Chapter 409

When Tong Mo stood in front of Zimo's house, he finally stabilized his mood.

As soon as her hand was ready to be raised to ring the doorbell, the door was opened. Zimo poked her head out from inside and was very surprised to see Tongmo.

"Momo, you're here. I thought you couldn't find a place. I'm going out to meet you. Come on in!"

Purple Mo very enthusiastic pull Tong Mo walked in, also personally took her slippers, "you are the first time to my home, right? You've come so suddenly that I don't even care to clean up. "

Zimo's home has a strong Nordic style. The decoration design of the home is very exquisite. It is Nordic style, with white and blue as the keynote, it is elegant and full of high-quality style.

Tong Mo stood at the door and looked at the house carefully. He didn't know how many times better than the messy decorations he made.

Ou Tianqing gave her the task of decoration at home. She bought a little today and a little tomorrow. There are a lot of decorations at home, but they all look like raw and hard, not to mention the style.

There are even some Ou Tianqing forced into the cabinet, not allowed to appear again, Ou Tianqing has always said that Tong Mo has no vision.

"Mo Mo, come in!"

Zimo is busy pouring water for Tongmo in her ordinary household clothes. She is a goddess after all. She looks better than others in an ordinary household clothes.

"Sister Mo, the decoration in your house is really beautiful. Did you make all these decorations yourself?"

Purple Mo poured a glass of water for Tong Mo, and then also looked at his living room, "of course, I have to do it by myself. What I buy are all my favorite things. It's not bad if I do it by myself?"

"It's very nice. I love it."

If the goddess does it casually, it will be more beautiful than what she chooses. The little insect in Tong Mo's inferiority complex starts to make trouble again.

In front of Zimo, she is as humble as a caterpillar, and Zimo is a beautiful butterfly, or the most valuable species.

"Just like it. Come and sit down." Zimo sat on the sofa and patted her side. She had prepared some snacks. "I don't eat snacks. I just bought some from the convenience store. I don't know if you like them."

Tong Mo sits on the side of Zimo's body. Quan Yufei's words have been echoing in her ears, which makes her feel like weeds growing in her heart. She is very uncomfortable.

"Mo Mo, I saw you filming again on the news, and still with Ou Tianqing and Shangguan?"

Tong Mo nodded his head and laughed reluctantly, "yes, I'm in this business. I'm going to shoot the next play after I finish one."

"It's said that you're working with the two movie stars. How about that? Are you nervous?" Zimo began to ask questions like a gossip reporter.

"I've cooperated with both of them, and it's OK. Mo Jie, don't talk about me. How are you? It's said in your circle of friends that you are going to prepare for a trip, isn't it? "

Tong Mo remembers the state he saw in Zimo's circle of friends a few days ago.

"I haven't planned yet. I wanted to ask you out. Seeing you start filming again, I always feel that if I stay in one place for a long time, I have to go to another place to precipitate, think and filter."

Zimo's every smile is so moving, Tong Mo is deeply attracted by this woman.

So a woman can move another woman, and which man will not be moved by her?

"I'd like to go, too, but I'm too busy to do it now."

But Zimo smiles and shakes his head, "Mo Mo, you can't do this. You can't always trap yourself in work. After a long time, you will be numb. Life is fresh. You need to continuously inject fresh oxygen, so it's necessary to go out for a walk every other period of time. Remember what I said and relax yourself occasionally."

"Well, I'll take your advice and write it down."

Every word Zimo says makes Tongmo feel that it's a wise saying. Anyway, she can't say those words.

So goddess is goddess after all.

"Sister Mo, have you been learning cello since childhood?" Tong Mo began to explore bit by bit.

"I remember that I started learning when I was seven years old. My mother was a middle school teacher, and my father was an ordinary factory worker. My mother always thought that girls wanted to learn art, so she took me to art class. At that time, I thought cello was very popular, so I chose cello."

Recalling his childhood, Zimo's eyes seem to be more lonely.

"Since I was a child, table tennis has been hard for me, and learning cello must be hard, right? Besides, I heard that art classes are expensive. Unlike our athletes, they can get free tuition even if they get their grades. "

"It's really expensive to learn cello. My mother's salary for one month is not even enough for my tuition. She began to tutor others to maintain my tuition. It was really hard at that time, and my father's salary was not high. I didn't want to learn Cello for several times."

Tong Mo inquires into the first answer. Zimo's living conditions were not good when she was a child.

"Then what happened? Do you keep learning all the time? "

"The higher the cost of learning cello, the higher the cost. After I went to high school, my mother couldn't afford me any more, and my father kept blocking me, so I had to give up."

Zimo said with a wry smile, "when I was a child, I was also a child with a hard life."

"Then why did you start learning again?"

"Later..." Zimo picked up the banana on the table, peeled it open and took a bite. He didn't go on.

Tong Mo did not continue to ask this topic.

"Sister Mo, I remember you said last time that you had a love affair with Ou Tianqing. Why did you break up?"

Tong Mo's voice was timid when he said these words, but Zimo's smile solidified. She turned away from Tong mo.

"Why did you suddenly ask this?" Purple Mo appears a lot of formality, she will take care of the hair for a while, seems to be covering up his uneasiness.

"No, it's gossip. I'm just curious and gossip. If you think it's private, don't say it. I'm talkative." Tong Mo explains in a hurry. Although she wants to know, she suddenly doesn't want to know when she sees Zimo's expression, because the answer may make her collapse.

Purple Mo lowered her eyes, which seemed to ripple a layer of water wave like a star.

"In fact, there is nothing that can't be said, and it's not privacy."

Zimo finally looks directly into Tongmo's eyes, but Tongmo doesn't dare to look at Zimo. She takes a bag of snacks to cover up her inner uneasiness, pretending to be just gossip.

"Mo Mo, if I told you, would you look down on me?"

"No, it won't. how could it? Sister Mo, if you don't want to say it, don't say it. I don't have any other meaning. I'm sorry to recall your sad memories. "

Zimo threw the unfinished banana into the dustbin, "I'm pregnant."