one year later.

In City S, a large-scale book launch was being held in the central square. A group of reporters gathered underneath, many of whom came specially from other places to attend the book launch of the most popular androgynous beauty writer, Su Mo.

Under the spotlight, a long-haired woman in a white dress walked onto the stage. After saying hello to the book fans and reporters below, she sat on the stage. Although she was not the kind of beauty who was stunning at first sight.

, the unique charm exuding from her whole body has conquered everyone's attention. Even reporters, who have always been sharp-eyed and critical, can't help but be captured by her temperament.

She is like a born star, without any pretense of a star. She has a friendly and gentle smile on her face, and there is no sense of distance at all. Even though she is a hot best-selling author, various TV programs are vying to invite her to interview her.

She still behaves very low-key. Apart from attending the new book launch event in person, she has only agreed to be interviewed by one media.

That's M.O..

When Su Mo sat down, there was a round of warm applause. The press conference began. After the host's routine introduction, it was time for questions from the media.

"Miss Su, are you married?"

"Haha, I am already a mother of two children." Su Mo smiled and showed off the diamond ring on her left hand generously.

Seeing that she was so cooperative, it was not as difficult as the rumors said. The reporters were like chicken blood and asked all kinds of questions.

"Ms. Su, you have chosen to publish your new book in this city. Is there any special reason?"

"This place is very special to me."

"Ms. Su, there is news that this is your autobiographical novel. Is the content in the book your personal experience?"

This question made Su Mojiao laugh and joke, "How is this possible? Please don't make any comments. How can there be such an incompetent man in this world?"

One sentence made everyone below laugh.

In front of the TV, a certain man's face had already darkened.

Mu Chuan was holding a book in his hand and was reading it with gusto. The big words "In the Years When My Husband Was Not Good" on the cover were particularly eye-catching. From time to time, he could hear a few bursts of laughter, laughing and looking at the boss over there.

Take a few glances, and you will see that the more someone on the TV deliberately refuses to make mistakes, the happier he will be reading.

At this time, Di Yunxiao was walking downstairs, holding this book in his hand, with a happy smile on his lips. He sat on the sofa, glanced at the beautiful writer who was interviewing, and then looked at his whole body

Mojia, who was filled with anger, smiled a little deeper.

"I heard that the book Fantasy is selling well."

"Haha...sister-in-law's writing is so funny!" Mu Chuan had long forgotten the black-faced boss next to him, and couldn't wait to share it with Di Yunxiao, "I read this book, brothers should

Everyone has a copy, as an inspirational reading book for our K-word party!"

A sharp gaze, mixed with a biting cold wind, headed straight towards Muchuan.

Mu Chuan shrank his neck and closed his mouth obediently.

Di Yunxiao smiled faintly, "As far as I know, some brothers have already started organizing group purchases, and some have spontaneously translated it into English, French, German and other versions to benefit foreign brothers."

Mu Chuan resisted and did not let himself laugh. Looking at the boss's slightly distorted handsome face, he had the noble consciousness of becoming a serf and singing.

Mo Jia took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, raised his eyes to look at Di Yunxiao, and ordered coldly, word for word, "Call the publisher, no matter how many copies she prints, I want them all! They are not allowed on the market.

One book appears! Do you hear me clearly? No one is allowed to appear!"

Di Yunxiao held back his laughter and cleared his throat, "I know."

When Mu Chuan heard this, he quietly hid the copy that his sister-in-law had given him personally...

On TV, the interview was coming to an end, and at this moment, there was a sudden commotion.

"Look, isn't that Mo Sheng, the president of M.O.?"

"Yes, yes, why is he here?"

"Could it be that she was personally cheering for Su Mo? If that's the case, her face would be too great, right?"

"Oh, by the way, Su Mo only agreed to do a TV interview with M.O., could it be these two people..."

The reporters' ability to draw inferences from one example is very strong. In just a few dozen seconds, several versions of the script about Su Mo and Mo Sheng had taken shape.

Mo Sheng ignored the reporters' surprised gazes and walked onto the stage calmly. His elegant demeanor, handsome appearance, and his status as M.O. CEO all gave him layers of gold. As soon as he appeared, he was snatched away.

Su Mo's limelight gathered all the focus.

Mo Sheng came to her and smiled elegantly, "Congratulations."

Su Mo smiled, "Thank you."

Apart from that, the two didn't talk much. Under the guidance of the staff, Su Mo walked off the stage, got into a black luxury car and left. The sharp-eyed reporter discovered that it was Mo Sheng's car.

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Sitting in the car, Mo Sheng handed him a glass of juice. She took it and looked at him with a half-smile, "President Mo, please come over to support me. I'm really flattered!"

Mo Sheng smiled bitterly, "Okay, Huanhuan, don't make fun of me." He raised his eyes and said seriously, "You know why I'm looking for you."

Su Huanhuan picked up the juice, took a sip, put it down after a while, looked at him deeply, and asked suddenly, "How have you been doing this past year?"

Mo Sheng raised his lips. Although the smile on his face seemed ordinary, it was very warm. "Although I repeat the same thing every day, I have never been so at ease."

Huanhuan smiled, "That's good."

Maybe there is someone around him who can make him feel at ease. Just being by his side quietly can make him feel at ease. Sometimes people's feelings are very complicated. The reason why two people come together is not necessarily love.

Wanting to love is also a reason that is enough to convince each other.

After a moment of silence, she asked quietly, "How is she?"

Mo Sheng shook his head, "Not good."

Knowing what his "not good" meant, Huanhuan sighed and looked out the window, "Take me to see her."

The car drove out of the city and drove all the way to Jinxiu, arriving at the entrance of the Mo family villa located in the middle of the mountain.

Huan Huan calmly stepped out of the car and looked around. As for the memory here, she will always stay in the beautiful moment when she first met Mo Jia.

"Let's go," Mo Sheng walked in front, Huan Huan followed behind him, his back was still upright, but there was an indescribable loneliness.

As soon as the two of them walked up the stairs, they saw a maid running downstairs in a hurry. She looked at Mo Sheng and said anxiously, "Master, it's not good, Miss Yan..."

Mo Sheng's expression changed, and he quickly ran up to the maid before he finished listening. Huanhuan didn't hesitate and followed him upstairs.

Running to the door, Mo Sheng suddenly stopped, looked at the door handrail, hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashed with a trace of uncertainty, his lips were slightly pursed, and he still stretched out his hand to open the door.

There was a faint fragrance of orchids floating in the room, which smelled very comfortable and made people feel relaxed. Lying on the bed was a thin body, so thin that it lost its human shape. A head of white hair, as dry as a ball of straw, lay there, gone.

Generally angry.

Seeing her chest still rising and falling weakly, Mo Sheng finally felt relieved. The frenzy on his face calmed down, and he quietly walked over, arranged her body, picked up a pillow and cushioned it

Behind her, he pulled the quilt over her body. Knowing that she cared about her appearance the most, especially in front of her opponents, he casually combed her messy hair and made sure that there was no problem with her image before letting her go.

He opened his body and smiled softly at Huanhuan, as if explaining and comforting himself, "She's fine, she just fainted."

From Mo Sheng's series of actions just now, it can be seen that in this short year, he has dealt with many such emergencies. Huanhuan turned his eyes to the unconscious woman on the bed again.

A hint of sadness overflowed from my heart.

for her.

Her cheeks were so thin that they were sunken, her eye circles were dark, and her face was covered with wrinkles. The skin on her body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of wax, loose and dry, and there was no trace of the stunning beauty she used to be in the film and television industry.

Beauty's shadow.

"She has been persevering," Mo Sheng stared at her, unable to tell whether it was pity or some other emotion. He just said softly, "She has struggled to come back from the edge of death again and again. It's been really hard for her." With a smile,

His eyes were unusually soft, "I know she wants to stay with me for a few more days."

He raised his eyes and looked at Huanhuan, "No matter what she has done, the punishment she got is really enough. Even if it is not enough, I will pay the rest for her. Please, please save her, okay?"

"

Staring at him, the corners of Huan Huan's lips slightly raised, "I am very happy now, and I don't need to fill it with other people's punishment." After saying that, she walked to the bedside, concentrated her will, looked at Yan Xihua carefully, and found that

The layer of black aura that enveloped her body was so weak that there was only a faint trace left, and it would disappear at any time.

Huanhuan calmed down and slowly raised her hands. A halo of blue light gathered on her hands, gradually forming two luminous spheres, which were aimed at her eyebrows and chest respectively.

She is not Sang Yu and does not know how to cure, but she has the most effective and direct way, which is to transfer some of the divine power in her body to her. She believes that the power of the witch can definitely help her!

Suddenly, her wrist was held by a skinny hand.

Both Mo Sheng and Huan Huan were startled, and they only came to their senses when they looked into Yan Xihua's slightly cold eyes.

Yan Xihua just held Huanhuan's hand, her face expressionless and her eyes as cold as a stranger's.

Mo Sheng said quickly, "Xihua, Huanhuan is here to help you."

Huanhuan didn't speak. The ball of light in her hand disappeared temporarily. Yan Xihua let go of her hand and dropped it weakly. She stared at Huanhuan and said in a hoarse voice, "You will save your enemy, but I won't."

Will not accept charity from the enemy."

Mo Sheng frowned and was about to say something when Huanhuan spoke, "I'm not saving my enemy, I'm just helping my friend."

Obviously, Yan Xihua would not be so sentimental as to include herself as one of her "friends". Of course she understood that Su Huanhuan was referring to Mo Sheng. However, no matter who she was for, dark wizards and they were born with

Wizards with divine power are destined enemies. Hundreds of years ago, and even more so now.

She raised a pair of pale eyes and looked at Mo Sheng, her voice softened a bit and said, "I want to talk to you."
To be continued...