"You can insult me, but you are not qualified to insult Hikaru Kazuma. He is a truly good man. A person who sincerely cares for me, sympathizes with me and cherishes me is not comparable to you self-righteous and arrogant men." Her face was angry, and her voice increased by an octave.

When Ji Mo saw her so protective of Kaorama Hong, he would argue with him loudly, and it was not like her usual submissive personality, and his anger became even stronger.

Do you care so much about Kazuma Hong? It seems that you really have feelings for that man, and even said that Kazuma Hong is not comparable to those of them.

"It seems you really like him." He said coldly.

"Yes, I really like him." Mu Baoer did not deny it.

Even though they had not been together for a long time, Kazuma Hong's kneeling and those words willing to rush to her friends made her heart moved.

Such a man with basic conscience and good to himself is at least the best one of all the people she meets. It is much better than a man who can only use these ones or two, who are cold-blooded and ruthless, and hurt her.

Ji Mo suddenly stood up and forced her to the floor-to-ceiling glass window: "Baoer, let me ask you a truth, do you hate me very much?"

Mu Baoer was forced to press against the glass by him, and felt extremely stress coming to her face. She looked at Ji Mo's strange and calm face, and she couldn't guess what he meant to ask such a question.

Of course, for this man, except for fear and powerlessness, all she left was hatred and subtle hatred.

But how could she say it? It would definitely anger him and she would not know how to torture herself. But if she was asked to say she didn't hate or hate against her conscience, she would really not be able to do such hypocrisy.

So I can only be silent.

"You are the default! Even if you act indifferently, you still hate me." Ji Mo smiled, but there was no pleasure in his smile, only sarcasm and a faint anger.

Mu Baoer lowered her eyes lightly: "I hate you, is it very important to Mr. Ji?"

"...Nature doesn't matter." Ji Mo smiled faintly.

"People like you, those who love you and hate you, go to more people, not more people, not less people, not less people. Mr. Ji doesn't care so much about me. And I really can't like someone who once hurt me, forcing me, forcing me." Mu Baoer said calmly.

The real hurt is irreparable. She is just an ordinary woman. She has suffered a lot of hurt because she once loved a scum.

Love is not reflected through hurt. She is scarred physically and mentally. She just wants to have someone who is sincere to her and will not hurt herself, and cherish her and love her.

There is no need for great and prosperous people, just ordinary and simple, and they don’t want to get entangled among these men. They are all too strong, self-centered, and ignore other people’s feelings and pains.

What's more, in their hearts, they never respect her, treat her as a pawn or a slave, tease her when she is happy, and hurt her at will when she is unhappy.

After hearing her calm and calm words, especially the person who would not like Qiang and had never fallen in love with her, Ji Mo was rarely silent, and his expression was not obvious.

After a while, his low voice rang out.
Chapter completed!