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This scene appeared in the eyes of another person …

Disgusting! Sick! Acting!

Isn't it just bread? Didn't the bread taste the same? How could it taste like roasted sausages when it was touched by An Qian's hand?

Mo Eversnow pursed his lips, mockery in his dark eyes.

Mo Yefeng raised his head and said with his mouth slurping, "Brother, you should eat too. Why aren't you hungry?"

A mass of black lines appeared on Mo Yehan's forehead! Although he was a silly brother, as a descendant of the Mo family, he always paid attention to appearance and appearance, especially to the rules during meals.

Since when has Big Bro been like this, lacking manners when it comes to eating?

Without waiting for him to speak, An Qian grabbed another piece of bread and placed it in front of him. "Yes, this is for you."

Mo Eversnow stared at An Qian's hand for a long time.

Did you wash your hands this morning? Disinfection? Did you wipe your hands with something just now? How many germs do you have on your hands...

It was too late for her to regret it now. A look of disgust and disdain gradually appeared in that man's eyes. Like a thorn, he fiercely stabbed into her heart.

Just when she was at a loss for words, Mo Yefeng reached out his hand and said with a smile, "Forget it, brother's appetite might not be good today. If he doesn't eat, I'll eat."

As he spoke, he took the bread from An Qian.

Mo Ye's brows furrowed as he grabbed the bread in An Shuang's hand and took a bite.

Who said he didn't eat? Who said he wasn't hungry? Who said his appetite wasn't good?

However, where did this uncomfortable feeling come from?

He clearly despised her, he obviously thought that the bread was unhygienic, so why did he take it over?

His chest felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and his breathing became ragged.

In the end, Mo Ye Han threw the bread he had taken a few bites onto the table, stood up and coldly said, "I'm full, you guys take your time to eat." With that, he left the restaurant with big strides.

The other two people in the restaurant looked at each other.

Mo Yefeng asked with suspicion, "What happened to little brother today? Why does it feel so weird? "

An shallowly pursed her lips, suppressing the embarrassment and anger in her heart. She said half-heartedly, "I don't know either."

Actually, she knew very well in her heart that Mo Eversnow despised her. He didn't despise her dirty hands, but he did despise her filthy body …

After breakfast, Mo Yefeng followed the butler to the Aristocrat Academy. An Shuang also put on her work clothes and went to work in Monta.

Outside the villa, there was a long walk before a bus stop.

Mo Ye Han, who was the first to leave, actually drove back.

An Qian walked along the roadside, and from afar, she could see the luxurious sportscar. She looked away, pretending not to notice.

However, Mo Ye Han parked the car by the side of the road that An Qian was passing by.

An Qian's heart tensed up, and she subconsciously quickened her pace. When she heard the car door being opened and slammed shut, she felt so nervous that she felt as if she was about to jump out of her throat.

The hurried footsteps turned into a big stride, almost causing her to scamper off.

"Halt!" Mo Ye's low and deep warning sound came from behind.

A chill went down his spine as he broke out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, all he could think of was how to escape. How could he care about anything else?

Mo Ye Han was already in a bad mood, but seeing that she dared to disobey him, his anger increased even further. He also sped up his pace and sternly said, "An Shuang, I'll give you one more chance, stop right there!"