a couple, and secondly, she wanted to test their level of intimacy.

Mo Jiaojiao's pink lower lip was bitten blood red by her. She looked at Wei Zhao with some embarrassment, and then at Wu Qian.

Finally, he whispered to Wu Qian, "Xixi, why don't we just forget it? There are so many people here, you know, I feel a little embarrassed."

Wu Qian squinted her eyes and looked at Wei Zhao. Jiaojiao was so shy. Did this mean that their relationship was not very close? If so, it would be easy to deal with. She was afraid that the two of them had already developed to the next step.

Although intimacy between men and women is normal, that is only for others. If it were Mo Jiaojiao, she would have to interrogate the ancestors of the person she is with.

"Jiaojiao, if you don't want to choose, then just drink. I won't make things difficult for you."

After Wu Qian finished speaking, she was still smug, thinking that she had guessed it.

The next second, a pair of big hands turned Mo Jiaojiao's face, and the man's lips had already kissed Mo Jiaojiao. The hot lips and tongues touched each other, and Mo Jiaojiao had no time to react before her breath was taken away by the man.

Wu Qian was petrified. She stared at the two people kissing passionately, her heart about to break. Her Jiaojiao was actually kissed by a wild man in front of her.

It was a French kiss, the kind where you could see all the details. The two of them kissed so passionately that everyone present blushed and didn't dare to watch.

Wu Qian really wanted to go up and pull the two people apart, and then slap the man hard. How could he kiss Jiaojiao? It had lasted for more than a minute. Wu Qian even saw the transparent silver threads in the air when the two separated.

The moment Wei Zhao let go of Mo Jiaojiao, Mo Jiaojiao covered her chest and opened her mouth to take a deep breath. She almost suffocated. This kiss was too wild and completely beyond her tolerance.

The lips of the two were now covered with a layer of shiny mist, especially Mo Jiaojiao's lips, which were slightly swollen. Her almond-shaped eyes were full of charm, pure and charming.

Wu Qian coughed awkwardly. She felt that she could never look Mo Jiaojiao in the eye again. The scene just now was still in her mind.

"Why don't we stop here today?"

Wu Qian felt that she deserved it. Not only did she not get any evidence, but she also had to eat some dog food. Her heart was stimulated and felt uncomfortable.

Mo Jiaojiao lowered her head, her face flushed, and followed Wei Zhao in small steps. Wei Zhao looked at Mo Jiaojiao who hid herself like a hedgehog, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was really crazy just now.

He didn't even know that he had kissed Mo Jiaojiao in front of everyone like that, and it was a passionate French kiss. He felt as if his soul was possessed by the devil at that moment, and he couldn't think normally at all. Looking at her red lips, he felt extremely longing in his heart and just wanted to kiss her.

Besides shyness, Mo Jiaojiao also felt an unspeakable sense of guilt. Wei Zhao was Song Ming's good brother. She kissed him tonight. What if Song Ming knew about it? Would he misunderstand?

She was lost in thought and didn't pay attention to her feet, so she stepped on empty air. She was wearing low-heeled sandals today, and suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her ankle. The pain made her grab the man's shirt involuntarily, and tears immediately flowed out.

Just now, Wei Zhao saw that she was absent-minded and had been secretly paying attention to her. The moment he stepped on air, his big hands held her in his arms.

"How come you fall down while walking, Mo Jiaojiao? Who gave you this bad habit of not looking where you are walking?"

Wei Zhao was anxious for a moment, so his tone of voice was naturally harsh, but Mo Jiaojiao was the kind of person who needed to be coaxed. From childhood to adulthood, she had been coaxed by Mo Tiandong to do everything, and no one had ever said a harsh word to her.

This was the first time that a man had been so mean to her. Mo Jiaojiao cried even harder, pushing Wei Zhao away with her little hands to prevent him from touching her.

"I can walk by myself. Put me down. It's none of your business."

Seeing that she was still making a fuss, Wei Zhao picked her up like a princess.

"Stop it, this is not the time to act like a spoiled brat."

Mo Jiaojiao cried even harder. Her cry was small, like the whimper of a little animal in grievance, which made people feel distressed.

She raised her little face while crying and complained to Wei Zhao in a wronged manner.

"I'm not acting like a spoiled brat. I hate you. Put me down."

Wei Zhao felt helpless and amused. Mo Jiaojiao was really a spoiled little princess. She would get unhappy and throw a tantrum if he said a few words to her.

He loosened his hand and put Mo Jiaojiao down. When Mo Jiaojiao stood on the ground, she felt a piercing pain in her ankle. She touched it with her hand and found it was swollen.

She turned her head away from Wei Zhao's face, then dragged her injured foot and walked out alone in small steps, sending a message to the driver as she walked, asking him to come and pick her up.

Wei Zhao looked at the stubborn figure in front of him and sighed. Mo Jiaojiao was not only spoiled, but also very stubborn.

Mo Jiaojiao endured the pain and took a few steps. The more she thought about it, the more she felt wronged. In her entire life, no one had dared to bully her like Wei Zhao did. First, he treated her like a public relations woman and humiliated her when they first met, and then today he forcefully kissed her and was so mean to her.

She could understand his kiss today as him trying to help her out and temporarily forgive him, but she would never forgive him for anything else. Wei Zhao was a bastard.

Mo Jiaojiao squatted on the ground feeling aggrieved, buried her head in her knees and cried quietly. She sent a message to Song Ming, accusing Wei Zhao of evil deeds, but Song Ming did not reply to her. Mo Jiaojiao felt that Song Ming had been a little perfunctory to her recently.

Although Song Ming was busy before, he would still make time to have dinner with her and take her out to play. But recently, when she sent him messages, he didn't reply. When she went to find him, he would come over in a hurry, say a few perfunctory words and then leave.

The sound of leather shoes clattered by, and a shadow fell over the head.

"I was wrong, Miss. Don't cry. Doesn't your foot hurt? I bought you some medicine."

Mo Jiaojiao raised her red and swollen eyes and looked over. Wei Zhao was holding a bag of medicine in his hand, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He had just gone to buy medicine. Only a few minutes had passed, and Wei Zhao had bought the medicine so quickly, and he had even run over.

Mo Jiaojiao's temper came and went quickly. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Did you buy me medicine?"

Wei Zhao looked at her. Because she had just cried, her eyes seemed to be covered with a veil. Her voice was slightly hoarse, like a small bristled brush, brushing across his heart again and again, leaving a tingling sensation like ants crawling.