"Thank you, Brother Qingqing." Hua Xiaolou bowed slightly to thank him.

Lu Mo's eyes became cold. Tiedan next to him looked up in a daze, always thinking that the captain today was not right, but he couldn't tell what was going on.

What exactly happened?

Ruan Yingzi, who was concentrating on gnawing pork ribs, also looked up suspiciously, looked at Hua Xiaolou several times, frowned slightly. This little surrender used to not even name his name, so why did he call Ye Qingqing the name directly today?

Hua Xiaolou seemed to know nothing, lowered his head and concentrated on drinking the soup. The ribs that Lu Mo had picked for him were lying quietly, not even looking at them.

Lu Mo frowned. He felt that he shouldn't be cautious, but the facts stimulated him again and again. How could he not think too much?

A delicate and weak handsome man suddenly penetrated between him and Ye Qingqing. Although he could be sure, the girl must have been out of sympathy and would never have any other ideas about Hua Xiaolou, but...

He couldn't be sure about Hua Xiaolou's thoughts.

And now, the more he looks at Hua Xiaolou, the more he feels he has ulterior motives.

The alarm escalated again. Thinking of the hands he saw just now, Lu Mo's heart tightened and looked at Hua Xiaolou who was bowing his head and drinking soup in a small sip. It is undeniable that Hua Xiaolou is really the most beautiful man he has ever seen, and even Ye Xunmei is not as good as Ye Xunmei.

But now it seems that Ye Xunmei is more pleasing to the eye.

At least Ye Xunmei will not compete with him Ye Qingqing.

When I looked at Hua Xiaolou's patched clothes, they were stacked up one by one, and the jacket was almost covered with patches. The original color of the fabric could no longer be seen. However, the patches were very fine, so they could not hide the shabbyness of this handmade cotton jacket.

But Hua Xiaolou himself has the noble temperament, but it is incompatible with the torn clothes on his body.

And his posture when drinking soup is not like a rural child at all, or his...

"Where is the hometown of Hua?" Lu Mo asked softly.

Hua Xiaolou's body shook, like a frightened deer. Tiedan felt so distressed that she couldn't help but scold: "My captain is just asking you something, why are you scared like this? You are even timid than girls."

"I'm sorry...I...I didn't mean it..." Hua Xiaolou lowered his head apologetically, his voice thinner than the sound of mosquitoes.

"Why are you doing this again? I didn't do anything. People thought I beat you up!" Tiedan scolded impatiently.

Hua Xiaolou's body shook again, looking like a young wife who was very wronged. Her white and tender fingers were squeezing uneasy, and I felt pity for her.

Lu Mo shook his head slightly to the indignant Tiedan. Tiedan had to shut up, but he felt so frustrated. He didn't even move his finger. Why did he act like this aggrieved look that made him take the blame for bullying in vain and anger him to death!

Ye Qingqing also couldn't stand Hua Xiaolou's appearance, but when she thought of this guy's congenital weakness, she must have lived in discrimination and exclusion since she was a child. It was normal for her not to be confident, just like Tang Yuanyuan in the past.

Just as she was about to comfort her, Tang Yuanyuan spoke first, so she glared at Tiedan first, turned her head to change into a gentle smile, and comforted her softly: "Tiedan is naturally thick in his voice, but in fact he has a good heart. Don't be afraid."

"It's my fault, it's nothing to do with others..."

Hua Xiaolou said softly, but his head kept hanging.

Seeing that the soup in his bowl was almost finished, Tang Yuanyuan scooped him half a bowl, "You are weak and drink more soup!"
Chapter completed!