Chapter 1131

Until the end of this brief meeting, Mo Mo was in such a state of ignorance that he didn't even listen to the program schedule of tomorrow that the program group said.

Until they left and went back to the hotel room, she was still confused.

But for her now, the show is not the most important thing.

She closed the door, sat on the sofa, and began to call the man in red.

No response.

Mo Mo swallowed his saliva and continued to call for him.

She had no other way.

The relationship between the man in red and her has always been like this. All the initiative and control have always been in the hands of each other.

She didn't even know how to find each other.

So once something happens to her, she has no ability to deal with it.

Of course, at the beginning, the man in red never thought that he would be in a state of uncertainty.

It's just overconfidence.

Mo Mo shouted for a long time and waited for nearly an hour without any response.

She felt more and more uneasy in her heart, and began to think in a bad direction: is something wrong with him?

What will happen to him?

If something happens to him, then he

Mo Mo sat blankly on the sofa for a while, looking at the time, it was 4:30 in the afternoon.

She took a slow breath, got up, stooped, and pulled out a book from her own private suitcase.

She is going to write a song.

She likes music and has been fond of it since she was a child, but her talent can't support her love until she meets a man in red, which makes her have extraordinary talent.

In the past three years, Mo Mo likes to comfort himself with music when he is not happy or calm.

In recent years, in addition to some classic songs Mo Mo Mo gave her, she has also created several popular Golden Songs.

She sat at her desk, took a pen and dropped it on the hurried paper.

The sharp point of the pen remained motionless for a long time.

Mo Mo froze.

She stared at her hands and blank pages, stunned on the spot.

Time seems to be stagnant at this moment, her expression, her thinking and everything are fixed.

For a long time, outside the open window, a gust of wind blew in and moved the curtain a little.

And break the silence.

Mo Mo's face suddenly showed a look of panic.

She stared at the paper on the table and her hand holding the pen, as if she saw something frightening.

"I, I......"

Her lips trembled, her whole face quivered, like a fish on the brink of suffocation. She opened her mouth in vain and desperately, gasping for breath.

All of a sudden, her hand suddenly flew up, throwing the pen out of her hand.

He got up again mad, grabbed the notebook in his hand, tore it up and threw it on the ground.

"I......" She mumbled, but for a long time she couldn't say a complete word.

Her talent, her creative ability.

No more.

Just about the moment when I was ready to write, all the usual surging inspiration and various professional skills presented in my mind disappeared in a flash.

Don't say it's a catchy golden melody. She can't even write a common kowtow song.

What happened?

What happened?

See you later.