Mo Yanyi left, and there was no one around him to follow him off the plane. He quickly dodged into a passage and walked towards a VIP private room.
He knocked lightly, and a man's voice came from inside the room: "Please come in."
The door was gently pushed open by Mo Yanyi
The wind gently stirred the gauze curtain by the window, and a stream of fresh air rushed towards him. Mo Yanyi's eyelashes fluttered slightly, his face was cold, but his eyes were like bright stars, and he inadvertently fell on the door opposite.
Sitting on Yingzhen's body
Yingzhen's expression was very calm, but his heart started to beat wildly at that moment.
Is this her little forest? No more
The man in front of me was radiant, well-dressed, and had piercing eyes, but his face was as cold and indifferent as a cold star, as if he didn't care about anything, yet he knew everything.
In ancient times, it was the emperor who dominated the world.
Her little Linzi, so magnanimous and domineering, will never again be the housekeeper who washes his hands and makes soup, nor will he ever again be the good lover who stoops to wash a girl's feet.
I will no longer talk to her affectionately in her ears: "梢洢, we are together"
He is Mo Yanyi, a wisp of dust on the road
Tears welled up in Ying Yanning's expression, and his throat became choked. He looked at her as if he were looking at a stranger.
If he had known that she looked exactly like Ye Beier, he didn't even have a look of surprise on his face.
Calm as water, but the most breathtaking ice water
Yingzhen's heart ached with coldness. Suddenly, she doubted whether she had enough courage to stand by his side and endure his cold eyes again and again while waiting.
If love is the most hurtful thing, it’s not that he doesn’t love you, or that you don’t love him because you were clearly in love with each other, but suddenly you can’t love him anymore. You are still with him, but you can’t synchronize with him anymore.
Our eyes can obviously still touch, but we can no longer stare at them
I have exhausted all my strength and overdrafted a lifetime of luck, but I can no longer get close.
We still have to face forgetfulness day by day!
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Mo Yanyi calmly withdrew his gaze from Yingzhen, no longer looking at her, but fell on Mo Qixuan
"Brother" Mo Qixuan stood up
Mo Yanyi just said quietly: "Have you explained everything?"
Mo Qixuan nodded: "Well, she has memorized all the information."
It's nothing more than understanding the relationship between the important figures of the three families, Mo, An, and Mu. Ying Zhen can understand it at a glance.
"Yes, let's go" Mo Yanyi turned around and left first, Yingzhen petrified on the sofa