Chapter 94

Facts have proved that Dong Lei's ability to work is very excellent. He can get the personal contact information of the movie emperor of this level. However, the result is hard to say.

Two in the morning.

Fitness club.

Dong Lei yawns and looks at the fierce two people in the middle of the field. He pinches his brows tired. Mu's brain is flooded and his boss's brain is broken.

Is not to ask the whereabouts of ginger foam, why must be better than whose skill? In particular, Mo Jingtian's concussion has not completely recovered, and Donglei really can't understand it.

"I'll split you up! This is a lesson for Mo Mo! " Mu Rao is also trained, hands merciless.

"It's a misunderstanding." Mo Jingtian dodges sideways.

"The whole network is full of news from you and Cheng Yunyi. You even told me that you misunderstood me!" Mu Rao's pent up anger is all vented on his fist, and his attack is fierce and fierce. A fist directly brushes the corner of Mo Jingtian's mouth.

"You are also an artist. Can you believe what the media says? You don't know?" Mo Jingtian still just defends, did not dare to him next fierce hand.

"As a man, it's your fault to let the media report wantonly!" Mu Rao in a boxing his abdomen, "flies don't bite seamless eggs! If you really keep a distance from other women, the media will not report on you

Mo Jingtian only felt a flash of daze, his feet were floating, but he still kept his balance and did not fall down, "this is between me and foam, I will explain to her personally!"

His eyes are like torches, and his deep eyes are staring at Mu Rao, like a cheetah waiting for its prey. He may attack at any time.

"Are you both OK? I don't want to see what time it is. I don't have to work tomorrow Dong Lei comes over at the right time and stands beside Mo Jingtian.

"Yes, I have. Where is the foam?" Mo Jingtian asked in a deep voice.

"I'm sleepy."

Mo Jingtian went forward and grabbed his arm, "man, where?"

Mu around the eyebrow micro Cu, this person's hand strength son is really not small, from top to bottom swept his one eye, full of disgust, "are you ready to see people like this?"

Mo Jingtian doesn't know why.

Dong Lei couldn't help but open his mouth. "It's better to wash and tidy up and go again."

Mo Jingtian walks to the bathroom and stands in front of the washing table. The men in the mirror are not in good shape. Their shirts are wrinkled. Their chin is covered with light green stubbles. Their hair is a bit messy because of the fight. There are some red blood in the eyes. The whole man looks decadent.

Mo Jingtian helplessly helped his forehead. He even had such a day that he didn't pay attention to the image.

The club in the early morning is very quiet. Mo Jingtian looks at Qin Xuan carrying a large medicine box. He is helpless.

"How did you get here?"

There was a certain dislike in the tone.

Qin gave him a white eye, "when I want to come over, you have concussion, do you know? Can't I sleep at home at night

Donglei immediately advised, "if you don't want to see people tomorrow, you'd better hang water. Don't think you're made of iron."

Murao took a shower and glanced at the man who occupied half of his rest room. He didn't feel guilty about abusing a car accident injury. He didn't mean to let his bed out. He turned off the light and went to sleep.

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Xishan villa is located in the suburb of Ancheng mountain. It has a single door and a single family. It is close to the mountain and the water. It has a quiet environment. Many rich people have real estate here. They will come to relax on their rest days.

Mu Rao also has a villa here. After buying it for three years, Mu Rao has come here for only a few days. The decoration and decoration here are basically in accordance with her preference.

The largest room in the villa is not a bedroom, not a study, but a collection of various musical instruments, elegant such as piano, violin, cello, popular drum, guitar, bass, and even some collection level guzheng, pipa, Yao Qin, konghou.

But the things in this room are worth hundreds of millions.

These are all collected by Murao. When Jiang Mo is in a good mood, she will come and live for a few days. When she is in a bad mood, she will come to live for a few days.

It can be said that as long as Mu Rao doesn't say anything, no one can find Jiang mo. therefore, Jiang Mo is at ease here. No one will find here except Murao.

After playing all the musical instruments in the room, Jiang morche sat on the ground, held the guitar, and fiddled the strings with his fingers. The tense and rapid rhythm and cool and noisy notes filled the whole room like telling and shouting.

Although it's just a guitar, the catchy melody has great magic power, which can wake up the depressed emotion in the bottom of my heart, and let people break through the shackles and release all the emotions in my heart.

Her mind kept replaying the scene in the hospital, and her ears were filled with ridicule and disdain words and eyes.

Mo Jingtian has a lover. In order to protect her, she is not open to the public.Then why did he marry himself?

Why should be so gentle and considerate to her?

Why say you like yourself?

Or is it all just a boring game for the rich, which is just the entertainment he uses to adjust his life?

There is no light in the dark room, darkness can cover everything,

including tears and weakness.

They lived together for half a year. She knew nothing about him except his name, Mo Jingtian, who ran Tianyu.

I don't know his friends. I haven't heard of his parents and relatives.

Maybe, even his identity is fake.

Tears down the cheek again, in the cold night, cold dry.

What is real?

Jiang Mo is playing with the string so ceaselessly, indefatigable and painless, losing the ability to perceive the outside world.

It seems that only in this way can the pain and sadness be offset.

Mu Rao stood at the door of the room, listening to the melody that made everyone's blood boil, and looking at Jiang Mo's eyes, he could not hide his amazement and appreciation. He could guarantee that as long as this kind of song came out, it would definitely shock the whole music circle.

In the entertainment industry, there are fewer and fewer down-to-earth music makers. There has been no amazing work for a long time.

"Is this your new song? It's amazing Mu ran strode to Jiang Mo, excited.

Jiang Mo stopped to stir the fingers of the string and looked at the sudden appearance of Mu Rao. His expression was a little dull, and he didn't react for a while.

"Get out of the way." Mo Jingtian domineering will be pushed to one side, the whole body exudes cold.

He squatted down the body, holding her wrist, looking at her scarred finger belly, tender voice with heartache, "don't play."

Mu Rao discovered that her fingers were stained with blood, and several places on the guitar string had been dyed red with blood, and her anger rose in her heart.

"Are you crazy? It's just a man. What's so great about it? It's hard to find three legged toads, but there are two legged men everywhere. Tell me what you want and I can find you a stack of them! "

"For such a scum man, are you so self abusive? Your hands are playing music. Can you cherish yourself Mu Rao hates the admonition that iron does not make steel.