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Chapter 248 An Ziqing, I Don't Believe You Like Her
　This is An Zihan's style. There are so many people behind her, but no one dares to stop her. Their eyes meet. An Ziqing's face is expressionless, while Yin Chuxue's face is slightly red. Lying untidy on the sofa, An Ziqing sat next to her, but did not move.

　
　Under the watchful eyes of everyone, An Ziqing took off her shirt and wrapped it around Yin Chuxue's body, and asked casually, "Zihan, why are you here?"

　
　"Brother." An Zihan was a little dumbfounded, and then shouted with righteous indignation: "Brother, what are you doing? I originally wanted to tell you that your wife, Mo Xiaoli, cheated on her, but now I see When it comes to you, does that mean she cheated just to get revenge on you?"

　
　An Ziqing raised his hand to stop her fury, glanced at the people who were still standing by the door listening to gossip, and said, "What should you be busy with?"

　
　Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, and retreated to the door one after another. Mo Xiaoli stood behind the crowd with her stomach upright, and when the crowd receded, she stood there quietly, like a rock.

　
　An Zihan covered her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to watch anymore.

　
　An Ziqing, Mo Xiaoli, Yin Chuxue, none of them spoke, the three of them, with six eyes, looked at each other quietly, and finally An Ziqing spoke out first, "Zihan, take Chuxue out first."

　
　After they left, Mo Xiaoli walked into An Ziqing's office step by step. She had only come in this office three times. I came here with Mo Shaohua during the Party of Three, and she came here on An Ziqing's birthday, but every time she came here, she always sat on this sofa. At that time, she praised the sofa as soft and comfortable, Although soft and comfortable, she never lay down, but today another woman lay naked on it, and her husband sat there, looking at the naked woman.

　
　How ironic, Mo Xiaoli wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

　
　"Sit." An Ziqing said.

　
　"No." Mo Xiaoli looked at him and said, "I'm afraid I'll get my clothes dirty."

　
　An Ziqing touched his nose, which was his habitual action, but seeing it again now, she was actually a little moved.

　
　"You really like that woman that much?" Mo Xiaoli asked.

　
　She looked calm, but her eyes were full of determination.

　
　Not wanting to look into her eyes, not wanting to look, An Ziqing closed his eyes and said after a long time, "Yes."

　
　Mo Xiaoli smiled, her smile was light, like the lotus flowers planted in the lotus pond, she said: "Look into my eyes and tell me that you like her."

　
　An Ziqing turned her back to Mo Xiaoli, staring out the window, the time passed by one second, Mo Xiaoli thought that he would not turn around again, that he would not face him, but he turned around instead.

　
　An Ziqing's eyes were dark and deep, like a dry well filled with ink, unable to see to the bottom, Mo Xiaoli couldn't even see his own reflection from the bottom of his eyes.

　
　He looked at her and said, "Yes, I like her."

　
　Mo Xiaoli felt her heart beating suddenly, she staggered a step back, and almost fell, An Ziqing was about to reach out to help her, but held back.

　
　Telling him to hold back from not caring about her hurt him more than killing him.

　
　Mo Xiaoli stroked his chest, and continued to smile, the pale smile, so cold and beautiful.

　
　"I don't believe it," she said.

　
　"An Ziqing, I don't believe it, I don't believe you like her."

(End of this chapter)