For a moment, Zhou Mujin looked at Mo Ye's eyes, which showed a bit of gentleness and expectation.
Mo Ye was almost furious. He was originally being sarcastic, but he didn't expect that this guy actually took it seriously, and she actually expected her to get him an autograph.
Who is he? He is Mo Ye! He has to lower his dignity for a few brats. How is that possible?
Zhou Mujin took this matter seriously. She looked at Mo Ye and said seriously: "Then I'll leave it to you."
Mo Ye was about to get angry. Why did he mention other men in front of Zhou Mujin when he had nothing to do? Is he crazy?
Seeing that she had been silent, Zhou Mujin was roughly interrupted by Mo Ye when she was about to speak out: "Watch your variety show."
Zhou Mujin frowned, a little unhappy, but still sat on the chair and watched TV without saying anything to him.
After watching the show, Zhou Mujin was ready to go to bed.
Mo Ye stood in front of the mirror and had doubts about his appearance for the first time.
In the middle of the night, he stared silently in the mirror for a long time, and finally made a phone call to harass Bo Jinyan.
After the call was connected, Bo Jinyan asked speechlessly: "What's the matter?"
Mo Ye looked at himself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and asked cautiously: "What do you think I look like?"
At that moment, he could almost feel the deep resentment coming from the other side of the phone.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, Bo Jinyan shouted angrily: "Are you sick? You called me in the middle of the night just to ask this."
Mo Ye also knew that it was bad for him to disturb people in the middle of the night, but there was nothing he could do.
He held his mobile phone and said calmly to the person on the other end of the phone: "Tell me honestly, what do I look like?"
Bo Jinyan was shocked by his brain circuit. He laughed coldly and said, "I think you didn't hurt your body, but your brain. You happen to be in the hospital too. Why don't you go see a brain department?"
Yes, so as not to leave any sequelae."
After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
Mo Ye seemed to be affected by his anger.
He rubbed his nose nonchalantly and stared feebly at himself in the mirror, young and handsome.
He's much better than those little chicks on TV, but why doesn't Zhou Mujin look at him? What's the point of staring at those little chicks all day long? They're not as handsome, tall or as tall as him.
He is mature.
Or has her eyesight deteriorated so much?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Mo Ye took a deep breath, washed his face, and went to bed angrily.
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By the next day, his mood had not improved. When he saw Zhou Mujin, he was like seeing a creditor who had not repaid his debt.
Zhou Mujin was almost frightened by his resentment. He asked speechlessly: "What's wrong with you? Didn't you get any rest last night? I don't think your face looks good. Why don't you call the doctor?"
Mo Ye shook his head and said expressionlessly: "I'm fine."
Zhou Mujin was even more surprised. If nothing had happened, would he be like this now? Could it be that he had done something to offend him?
But not really.
After watching TV last night, I went directly to bed. Could it be that this person made himself so angry?
Zhou Mujin shook his head and couldn't figure it out, so he just went about his own business and left Mo Ye aside.