"I was in a hurry when I came back and forgot about it next time," Yingzhen said with a smile.
Mo Yanyi sat at the dining table without saying a word
She suddenly felt that acting was really funny. It was obviously all fake, but it acted like it was real.
deceive others, deceive oneself
Mo Qixuan quietly whispered in her ear: "You are used to sitting on brother's right hand side. You said, it is convenient for you to carry food to him."
One sentence has two meanings: Beier's sitting habit and her habit of carrying food to Mo Yanyi. Yingzhen walked to Mo Yanyi's right hand and sat down.
Normally, Mo Kailin and his family don't dine here today just because Mo Yanyi is back and have a little gathering.
Mo Yanyi doesn't like to talk, so a meal will inevitably be boring
Ying Zhen brought him dishes several times. Mo Yanyi smiled slightly and brought her dishes twice. Everything was performed so naturally, as if he was repeating yesterday's story.
Mo Yiwei sat opposite Ying Zhen, looking at her from time to time, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
Mo Yiwen almost didn't look at her, and the eyes that occasionally came into contact showed indifference. With various signs, Ying Zhen could already guess who Belle was friends with and who she was unfamiliar with.
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The moonlight is in the sky, as cool as water. I slowly walked to the terrace with a small glass of red wine. The night breeze was cool and the tuberose in the garden exuded an intoxicating aroma.
Suddenly, I had the idea of going for a walk in the garden.
She drank the red wine from the glass and returned to the room. She didn't like taking the elevator, and always took the stairs step by step, as if leaving her mark on the passage of time.
The masters have all gone back to their rooms, and there are only a few servants tidying up the empty, wealthy but cold hall.
She walked quietly through the hall, not wanting to disturb them. She was wearing a long skirt, and the night breeze clung to her body.
The fragrance of tuberose became stronger and stronger. She stood on the flower stand and looked up at the fourth floor.
Mo Qixuan once told her that the fourth floor was a forbidden area, a paradise for Mo Yanyi. At this time, a warm light came from the house with the largest terrace.
What is he doing?
Is it because she has a strong connection or because God took pity on her desolate thoughts? Mo Yanyi slowly walked to the edge of the terrace and looked into the distance.
He put a cigarette in his mouth, and a small blue flame lit up. She seemed to smell the brief aroma of the burning match.