Li Fuyuan and Ruan Muhong were waiting for them at the end of the catwalk. When the four of them stood on the same line and held hands together, a photographer pressed the shutter to record the scene. Nimolan was very uncomfortable with it.
He turned to look at Ji Moxuan, but he didn't want to glance at Tianxue's angry expression in the audience.
At that moment, Nimolan suddenly felt confident. She leaned towards Ji Moxuan without any warning and pressed a kiss on his cheek. The shutter clicked and the audience burst into applause.
The applause was enviable, beautiful, and encouraging. Nimolan said to herself in her heart - Molan, come on, even if you only be his wife for one day, you are the mistress of Balik Manor.
She is Ji Moxuan's wife, and she must not be defeated by other women's attacks!
Ji Moxuan was surprised, but he was in a surprisingly good mood. After walking off the stage, he did not forget to stop Nimolan's waist and kissed her lips fiercely. Nimolan pushed him away: "What are you doing, there are so many people."
"Why didn't you pay attention to other people's eyes when you kissed me on stage just now?" Ji Moxuan asked back, smiling softly with his eyebrows widening.
Nimo's blue face turned red, and he said submissively: "That's because...performing on the stage..."
"So you like to perform in front of others? How about performing a kiss? Huh?" Ji Moxuan's smile deepened, and as he spoke, his mouth was about to greet Nimolan's face.
Nimolan said goodbye and said in a panic: "Tianxue will see it."
This sentence was like a basin of cold water that poured down Ji Moxuan's interest. He let go of Nimolan and turned back to see Tianxue. Fortunately, Tianxue was busy arranging the position, and it looked like the injury on his foot was very painful.
His brows were furrowed tightly.
He sighed and whispered to Nimolan: "Why do you think I can't hate you anymore?"
"What?" Nimolan asked, not hearing what Ji Moxuan said clearly.
Ji Moxuan shook his head and said, "It's okay, you... I'll leave first."
"Oh." Nimolan originally wanted to ask you where you were going, but then he thought about it and let it go. He was just teasing you, there was no love at all, he was only interested in Tianxue.
I am really despicable. I know that he likes Tianxue, but I still want to not let him go. Isn't it too much?
Shaking his head, Nimolan looked at Ji Moxuan's leaving figure and put away all his emotions.
Li Fuyuan was discussing things with Ruan Muhong at the moment. His expression while talking and laughing was sometimes focused and sometimes frivolous. No matter which way, there was a hint of frivolity. Nimo Lan didn't like frivolous people the most.
In her heart, Ji Moxuan is a charming man, but he is by no means a frivolous man. No matter how cruel he is, he always has a kind side, just like he hates the boss, but still goes to visit him when he passes away.
, that sincerity in the bones is indelible. But Li Fuyuan is not. He is frivolous from beginning to end, and there is no sense of security at all.
Bad man - perfect for him.
But it happened that this bad man helped him and even wanted to be friends with him.
Nimolan shook his head, walked to Li Fuyuan and Ruan Muhong, sat on a chair, and listened to their conversation.
She couldn't get a word in at all, so she went to watch the director's rehearsal.
As a result, as soon as he glanced over, he met Tianxue's provocative gaze. A touch of displeasure swept through his heart, and Nimolan stared at Tianxue intently and gave a stern look in return.
If looks could kill, these two would have killed each other long ago.
Ruan Muhong was the first to notice something was wrong and quickly patted Nimolan on the shoulder: "Molan, what are you looking at? You are so serious."
Li Fuyuan saw everything at a glance, covered Nimolan's eyes from behind, and said to Ruan Muhong: "Sister Hong, the two of us were chatting, and Molan was left out in the cold."
"You two, I'm fine." Nimolan said politely.
Two hours later, the rehearsal was finally over, and Ruan Muhong said she wanted to go to dinner with the director.
The director's surname was Liu. He looked around and didn't see Ji Moxuan, so he asked, "Where is Mr. Ji?"
Nimolan had just written that Ji Moxuan left early. Who knew that Tianxue came over at this time, raised his cell phone and said: "Moxuan called me and said there was a meeting in the work unit. Let's go first and let me accompany you, Director Liu."
It’s time to eat!”
Ruan Muhong, Li Fuyuan and Director Liu heard this and glanced at Nimolan's face without trace. Director Liu coughed awkwardly and said: "Okay, okay..."
Director Liu took a wrong step back and said to Nimolan: "Aren't Mrs. Ji's feet inconvenient? Just now when I saw you walking on the stage, I found that you had some difficulty in moving?"
"It's okay, Director Liu, I just turned around a while ago." Nimolan knew that this was Director Liu trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, and then he greeted him with a smile, saying that he didn't mind Tianxue's way of taking over the guest role at all.
Li Fuyuan looked at Nimolan from the side and couldn't help but smile.
So in the best restaurant in the south of the city, Li Fuyuan, Ruan Muhong, Nimo Lan, Director Liu and Tian Xue sat at a table.
A very delicate relationship.
Li Fuyuan whispered a few words to the waiter, and the food arrived ten minutes later.
The unique German pork chop is the staple food, and then dishes from various countries are also served one after another. Li Fuyuan cut into a goose egg and said: "When I opened this restaurant, I was in shape, and I was very greedy, but because of
I need to control my diet but have no way to eat, so I opened this restaurant and invited chefs from various European countries to design dishes. When I can eat at will, I can eat delicacies from seven or eight countries in one meal.
My mouth was restored in a few days."
Ruan Muhong held up the red wine glass and said with a smile: "Not to mention the cuisine has different styles from different countries, even the wine is also a specialty."
"Sister Hong really has good taste. This bottle of wine was brought back from France by a French chef. There are two bottles in total. I opened one today and I will drink the remaining bottle on my birthday next year." Li Fu
Far away from Hedao.
Tianxue put down his fork and took a sip of wine: "Fuyuan, when did you start to know so much about red wine? I remember that you never touched red wine before. You usually drink strong liquor."
"People will always change. What's the point of staying the same?" Li Fuyuan raised his glass to Director Liu, "Don't you think so? Director Liu."
"Mr. Li is young and promising, and anyone who achieves great things will adapt to circumstances." Director Liu didn't notice Li Fuyuan's pun at all, and only spoke intuitively.
Li Fuyuan chuckled: "Director Liu, you think highly of me. You are the best among us when it comes to changes in things. You are a great director, and you design the stage in a variety of ways every day. Tsk tsk, I'm afraid it changes every day, every day
Change, pursue individuality and inspiration, you are indeed the most 'fickle'!"
Director Liu burst out laughing: "Mr. Li is really good at talking. Come on, let me toast you!"
Li Fuyuan drank a glass of wine and swept Tian Xue's face with a trace of contempt.
Tianxue naturally understood what Li Fuyuan meant, but she remained calm and her eyes surrendered to Nimo Lan from time to time.
Nimolan just lowered her head to eat. She didn't want to look at the woman opposite, and she didn't want to cause other troubles. She just wanted to eat.
Just like that, after finishing the meal, Nimolan felt extremely tired.
Director Liu and Ruan Muhong got into Ruan Muhong's special car and left. Tianxue took Li Fuyuan's arm and said, "Fuyuan, I didn't drive, please take me home!"
Li Fuyuan said nothing.
Nimolan said politely: "I'm going to take the first step." Then he got into the taxi parked in front of him.
Li Fuyuan took Nimolan's forearm and stopped him: "I will take you back to the manor. By coincidence, I also want to go to the manor to see how my house is decorated."
Nimolan was stunned, Li Fuyuan's house in the manor?
Li Fuyuan scratched his head and said, "Get in the car and I'll explain it to you on the way."
Tianxue snorted softly and said, "Fuyuan, are you sure you don't want to send me back?"
"Your driver is here, why do you want me to take you there?" Li Fuyuan raised his chin at the car over there, smiled faintly, and opened the door for Nimolan.
Nimolan didn't look at Tianxue's angry look and got into the car with his head lowered.
Driving on the main road, Li Fuyuan said: "The reason why I gave the sea view room to Li Fuyuan is because I fell in love with a small white house in the manor. I like the style. I exchanged the sea view room with Ji Moxuan for that
It’s a small white house. It’s being renovated now. How about it? Do you want to take a look?”
Nimo Lan raised his wrist to look at his watch and shook his head: "No, it's very late today. Let Mo Xuan and I go see it together someday."
Li Fuyuan's smile froze, and he said again: "You don't have to remind me all the time that you are a married woman. You know, I am very angry now. When you asked Ji Moxuan in public on the runway, I almost
Pumping your fist."
Nimo Lan turned his face slightly and found that Li Fuyuan's expression was not as angry as he said, but smiling instead, so he retorted: "That's my husband, what's wrong with me kissing him? Besides, I said
It’s a fact, I’m not deliberately reminding you.”
"Well, I hope so," Li Fuyuan ran a red light at the first intersection and the speed of the car suddenly increased, "But even if you are unintentional, you'd better pay attention in front of me. I am such a person."
Ah, although I don’t get angry very often, once I get angry it can be very serious.”
"Although I don't know whether it's true or not, I try my best not to show affection to my husband in front of you." Nimolan once again glanced at Li Fuyuan's side face with a smile and warning, feeling a little angry for no reason.
The car braked suddenly, and the gate of the manor was in front of him.
Li Fuyuan did not move.
Nimolan sensed something was wrong and turned to look at Li Fuyuan.
Li Fuyuan was still smiling, but there was danger in that smile. He turned his face sideways, looked at Nimolan, and said softly: "Did you know, there are three monitors above our heads? What do you mean?
If the two of us kiss here, how will Ji Moxuan react?"
Nimo Lan instinctively frowned and backed away: "Don't be joking."
"Perhaps I have given you a misunderstanding. Although I like to joke a little, I never joke about the same thing twice." Li Fuyuan held Nimolan's chin, "I said
The fact that I have liked you so many times proves that what I said must not be a joke, do you understand?"