Make do with it?
How can marriage make do.
Fang Jiamei was disgusted with the man for a moment. She slowly went to the sofa and sat down. Holding the pillow, she could not help thinking about the man.
He looks very serious. He doesn't feel like a joke at all.
Besides, Zicong is gone. She can make do with anyone
Fang Jiamei was so excited that she patted herself on the face.
What's on her mind?
She's trying to make do with that man?
It's terrible!
How could she do that!
When she picked up the picture of Zicong on the table, Fang Jiamei frowned and said, "don't worry about Zicong. I won't fall in love with others. Besides, I'm still young and don't need to get married at all. Don't be angry. I'll keep a distance from him."
Zicong is very stingy. He doesn't like her contact with other men, so he will be angry.
She loves Zicong all her life. Even if he died now, she is willing to keep him.
There are a lot of women who don't get married all their lives, aren't they?
Comforting herself silently, Fang Jiamei patted her face to keep herself awake.
Although Mr. Mo is rich and handsome, she won't make do with him just because of this. It seems that Mr. Mo misunderstood something. We must find a chance to make it clear to him!
It's almost time. Fang Jiamei goes upstairs to clean up and goes out with her cello on her back to go to school.
As a result, the man who just separated for less than an hour stood not far away.
He changed his clothes, dark blue suit and black shirt, looked elegant and expensive, leaning against the silver Rolls Royce sports car, the sea breeze slightly disturbed his short hair, but not less handsome.
Mo Yiheng heard the sound of the door opening and looked at her. She was standing there with a cello on her back. She was wearing a simple shirt and jeans. There was a long sweater outside. Her hair was tied with a ball. Her round face made her more cute and playful.
Fang Jiamei frowned, lowered her eyes, thought for a while, and then walked slowly, "Mr. mo..."
Why is he back?
Fang Jiamei was a little embarrassed. After all, he had just mentioned the matter of marriage with her, and they met no more than five times in less than half a month.
What is this?
He fell in love with her at first sight?
Or does the standard successful man need a wife to maintain his image, and she just appears at this time?
Fang Jiamei is more willing to believe in the latter.
Mo Yiheng pretended not to see the embarrassment and unnaturalness on her face, reached out to help her open the door, "get in the car, I'll take you to school."
"That..."
"When I get to school, I'll give you the score." Mo Yiheng interrupts her words and stares at her with one eye. It's so gentle, but it gives people an extra strong feeling.
Fang Jiamei had to work hard to get on the bus.
No words all the way to the school gate, Fang Jiamei did not rush to get off, because he has not given her music.
Mo Yiheng suddenly leaned in front of her, opened the dark grid in front of her, took out the familiar music score from inside and handed it to her, "is this it?"
Fang Jiamei took it over and looked at it. She felt at ease that she had recovered from it. "Mm-hmm, thank you."
"You're welcome." Mo Yiheng looked at the smile on her face and held the steering wheel tightly.
Fang Jiamei put the score in her bag, then hesitated to look at Mo Yiheng, "Mr. Mo, I'll go first."
Mo Yiheng nodded, fingers leisurely tapping the steering wheel, "I said things you can consider, do my wife is actually very easy."