Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon-Chapter 827 - 824: Desperate Counterattack (Part 2)
Walking out of the villa, Qiao Qianmo turned her head fiercely and looked back, "You brought this on yourself."
As she spoke, she took out her phone and dialed a number, "Hello? Get rid of someone for me! Make sure it’s clean, don’t leave any trouble behind!"
Since you won’t help me,
then just shut up forever.
This is all your doing!
Inside the villa.
Ye Xisi finished his last sip of beer and picked up the car keys.
He had been watching the TV news these days.
Suddenly, he felt that teaming up with Qiao Qianmo, this so-called revenge against Ou Jue, was nothing more than a cruel way to hurt his beloved.
That girl... what wrong did she do?
Ye Xisi took out the DV and watched the footage recorded that day.
At this moment, he truly felt relieved that he had stopped before going over that cliff.
If he had really forced himself on her back then, he would probably regret it forever.
"Xiyan..." he murmured softly, "If I explain everything to Ou Jue, will you forgive me?"
But now, what use is an explanation?
That girl and Ou Jue didn’t break up because of this misunderstanding.
What deep feelings they have.
He chuckled a bit self-deprecatingly.
Walking out of the villa, Ye Xisi got into his car.
He drove away from the villa.
Who knew that just as he made a turn, a car was speeding straight towards him.
The other party showed no sign of turning, clearly aiming to crash into him!
Ye Xisi’s eyes darkened, and he sharply turned the steering wheel.
Bam—
The whole world seemed to return to calm in an instant.
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Meanwhile, on the other side.
Xiyan and Ou Jue had already boarded the ferry.
Although they could reach the island by night, they were assigned a room where they could lie down for a nap.
Xiyan and Ruge naturally got one room.
"Brother Jue, then we’ll share a room," Ji Yanche said, patting Ou Jue on the shoulder.
He hadn’t seen him for a while, and Ji Yanche had dyed his hair a granny gray, which suited him perfectly.
A silver earring in his left ear was striking, but not as striking as his smile.
He was dressed in a classic navy denim jacket, a plaid shirt, and black jeans.
A big man, yet he exuded a harmless aura.
No wonder he had so many "mother fans" online...
Ou Jue: "One room each."
"No way," Ji Yanche clung to Ou Jue’s arm, "I didn’t bring my Little Yellow this time, I’m not used to sleeping alone."
Ruge was watching a video with Xiyan, munching on an apple. She looked up at the comment, "What’s Little Yellow?"
"It’s my Little Yellow, a Rilakkuma plush I’ve had for many years. I take it with me whenever I go out of town for work," Ji Yanche explained ruefully, then his eyes lit up as if he’d had an idea, "Are you jealous?"
"Jealous, my foot."
"Hahaha, my dear Little Blue Pig, you can’t fool me. There, there, Little Yellow is a boy; he’s my son."
"...Who the heck regards a plush toy as their son?"
"Will you be Little Yellow’s mommy?"
"...No!"
"Alright, then you’ll be Little Yellow’s mommy from now on."
Having reached her limit, Ruge stood up abruptly, "Ji Yanche! Are you deliberately taking advantage of me?!"
