Chapter 727

Fang Yuan stares at Mo Jincheng.

Indeed, there are a lot of people scolding her on Weibo.

It turned out that Nangong Che had sent her.

So people think that her relationship with Mo Jincheng is unusual.

Because Nangong Che is not a simple character.

Is that right?

Think about it, it's really terrible.

Once a lot of artists get involved, even when they think it's very common, it will be magnified.

And, the most terrible thing is that you don't know where you are, you have a pair of eyes staring at you.

Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng fearfully.

In recent years, is this man living under such surveillance?

Mo Jincheng also looks at her, two sword eyebrows slightly twist up, deep eyes is indifferent breeze.

As if nothing could shake him.

"I'll take care of it." He held out his slender hand and made a gesture of invitation, "come in."

Although the words are to an Qing to say, but his eyes, but is deeply see to square circle.

An Qing looks at Fang Yuan jealously.

Since she appeared, the man's eyes have always followed her, and never left.

Why?

She tried her best to make friends with each other.

But why can Fang Yuan occupy all the sight of Mo Jincheng as soon as he appears.

Why?!

She is not reconciled!

"Brother Mo, do you know what you are doing now? Do you know what the notice will be if Miss Fang is photographed in your room by fans

"You can go back."

Mo Jincheng's voice is very pleasant, like cello playing, but every note is cold to the bone marrow.

An Qing's body can't help shaking.

The coldness in those eyes was something she had never seen.

The impatience hidden in the eyebrows and eyes was small and weak, but she still saw it.

She said that she is the one who knows Mo Jincheng best in the world.

So, she also knows that at this time, she should go.

However, she is not reconciled, not reconciled, not reconciled.

Why can this woman make brother Mo a completely different person?

However, if she was not reconciled, she would still go.

No one can afford to provoke brother mo.

She had no choice but to stare at Fang Yuan and walk slowly to the door.

Fang Yuan stares at an Qing leaving, but in his mind, what emerges is an Qing's proud words.

Don't disturb our world.

Actually

She asked Mo Jincheng for an interview.

Nothing else.

"I..."

"Come in."

Mo Jincheng opens the door and his face is light.

He and she always keep a certain distance.

It's because Because of Anqing?

He's really a good boyfriend.

Fang Yuan looked at their distance, and his heart seemed to be torn vigorously.

Tearing.

Severe pain, wireless spread.

"Well." Chest sounds gently, but there is still no way to cover up the pain of the heart.

It really hurts.

It hurts.

She tries to pull her lips and follows Mo Jincheng to the villa.

Walking in, I found that this villa is full of artistic atmosphere.

There are many photos of masters around, black and white, but it has a deep feeling.

The exquisite decoration makes the house look very warm.

However, I always feel that something is missing.

She looked around and found that there was no one else in the house but them.

"I just moved here, so I haven't got anyone yet."

Mo Jincheng hands her the coat and explains naturally.

After a moment's hesitation, she reached for her clothes and hung them up.

All in one.

As if this action, often do.

Moreover, it's not the feeling of a servant, it's the feeling of a wife hanging clothes for her husband.

Ah, ah, ah.

Fang Yuan, what are you thinking.

I have a girlfriend!

Besides, the purpose of your coming here today is to have an interview!

Interview!

"Well," Fang Yuan nodded to understand, "there are villas here. On the one hand, no one wants to find a job. People like us all work in villas..."

After talking about it half way, Fang Yuan found that he was really good.

They don't care if they're willing to listen.Raised his head, on the ink Jincheng line of sight, but found that the other party is looking at her with interest.

Smile in eyebrows and eyes, warm, like the sun outside the window.

Fang Yuan's heart thumped.

At the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help smiling and said, "I Is it too wordy? "

Mo Jincheng shakes his head and turns to the kitchen.

"No, I like what you say. It's very lively."

It's like spring all around.

"Is it?" Fang Yuan was completely amused.

"By the way," she continued, looking at the background of Mo Jincheng, "in fact, you can publish recruitment online, which makes it easier to recruit people."

"No need." Mo Jincheng's voice came from his position, melodious, low, like a cello.

Fang Yuan stood in the same place and even wanted to close his eyes and enjoy it.

Mo Jincheng's voice came from the kitchen again: "because I'm an artist, so I have to be very careful."

Mo Jincheng's words make Fang Yuan's face red.

It's funny that she gave advice with her own passion.

He is older than himself and has more life experience. How can he not know how to recruit people online.

She

She was red faced, standing in the same place, at a loss.

From the kitchen came Mo Jincheng's voice: "however, I think your suggestion is really good."

Fang Yuan was stunned.

"That's right." His voice rang out again, "there is only orange juice and milk at home. What do you drink?"

"Ha?"

Fang Yuan shuffled to the kitchen.

Found Mo Jincheng standing in front of the refrigerator, a helpless face.

When I saw her, a look of embarrassment flashed across my face.

"Nothing else."

He scratched his head and pointed to the lonely orange juice and milk in the refrigerator. He was as innocent as he could be.

Fang Yuan burst out laughing.

The man in front of him is mo Jincheng.

It's just a child.

"There is no drink, you can drink boiled water."

"Boiled water?" Mo Jincheng looks at Fang Yuan in a puzzled way.

"You don't know what boiled water is, do you?" Fang Yuan asked with a smile.

Mo Jincheng also showed a little smile on his face: "I know. I just think it's a long time ago."

It's as if it's something from the last world.

"Where is the kettle?"

Fang Yuan didn't notice the sadness on Mo Jincheng's face, but began to look for the kettle to boil water.

Mo Jincheng looks at her appearance and can't help holding out his hand.

"Square and round."

"Well." Fang Yuan casually turns his head to look at the last pair of super serious eyes.

Her heart, with a bang, burst into colorful flowers.