Chapter 72

She tugged her hand tightly, took a deep breath, and tried to make her voice sound calm. In a light tone, she opened her mouth and said to him, "don't worry, I like you. No one will like you."

Mo Xiu Chen dun for a while, immediately the corners of the mouth smile not to reduce of nod, the eye ground is actually cold ice innumerable.

"It's better."

Concise five words, inexplicably let the heart of wenyiyi like something stabbed, some pain.

She frowned and suppressed the discomfort.

The atmosphere became a bit awkward after he finished the five words.

Wen Yiyi pursed her lips and silently moved to one side. Then she got up and went to the tea table. She picked a good snack. She looked up at Mo Xiuchen, then took the snack and sat down on the single sofa behind her. Then she began to eat.

Seeing that she didn't sit here again, Mo Xiu Chen lifted his eyelids, swept her one eye, and quickly drew back his eyes.

Is an Jing, Mo Xiu Chen's mobile phone ring suddenly rang up.

He frowned a little invisible, then took out the mobile phone, did not see who the caller is, he connected the phone.

The tone was not very good. I gave a "hello" over there.

"Brother, where are you?" Mo Qingling's crisp voice came from the other end through the mobile phone.

At this time, she is the most remote side of the dance hall, staring at a pair of watery eyes around.

Mo Xiuchen pondered for a moment, got up and went out to have a look. As soon as he went out, he saw Mo Qingling, who was standing not far in front of him, stretching his neck to look East and West, and the city of song who came with her.

"Behind." He said in a faint voice.

Mo Qingling turns around and sees the man standing in front of him.

She blinked and then snapped off the phone.

Mo Qingling pulls the nearby city of song and steps on a pair of crystal shoes that don't fit. He runs here and is not afraid of falling.

"Brother, I miss you so much!" Mo Qingling bumped into his arms, clasped the man's waist tightly in his hands, put his face close to his chest and rubbed it gently.

Then stand straight body, Mo Qingling to Mo Xiuchen behind looked a few eyes, curious asked: "how on your own? What about winiyi? She didn't come with you? "

"It's sitting over there." Mo Xiuchen gave her a direction.

As soon as Mo Qingling's eyes brightened, he gave him a kiss on his face and ran to Wen Yiyi with his skirt: "little sheep..."

Mo Xiuchen took back his eyes, turned to look at the city of song, and nodded at him, saying hello.

Song Zhicheng walked up to him with a smile, raised his hand and beat Mo Xiuchen lightly on his shoulder.

Taking back his hand, song Zhicheng joked: "I heard Qingling say that Tang Xinyue also came. How, did you see someone?"

Smell speech, the man raises Mou son, cool of a glance at him: "do you say?"

"Listen to your tone, see?" Song Zhicheng couldn't help laughing.

Looking at the man's face, song Zhicheng didn't mention this topic again.

"Is it done?" Mo Xiuchen asked.

The city of song winked at him, "if I'm here, isn't it OK?"

"But Are you sure no one will find out? " Song Zhicheng said, and frowned again, "when the time comes, you will be found, and your reputation as president will be..."

Mo Xiu Chen turns round to see him one eye, lip Cape pulls to pull, didn't speak, turned round to walk.