The depressed Lu Xiaoxiao didn't eat anything all day long. When Mo Yu came home, housekeeper Sima walked out of her room with a chopstick of untouched food.
Mo Yu glanced at the tray in Butler Sima's hand, changed his clothes, and opened the door of Lu Xiaoxiao's room.
"Why don't you turn on the light?"
Mo Yu's voice startled Lu Xiaoxiao, who was sitting in a daze on the sofa with her pillow and bare feet.
"What's wrong? Who made you unhappy?"
Then the light outside the door turned on, and Mo Yu saw the tears on Lu Xiaoxiao's face!
Strangely enough, watching this girl cry, Mo Yu suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.
"Let's take you to a good place"
Mo Yu stood in front of the sofa and stretched out his hand to Lu Xiaoxiao!
Lu Xiaoxiao slowly raised his head and saw a big palm in front of him
How great it would be if Yunlong could reach out to himself like this!
Lu Xiaoxiao was like a timid rabbit, shrinking into a hole of inferiority, and stretched out a pale and weak hand.
Her hands are so cold!
The moment Lu Xiaoxiao's hand was put into her palm, Mo Yu suddenly remembered the scene three years ago. Her hand was also so cold, so cold that there was no life at all!
Splendid years!
Lu Xiaoxiao really didn't expect that Mo Yu would bring him to the Splendid Years!
Standing at the door and looking up at the glory of the camouflage, Lu Xiaoxiao felt inferior and understood a truth.
I can never compare with her! She is noble, she is beautiful, she is the goddess held by all the stars, but I am humble, unbearable, and even reduced to filth.
"Rum!"
Mo Yu sat in front of the stage and ordered a glass of wine out of habit.
"Would you like to try it?"
Hearing Mo Yu's question, Lu Xiaoxiao shook his head.
The cheerful drumbeats didn't seem to arouse Lu Xiaoxiao's interest. She stared blankly at a group of men and women on the dance floor twisting their bodies happily.
"Boss!"
In the dim light, a fat man walked over, and Mo Yu glanced at him with a pair of sharp eyes.
"Hehe, is she Xiaolu?"
Hearing that Nangong Xiang had given Lu Xiaoxiao such an affectionate nickname, Mo Yu suddenly felt that the alcohol he drank was sour.
"You also called Xiaolu?"
"Yes! Yes! The boss's woman! You can't scream! You can't look! You can't talk about it casually."
Seeing Nangong Xiang's flattery, Mo Yu stretched out his long arm and patted Nangong Xiang's back, "This time, I'll remember it for you, next time..."
"Little road..."
Before Mo Yu finished speaking, Nangong Xiang suddenly shouted. Mo Yu angrily slapped Nangong Xiang on the forehead, "How dare you scream!"
Nangong Xiang looked at Mo Yu pitifully and pointed his finger in the direction of Lu Xiaoxiao. Mo Yu raised his hand high. Nangong Xiang was so scared that he hugged his head tightly and shouted Uru Uru.
Saying, "Boss, the path is gone!"
Mo Yu was startled, and when he looked back, the seat next to him was empty?!