In Chapter 8: Ruoli
Chapter 8: Ruoli
KFC was crowded and lively on Saturday.
Mo Sheng never expected that Yi Chen would actually bring her here, so she pulled Yi Chen’s sleeve: “Yi Chen, didn’t you go to the wrong door?”
"No."
"Didn't you say before that this was a place only children liked?"
"You used to like this place too." A flash of light flashed across Yi Chen's face. Unappreciated irritation.
Uh...
"Then I'll take the seat." Mo Sheng wisely picked an easy job.
Sitting by the window on the second floor, after taking two bites of the burger, Mo Sheng couldn’t eat anymore. She shook her Coke and talked to Yi Chen word by word, talking about her without knowing how. Just translated something.
Yi Chen raised his eyebrows as he listened: "When did you become so interested in the law?"
"Well...it's always good to know more about the law."
< p>"That's not necessary." Yi Chen half-smiled, "You can continue to be your legal practitioner. As long as you don't want a divorce, I can help you."What? Mo Sheng was stunned, was he kidding?
"Xiao He, why are you here?" A surprised female voice sounded behind Mo Sheng. Mo Sheng turned her head and saw a woman in her thirties leading a pair of cute twins towards her. They come.
"Uncle He!" The twins shouted loudly in unison, and one of them said ghostly, "Uncle He, your girlfriend is so beautiful."
"Fang Jian." Yi Chen He stood up and said hello. This woman who looked very smart and capable was a prosecutor from the District Procuratorate. Yi Chen had a case in his hands and she was the prosecutor.
Fang Jian patted his son’s head and said, “Don’t be too big or too small.” Then he smiled and said to Yi Chen, “Lawyer He is too shabby. It’s a waste of your daily income. How can you hire someone? Eat at this kind of foreign roadside stall."
Yi Chen smiled: "Some people like to eat."
This "someone" doesn't mean her, Mo Sheng muttered in her heart. I did like it when I was in college, but if I still like it after staying abroad for so many years, there is something wrong with my taste.
"Why, the barrister Hong Luan Xing has moved?" Who is Fang Jian? He came from the Procuratorate. Observing words and expressions is a professional quality. He immediately heard the ambiguity in He Yichen's short five words. . He looked at Mo Sheng casually, and it seemed that this student-like woman was different to He Yichen.
"Where." Yi Chen hastily led him there without answering, "I heard that Fang Jian is about to be promoted. I would like to congratulate him first."
"I haven't even written a word yet. "Although Fang Jian was overjoyed, he still spoke modestly and said after a moment of hesitation, "Xiao He, I wanted to ask you the last time I saw you, but I answered the phone and forgot about it. Did you take the case?"
"Nothing, it's just that his relatives came for consultation."
Wei Daguang turned out to be the deputy mayor of a prefecture-level city and was suspected of embezzlement and misappropriation of funds. Over 100 million, there have been many reports about this case in newspapers recently. Mo Sheng works in the well-informed media industry, so naturally she has heard about it, but these news always remind her of some unhappy past events, so she seldom pays attention to them.
Prosecutor Fang smiled reassuringly: "If you take this case, I will be worried. But I have told people in our office that Xiao He never takes this kind of corruption and bribery case. "As he spoke, he sighed, "If all lawyers were like you, how could some criminals get away with it?"
"The prosecutor has given me a reward. Criminals also have the right to be defended. It's just me who doesn't take this kind of case. Reason."
Personal reasons?
The speed of Mo Sheng stirring the ice cubes slowed down obviously, and she looked a little lost when she looked at Yi Chen's dull expression.
Fang Jian said with a smile: "No matter what, it will be much easier if you don't pick me up. Well, I have to leave too. My dears, say goodbye to your uncle."
"Uncle, goodbye sister!" the twins said in unison.
"What uncle, sister, are you screaming!" Fang Jian knocked on his precious son and took him away one by one.
As soon as they left, the originally lively atmosphere immediately cooled down. Mo Sheng's mind was still wandering about the "personal reasons" Yi Chen mentioned, and she had to think about herself.
“Yi Chen.” Mo Sheng lowered his head and poked the ice cubes floating on the Coke with a straw, “Do you mind about my father’s affairs?”
Yi Chen There was no sound, and Mo Sheng lacked the confidence to continue: "Actually, my father is a very nice person, and those things..."
"This has nothing to do with me."
Pulse up the courage What he just said was interrupted by Yi Chen stiffly.
The straw in Mo Sheng’s hand did not hit the ice cube, but hit the cup directly. The cup tipped over, and the coke spilled all over the table, dripping along the edge of the table onto Mo Sheng’s white sweater.
After being stunned for several seconds, Mo Sheng picked up a paper towel and wiped the Coke on the table mechanically and quickly. She wiped it carefully and hard, but her fingers were trembling slightly.
What did he say? Yi Chen closed his eyes.
The second time.
I couldn’t control myself for the second time.
After calming down, Yichen leaned forward and took the tissue in her hand: "I'll do it.
”
When Mo Sheng came to her senses, the tissue in his hand had changed hands. He lowered his head and concentrated on wiping the stains on her sweater. His slender fingers were firm and strong, passing through her hair. Through the gap, you can see his determined eyebrows...
Yi Chen, very close.
What is it that is so far away?
" I won't go to the office this afternoon. "Mo Sheng's tone was low.
Yi Chen stopped his hand and looked at her, with unknown emotions in his dark eyes.
"I'm going shopping, I want to buy something. thing. Mo Sheng whispered, "I can't help you anyway." ”
In fact, there is nothing to buy at all.
Walking aimlessly on the crowded streets, Mo Sheng felt a little depressed. Maybe it was a mistake to choose to go shopping. In such a lively environment, just It will only make lonely people even more lonely.
This month has been like a dream.
The two people who were almost strangers suddenly had the most intimate relationship. There is no buffer, and all the processes are skipped, but the unfamiliarity and difficult knots caused by years of separation cannot be skipped.
Her previous marriage. /p>
It seemed that the problem was all her fault.
I visited several stores and tried on two sweaters. Looking at the person in the mirror, I always felt that something was wrong. .
It probably comes from my heart.
The best place to find a haircut in the city is a clothing store. He looked up and saw it.
Art Barber?
It was such a familiar name. Mo Sheng searched it in his mind and finally remembered that it was a shop that Xiao Hong had highly recommended. Hong's taste has always been terrible, but with so many people waiting inside, not everyone is like Xiao Hong.
She opened the door and sat down, and it was her turn after more than an hour.
"How do you want to cut it, Miss?" "The barber asked.
"Just make it shorter. "
"That's it? ”
“Yeah. ”
“Great. Mr. Barber was a little weirdly happy, "I like to play freely." "The last sentence was close to talking to himself, so Mo Sheng didn't pay much attention to it. After waiting for more than an hour...
Mo Sheng stared at the person in the mirror, how could that happen?
"Why is it like this? "It's jagged, like it's been chewed by some animal.
"You don't think it looks good? "The barber stared at her menacingly, the scissors in his right hand were shining coldly, and the hair dryer in his left hand was whirring.
"Uh... no. Mo Sheng immediately became mighty and submissive, "Actually, if you look carefully... it's very good." "
"Really? Mr. Barber looked at Mo Sheng, who looked sincere, suspiciously, "What do you think is better?" "
What's better? Does combing or not combing have the same effect?
"Well...that's very...artistic, yes, very artistic. "Remembering the name of the store, Mo Sheng nodded affirmatively.
"Really? "This "really" has a completely different tone. Mr. Barber was so proud that his hair almost flew up.
With a wave of his hand, the professional murder weapon drew a beautiful arc in the air: "You I don’t want any money for my head. "
She doesn't want money for her head? Why does it sound so bloody? Mo Sheng carefully confirmed: "You mean I don't have to pay? ”
“Yes, free. "
"Why? "Mo Sheng was stunned. If Mr. Barber's expression hadn't been so arrogant, Mo Sheng would have almost suspected that he had damaged his haircut and was afraid to accept the money.
The barber shook his head, as if no one could understand him. Loneliness: "Don't you know that art is priceless? So in my shop, we only charge money for severed haircuts, because they are failed works rather than art..."
It's a very artistic logic, because the people listening don't understand it at all.
p>After escaping before being successfully brainwashed by Mr. Barber, Mo Sheng consciously walked aside. Along the way, she couldn't help but frequently look into the windows of the shops on the roadside. The people in the windows were also frowning with messy hair. Looking at her.
Staring at the glass, the more she thought about it, the funnier she became.
The people passing by looked at her inexplicably, and it was hard to imagine that anyone was talking about it. Still so happy with such hair
“Miss, would you like to come into the store and take a look? ”
The clerk’s warm greeting rang out, and Mo Sheng realized that she had been staring at the model in the window for a long time. When she was in a daze, she liked to stare at something without moving her eyes. Yi Chen used to do it. She often stares at her with horror.
"Okay. "Mo Sheng walked into the store with a little embarrassment under the attentive smile of the clerk.
The store sold men's clothing from a well-known brand. Mo Sheng was just looking around, but stopped in front of a windbreaker. Stop.
It's a very simple style, the color Yi Chen likes... His hand couldn't help but touch the collar, imagining that it would look good if Yi Chen wore it.
"Miss Bangnan." Are your friends buying clothes? This is the latest model this year. It’s now 20% off, only 3,200. "
Mo Sheng was stunned when she heard it. It was so expensive. It was almost her monthly salary. How could she bring so much money with her. She shook her head apologetically to the clerk, who smiled kindly.
When he walked to the door of the store, he still felt reluctant to part with it. This dress really suited him. Mo Sheng suddenly thought of the card Yi Chen had given her.
Walked back quickly: "Can I swipe my card here?"
The sound of "shuashua" stopped. "Miss, please sign here."
I picked up the pen and almost wrote my name out of habit. Fortunately, I remembered in time that this was Yi Chen's card and I should sign "He Yichen".
He Yichen...a name I have written many times.
What was she angry about when she had a bet with Yi Chen that time? She doesn’t remember much. She only remembers that she went to self-study alone. She took advanced mathematics and was working on the problems. She was clearly a drafter. When she came to her senses, the paper was filled with "He Yichen" written all over it.
Then Yi Chen's voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Mo Sheng, you wrote it wrong." He looked at her, his eyes smiling.
"Where is it?" The shame of being caught disappeared immediately, and he picked up a pen and wrote to him one stroke at a time, "He Yichen", what's wrong?
"The order of the strokes is wrong. The 'ke' to the right of 'He' should be written first with the '口' inside, and then the vertical tick... Come on, write it again."
She must have been fooled by his seriousness. She actually picked up the pen and prepared to write again seriously. It wasn't until he finished writing the word "He" that he realized: "He Yichen, why should I write your name!"
Mo Sheng handed the signed form to the clerk, who smiled and gave the bag to her: "Welcome to visit next time."
The memories of the past made the mood that had just improved begin to fall again. When he walked out of the store, Mo Sheng stood blankly.
The sweetness of the past is out of reach, but the sadness of reality is never far away. When can they regain their former happiness? And when will such recurring thoughts stop?
Thinking that Yi Chen would not go back so early, Mo Sheng had dinner on the street and didn't get home until after eight o'clock.
Opening the door, the room was indeed dark.
While fumbling with the light switch, a deep male voice sounded.
“Back?”
“Yi Chen?” Mo Sheng, who was not prepared, was startled.
The sound came from the balcony. Yichen's tall body turned his back to her and did not turn around.
The air between them was somewhat depressing.
"Why don't you answer the phone?" Yi Chen asked solemnly, with a little red light burning between his fingers.
What phone number? cell phone? Mo Sheng took out her cell phone from her bag and found that it had been turned off. "The phone is out of battery."
Out of battery? That's right. Yi Chen seemed to relax suddenly, and his voice suddenly sounded a little tired.
“You should go to bed early.”
“Yes.” Mo Sheng responded, thought for a while, and said with determination: “Yichen, I have something to say. You said."
"What did you say?"
Mo Sheng bit her lower lip and said, "I don't think we look like a couple. We..."
"Really?" Yi Chen said with a hint of mockery, "What should a couple look like? You should be much more experienced in this aspect than me."
There was no sound behind him for a long time, and Yi Chen extinguished it. Smoke, turn around, Mo Sheng is standing there three or four meters away with a bag in hand, her lips pursed tightly and her face pale.
“I bought clothes for you.” Mo Sheng stared at the floor and said softly, “I just used your card to swipe it. Do you want to try it?”
The sting that suddenly struck his heart made Yi Chen clenched his fists subconsciously.
For so many days, all he imagined was that one day Mo Sheng would stand in front of him again, reach out and touch her, and it would no longer be an illusion. Now that she was truly standing in front of him, what else could he ask for?
"You..." Yi Chen softened his tone, then paused suddenly, staring at her hair with a livid face.
Aware of his intense gaze that could not be ignored, Mo Sheng raised her head. Is he looking at her hair? She was a little embarrassed immediately. "...I cut my hair."
"I have eyes to see." With a hard tone, something condensed in Yichen's eyes. Finally, he turned back with restraint, as if he couldn't even look at her more. Can't stand it.
He lit another cigarette quickly, and after a long time, he said in an extremely depressed voice: "Go to bed."
"But..."
"Don't talk to me now." He interrupted her roughly.
Although she was so tired from shopping, Mo Sheng was not sleepy at all. She lay on the bed and listened to his footsteps from the balcony to the study room. After a long time, he went from the study room to the guest room, and then there was a sound of the door closing. , finally there was silence.
Mo Sheng didn’t know when she fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day, my throat felt very itchy and uncomfortable. Based on years of experience, I probably had another cold.
Yi Chen was no longer at home, so Mo Sheng found some medicine to take, and had a hasty lunch. She still felt uncomfortable, so she went to bed.
When she woke up, it was dark outside the window. Yi Chen was standing in front of the bed, his hand resting on her forehead, his expression a little serious.
Mo Sheng looked at him and suspected that he was dreaming.
Yichen moved his big hand: "Get up, I will take you to the hospital."
"Uh..." Don't be so exaggerated, "I just have a cold."
"You have a fever.
"
"I have taken medicine. "Mo Sheng said insistently.
He looked at her, nodded, stood up and walked away without saying anything else. Mo Sheng thought he would no longer insist, but for some reason she felt slightly disappointed.
Unexpectedly, Yi Chen walked to the closet and took out her clothes and placed them in front of her.
“Do you want to change it yourself or should I help you change it? ”
The liquid in the infusion tube fell drop by drop, but she still came to the hospital.
Remembering that someone had almost forced her to change clothes, Mo Sheng suddenly blushed and became angry. Looking at the person opposite who was looking at the document,
As if he felt her gaze, Mo Sheng looked up,
Yi Chen didn't care, as if he had remembered. What? She stood up and went out. When she came back, she took an entertainment newspaper and put it in her hand.
Mo Sheng pretended not to see it and took a newspaper left by someone else from the empty seat next to her and started reading. .
Yi Chen raised his eyebrows and let her go. His wife wanted to learn more, so it might be a good idea to study securities investment.
Mo Sheng stared at the hand. The newspaper that came. What was it! Most of it was a mess of pictures, but there were only a few words, and a bunch of numbers and professional terms made her even more dizzy.
Regret! >My eyes glanced at the colorful newspaper... I really wanted to take it and read it. Then I looked at Yi Chen. He was lowering his head, as if he was very focused.
He probably wouldn't notice... His hand moved over quietly, and when he was about to get it, Yi Chen suddenly turned over a page of the document, and then immediately pulled it back again.
Forget it! It was only more than an hour, so it was very tiring. .
This is okay, but some things are not. After half an hour, Mo Sheng started to feel uneasy.
Yi Chen noticed her movement and frowned. He turned to an aunt in her fifties next to her and said, "Can you help me? "
After coming back from the bathroom, Mo Sheng couldn't help but ask him after a while: "How do you know what I want to do? "
He didn't even bother to raise his head, and sparingly threw her four words: "General inference. "
This man! Mo Sheng glared at him.
After returning from the hospital, Yi Chen stared at Mo Sheng and then turned off the lights in the bedroom and went to the study.
< p>I don’t know whether it was because of sleeping too much in the afternoon or because of the intravenous drip, but Mo Sheng felt much better and didn’t want to sleep at all. She turned around on the bed and suddenly thought of something and almost jumped up.Oh my god! She is going to Hong Kong tomorrow and she has not prepared anything. I really don’t know what she has been doing these past two days, but she has completely forgotten such an important thing.
Hurrying up from the bed, she took out her travel bag and started packing her things.
Her movements were too hasty and her documents fell to the ground. Mo Sheng leaned over to pick them up, but a hand picked them up faster than her. Get up.
Huh?
As soon as he stood up, his wrist was grabbed tightly, and Yi Chen held the ID, with a haze in his eyes: "What are you doing? "
"...Pack up your things. " His grip on her wrist was very painful. Mo Sheng tried to break away, but he held her tighter.
His eyes glanced at the luggage that had been almost packed aside, and the haze in Yi Chen's eyes became thicker: "where are you going? "
Remembering that she hadn't told him yet, Mo Sheng replied obediently: "Hong Kong. "
Hong Kong?
Yi Chen's anger gradually gathered. If he hadn't been just right, no, it wasn't just right at all! If he hadn't wanted to come and see if she had slept well, tomorrow morning, she would Did she disappear without a trace without him knowing anything about it?
Does she have any sense of being a wife? Does she understand that she is already his wife, and she will never be married again? Can't she leave him alone like before?
The wounds from the past were torn open, Yi Chen's hand tightened uncontrollably, and his gloomy eyes stared at her without relaxing. : "Okay, tell me, how many years will you go this time? "
What is he talking about? Mo Sheng felt the cold stupor coming back again, and the pain on her wrist became increasingly difficult to ignore: "Yichen, can you let me go first? "
Let her go?
Don't even think about it!
With a strong pull, she fell into his arms. Yichen lowered his head and kissed her fiercely She was not gentle, fierce and angry.
That kind of kiss almost swallowed her whole body, leaving her no room to breathe. He tightened his grip, as if he wanted to rub her into his body and become a part of him from now on.
"Yichen..." Mo Sheng wanted to escape from his grasp, and she clearly felt the message in his movements. He was so angry, but he didn't understand why.
However, her weak call only catalyzed his passion, and the little struggle deepened his desire to control her. He pressed her onto the bed and held her tightly. Controlling her firmly, he looked at Mo Sheng beneath him with deep eyes, that was the only thing he wanted.
"Mo Sheng, this is a marital obligation. "
He sucked on her delicate skin, forcefully leaving his mark on her body. The forced and direct movements made Mo Sheng gasp slightly.
"... pain. ”
Yi Chen paused slightly.
pain? Does she also know what pain is?
The pain is the huge hole that cannot catch her slight smile after returning from the midnight dream. It is the inexplicable loss of concentration no matter what she does. It is the more joy that follows every success. Loneliness...
How could she understand!
At those times, Mo Sheng, you were in the arms of another person.
Half of her pajamas were torn apart by him and half taken off around her waist, trapping her hands so that she could not move and could only let him do whatever he wanted.
The sight he saw in his eyes and the intoxicating touch under his hands made Yi Chen's rationality completely flow away. He stared at her with burning eyes. This was what he desperately longed for, what he had imagined countless times... and suppressed. Seven years of desire could no longer be suppressed and completely overwhelmed him.
The palms of his hands wandered wantonly over every piece of forbidden land he wanted to possess, and his passionate kisses were imprinted on every inch of skin he wanted to possess... That kind of passion with a hint of hatred made Mo Sheng Unable to think, feeling groggy, as if in a psychedelic state.
Until that strange and sharp ringtone rang, she was shaken back from her drifting mind, and she vaguely remembered that this strange ringtone was exclusive to Xiaohong.
"Mobile phone..."
Can she still think of mobile phones now? Yi Chen increased his strength, but gradually the continuous ringing sound made him unable to ignore it. He let go of her slightly and reached out to turn off the phone.
Mo Sheng finally had a chance to breathe well, but she suddenly started coughing. She had a cold, but now she couldn't stop coughing.
The ringing of the mobile phone stopped, and the only sound in the bedroom was her violent coughing.
Yi Chen was still half-pressing on her, but did not continue. The lost sanity came back little by little. The skirt of Mo Sheng's clothes underneath him was messy, and the red marks on her body seemed to accuse him of his roughness just now. He could even feel her body trembling slightly.
A wave of self-loathing gripped him. He Yichen, you have already forced her to marry you, and now you want to force her to go to bed with you?
He gave a wry smile: "Why are you going to Hong Kong?"
"On a business trip, the magazine wants to discuss cooperation with a publishing house in Hong Kong. Yi Chen, it only takes a few days. I forgot to tell you." Mo Sheng explained everything clearly.
Yi Chen remained silent.
What was he doing just now? Marital rape?
Yi Chen calmed down his rapid breathing, suppressed the raging emotions, and started to help her arrange her clothes. When he buttoned up her underwear, he felt her tremble slightly, and there was a little uneasiness in his eyes.
“I won’t do anything to you.” He whispered, smiled mockingly, stood up and left the bedroom. Mo Sheng only heard a loud bang, and she was the only one left in the bedroom again. People.
The weird ringtone rang unyieldingly again, Mo Sheng moved her hand to pick up the phone, and Xiao Hong's excited voice came: "A Sheng, A Sheng, there is something else you must not forget to help me with." Bring it, buy it very cheaply in Hong Kong..."
After she finally finished talking, Mo Sheng closed the phone and wanted to smile, but couldn't.
She will go to Hong Kong tomorrow, and they, like this?
Wandering and wandering, finally pushed the door open.
There was only a dim lamp on in the guest room. Yi Chen sat back on the bed, looking at her intently. The ashtray beside him was already full of cigarette butts.
Mo Sheng quietly walked to the other side of the bed, placed her pillow next to his pillow, lifted a corner of the quilt, lay down carefully, and closed her eyes.
Yi Chen made no move and lit another cigarette.
After a while, Mo Sheng whispered: "Can you turn off the light? I want to..."
The word "sleep" disappeared into the air, and she Suddenly, she was picked up in the air and sat on his lap, tightly imprisoned in his arms. His warm breath blew on her neck, and Yichen's low and hoarse voice was filled with imperceptible tension.
"Do you know what it means for you to do this?"
How could you not know?
Mo Sheng lowered her eyes and raised her finger to write on his heart.
One stroke, two strokes, three strokes... She is writing...
Yi Chen was shocked and grabbed her restless hand, her eyes containing too many emotions Stare at her.
"Mo Sheng, how could you torture me like this?"
The moment she touched his heart, she felt no distinction between joy and sorrow, attacking her lips, wanting to prove that she was at this moment of truth.
When he finally let her go, Mo Sheng was out of breath and leaned softly on his chest.
Such silence was so ambiguous, Mo Sheng uneasily wanted to find something to say.
"Yichen, I have a cold." Isn't he afraid of being infected?
"I know, I won't bully you now."
Yichen hugged her, helpless and resigned to his fate.
Huh? Mo Sheng was a little dazed. Did he misunderstand something?
But...should she say that she didn't mean it?
She doesn’t want it! It was as if she wanted him to "bully" her, and he would definitely laugh at her in the future.
"Actually, you can... bully."
Ugh! Who is speaking? It must not be her! Mo Sheng was extremely upset.
Yi Chen was silent. Didn't he hear it? Mo Sheng felt relieved just now, but found that the buttons on her chest had been quietly unbuttoned... her soft white shoulders were gradually exposed to the cold air, and her delicate skin was covered with the kiss marks he had just ravaged, which were very deep and clear. , it can be seen how hard he worked just now, but now he just wants to bully her again...
The hot lips touched her skin again, ironing the traces left last time...
p>
“Mo Sheng, did I hear correctly?” Yi Chen’s voice was hoarse.
Mo Sheng was speechless. He had already executed it so thoroughly and yet he still asked such a question!
The passion that had been extinguished was so easy to rekindle, Yi Chen suddenly picked her up and walked to the bedroom, placing her on the bed in the bedroom.
"Still here."
What's the difference? Mo Sheng didn't understand, but she no longer had the energy to ask. Yi Chen's hot male body covered her body, and his hot lips and tongue dominated her, leading her tossing and turning in a world she had never experienced before, until The passion subsided...
Mo Sheng fell asleep in a daze, but after all, her sleep was restless. She woke up at some unknown time in the middle of the night, and found an empty room next to her. She looked around the room and found that she had Chen stood in front of the window.
Perhaps it was because of the dark night, but Mo Sheng suddenly felt that his back was so heavy that it was suffocating. He seemed to be aware of her gaze and turned back. In the dark night, he couldn't see what was in his eyes.
He put out the cigarette, walked over, lifted the quilt and lay beside her, hugging her quietly.
Mo Sheng was quiet for a long time and couldn't help but say, "Yichen, what are you thinking about?"
There was uneasiness in his voice.
"Nothing, just figured something out."
Thinked about something? Mo Sheng wanted to ask, but he kissed her.
“Mo Sheng, grow your hair long.”
“Huh?” Although she didn’t understand how to say this, Mo Sheng’s attention was still diverted, and she was very worried Asked him, "Is my hair ugly?"
Yi Chen raised the corners of his mouth.
No.
Because, that way...
You will have more.
He kissed her hair, destroying her fragile confidence: "Mo Sheng, you are really ugly.
”
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