Chapter 672

Jin Zuo naturally knows where to find her.

Once belonged to two people in the Cloud City love nest, now only her lonely one.

Mo Yin stood by the door and was not surprised to see Jin Zuo -

no matter whether things succeed or fail, there will be no other murderer. He may have come to ask questions or ridicule.

It doesn't matter.

It's important for him. Mo Huan is looking forward to his coming.

"The first lady is waiting for you, sir."

Mo Yin politely took his suit coat, just as he had been serving him at Mo's house before.

Jin Zuo didn't even give him a straight eye.

After tomorrow's court session, he may spend the rest of his life in prison, which is also the price he should pay.

The door opened, he strode in, the room was dim and the piano music poured out.

It's not a disc amplifier, it's Mo Huan playing it himself.

On the long dining table, there are candlesticks, flowers, wine glasses, and a white piano in the middle of the living room.

Mo Huan is wearing a fishtail dress. Her hair is curled up high. She is graceful and flexible. Her fingertips jump on the piano keys. Each note is accurate and composed into a gentle melody.

Yu Guangchu saw Jin Zuo coming, and she just finished playing the last note.

With her hands resting on the keyboard, her smile is calm and her beautiful facial features are full of grace. For Jin Zuo's sake, she can restrain herself from being a queen, put on the most elegant skirt and play the most beautiful piano music.

This is the agreement she made with him.

She said that she hoped that he would come to propose at such a romantic moment, and she wept with joy.

Two people hand in hand into the marriage, never separated.

Finally until today, but Mo Huan know, waiting for her is not a proposal, but an irreversible break.

A Liang where Miss, she just received the informant's message, and then open the red wine, oneself first drink a cup.

Her red lips were printed on the wine glass, which was high on the side of the grand piano.

"Coming?"

With a smile, she folded her skirt and stood up, holding up her wine glass. In a slightly drunken state, she was even more graceful.

Without waiting for Jin Zuo to speak, she leaned up, stroked his crisp shirt with her white hand, let her finger rest on his lips, and said in a soft voice:

"Shh, since you're here, just sit down and go."

Naturally, she took him by the arm and took people to the table. All the meals, desserts, red wine and cigars were Joe's favorite before. She knew it very well.

But that was in the past. Now Joe has changed and become more and more like Jin Zuo.

He thinks that the steak cooked by the chef is just like this. No matter how expensive a cigar is, it's not as good as a lychee flavored e-cigarette.

No matter how beautiful and elegant Mo Huan is, he can't make his heart palpitate.

But he is still a person who likes the sense of ceremony.

Whether it's proposing, getting married, or breaking up, he hopes there will be a ceremony for the two people to spend time with each other, and the white head will not communicate with each other all his life or old age.

Thinking of this, he shakes open the cloth and picks up the knife and fork.

The servant poured half a glass of red wine for him, and he held up his glass to greet Mo Huan:

"thank you for your hospitality."

Put oneself on the identity of a guest, not the host here, her husband, he is very clear about his position.

Mo Huan's smile is full of endless sadness and bitterness.

She then raised her glass:

"cherrs, my Joe."

She drank it all in one gulp. She didn't care whether she would get drunk quickly, but the sad fire in her heart kept burning again.

She had no water to put out the fire, only wine to help her.

How about that? If this is the last supper between her and him, what's the difference between plain living and angry farewell?

She put down her wine glass, supported her head with her white arm, and looked at Jin Zuo with a smile:

"how did you find out?"

Jin Zuo skillfully cut off a small piece of steak and sent it into his mouth gracefully.

After sipping a sip of wine and wiping her mouth, she said:

"you shouldn't look for a girl like a Liang. Her family background, knowledge and appearance won't make her have no background to check, but she appears on the list of hotel servants. You know I don't like a woman who has a strong purpose. I'll send her away. If she doesn't serve me, there's only Daisy left

Mo Huan nodded with a smile, made the fingers of complicated nails, and gently rubbed the wall of the cup.

It makes a tiny sound.

"Yes, you know me as well as I know you."

After a pause, she raised her sarcastic eyes and asked in a funny and sad voice:

"Joe, you keep saying that you have changed Oh, become that crazy little white? But if you really change, how can I understand you and calculate your reaction step by step?! In the end, you can find that it's because what you know about me has never changedShe sprang up from her seat.

The curled hair was loose because of her excessive force, and some of it hung down on her shoulders in confusion.

"I'm ruthless and unscrupulous. I'll bear to calculate. I'll rely on my understanding of you and plan step by step, but I can't win you in the end. I'm only worthy of winning this decisive wine!"

"You are wrong."