As an elder brother, he should take a closer look.
"You mean, you agree to my marriage to Mercy?" Chu Muchen couldn't believe it. He had always thought that Mo Moqing was aloof before...
But meeting him today changed his mind.
"So what if you don't agree? You have already registered." Shen Moqing shrugged helplessly.
"..." Chu Muchen smiled awkwardly.
"Would you like to go out for a drink?" Silence Qing stopped and looked back at Chu Muchen.
Chu Muchen nodded, "Okay."
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USA.
"Young Master." A blond man with blue eyes stopped in front of a leather chair and nodded respectfully.
The back of a black revolving chair faced the man, and only his jet black hair could be slightly seen.
"Yes." The man on the leather chair responded calmly and slowly turned the chair.
The warm sunshine shining on his charming face seemed to turn into cold ice.
Murong Zetian rubbed his forehead and heart tiredly, "George, if you have anything to say, just tell me."
Damn it, when did he become like this?!
Ye Jiexuan's face in my mind and Ziyao's face in my memory slowly overlap... overlap.
He could hardly tell the difference, and this feeling made him panic.
"Young Master... This time we have a project to cooperate with... Mr. Gu." George was a little embarrassed. Of course he knew that the young master had become like this since he came back from China.
"Nanxi..." Murong Zetian's voice had no emotion and was a little inexplicably hollow.
So, are we going to see Ye Jiexuan too?
Damn it, why do you think of that woman again?!
He clearly loves Ziyao...why do he think of that woman again?!
Is it because they look so similar...
Murong Zetian closed his eyes and sank into the leather chair. Inexplicably, Ye Jiexuan's floor-length red dress at the dance that day flashed through his mind...
Perhaps it was because of longing for her for many years, or perhaps because she was so similar to Ziyao that it actually made him feel his heartbeat.
Ziyao...
Ye Jiexuan...
The figures of the two people gradually overlapped again. Murong Zetian opened his eyes and looked at George in front of him.
"Young Master...if you don't want to go, I can help you refuse."
"No, I'll be there. When?"
Murong Zetian's charming face was tired, and a lot of his sharpness had faded, making him even thinner.
"Three days later."
"Okay, I understand, you go down first."
Murong Zetian waved his hand, and George withdrew.
Why...does he have such an expectation?
She obviously loves Gu Nanxi, but maybe he, Murong Zetian, will never be able to enter her heart...
She and Nan Xi... match well...
The figure of Ye Jiexuan kept flashing through Murong Zetian's mind...
She held hands with Gu Nanxi...her happy smile...
And what he had done to her...
He had hurt her, and Gu Nanxi Zetian suddenly regretted that he had made Ye Jiexuan fall off the horse because of his impulse...
And I have never visited her...
Why do I always think of Ye Jiexuan so often?
Is it because she looks too much like Ziyao?
He actually...had feelings for the woman next to Gu Nanxi again.