Reborn: Sure to Flirt Me?

Thump! Thump! Thump...

There was a knock on the door. Molly quickly wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, sorted out her expression, and stood up to open the door.

As soon as Farrell entered the room, he saw Molly's red eyes. He frowned and said, "What's wrong? Are you angry?

"No!" Molly denied immediately.

"Not yet. Go to the mirror and see how red your eyes are." Farrell frowned more tightly.

Lowering her head, Molly didn't say a word. She kept rubbing the carpet with her feet, and she had completely learned what Allen had done when he was at a loss.

What should this be called? The husband to sing and the wife to follow? No, no, no... This should be to follow the people, learn from them!

It had been a long time since Farrell saw Molly act like this, as if she had never done it since she went to college.

For a moment, Farrell's thoughts were brought back to a few years ago, and his tone of speaking to Molly was much softer.

"Well, if you continue to rub, the carpet will be torn by you. Don't rub it."

Then Farrell walked to the desk, pulled out a chair and said to Molly, "Come and sit down. We have a talk."

"What are you talking about? Are you trying to persuade me to get married as soon as possible?" Molly asked, but she still walked up to him obediently, pulled out a chair and walked down.

"Will you listen to me if I say this to you?" Raising his eyebrows, Farrell rolled his eyes at Molly and said, "Besides, it's time for you to consider marriage at your age, isn't it?"

"Really? You think the same as Dad and Mom?"

After that, Molly stretched out her two slender claws to grab his arms and said, "Brother, brother, show mercy to your sister. Leave a way for your sister to live!"

Farrell pushed her hand away mercilessly and said with a sneer, "Then tell me why you don't want to get married. I'll think about leaving a way for you to live."

"Nothing. I just don't have a suitable one." Molly murmured, lowering her head and scratching her nails.

She didn't know if Farrell could hear her vague words.

It turned out that not only did Farrell hear it, but he also heard it clearly.

"None of them is suitable for you?" Although Farrell was confused, he came up with an idea. "Which one do you think is good? You can date him first. If it's appropriate, you can continue to stay with him. If it's not, just forget it."

"No." Molly shook her head like a rattle drum.

Farrell's expression became more serious, and he stared at Molly without blinking.

Molly felt a little creepy under his gaze. She looked at him awkwardly and said, "Brother, why are you looking at me all the time? Your eyes are frightening. "

With his brows knitted tightly, Farrell asked Molly seriously, "Molly, do you have something to hide from our parents and me?"

"No!" Molly's heart skipped a beat. She quickly denied, "I'm basically at home every day. How can I hide anything from you?" "That's good." At last, Farrell looked away.

Molly breathed a sigh of relief. She was about to pick up the cup on the table and drink some water to calm herself down. But what Farrell said next almost made her choke to death by the hot water she just drank into her mouth.

Farrell said, "Molly, did Kevin do something wrong to you?"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐