And Mo Wan lowered her head, and when she was about to speak, she didn't expect a strong force to hit her body. She was hit hard, and she fell to the ground, and the shirt in her hand also slipped to the ground.
There was a burning pain in her knee, she gasped and raised her head, but she could only see Pei Yihuan madly chasing after a figure.
That figure was wearing a black suit, simple, stylish, and generous. If it wasn't Zuo Lan, who could it be?
Just now, she actually thought of comforting him. It seems that she is really overconfident!
There was a mocking smile on his cheeks, and Mo Wan put his hands on the ground, gasping for air, while propping up his fallen body.
Her eyes fell on the dust-stained shirt that fell aside. Mo Wan couldn't tell what it was like. Dragging her painful legs, she slowly picked up the shirt, and then patted the dust on it one by one. Go, put it in the box again.
At this time, the sky was already dark, night fell, and the night sky was full of stars.
Standing on the street, dragging her painful legs, she was a little helpless and at a loss.
After deliberating and thinking for a long time, she mustered up the courage to stop a passerby, and asked the way back to the hotel in awkward and unnatural English.
But unfortunately, the passer-by who stopped him turned out to be a Japanese. He didn't know anything about English, so he shrugged his shoulders helplessly and left.
She frowned, a little helpless, and wanted to find a place to sit down first, and make plans after the pain in her knees dissipated.
However, when she moved her foot, she accidentally stepped on the foot of the person behind her, and quickly apologized: "Sorry, I'm sorry!"
"It's okay, you can speak Chinese, and I can still understand a few sentences."
Although her Chinese was awkward and awkward, Mo Wan looked excited and happy. Turning around, she saw a foreign man in his thirties standing behind her.
"That's great! Can you tell me how to get back to the water villa?" A bright and friendly smile rose on her cheek.
"Of course!" The foreign man's eyes moved, and when he saw her face, a malicious look flashed across her face.
"Thank you very much!" Mo Wan looked at the middle-aged man gratefully.
Meeting someone who speaks the same language as you on a strange street in a foreign country is like injecting a warm current into your heart.
"It's okay." The middle-aged man was still speaking that broken Chinese: "However, the bus you want to take hasn't arrived yet, do you want to sit here and rest for a while?"
"Excuse me, what is the number of the bus I want to take?"
"No. 303, the stop sign is on your right, take the bus from here, and its final destination is the water villa."
"Thank you!" Mo Wan thanked gratefully again, the bruised wound on her leg felt pain again, and she couldn't help gritting her teeth.
"Beautiful lady, you seem to be a little uncomfortable. You should sit there first and wait for the car to arrive before leaving."
The middle-aged man smiled kindly, but the dim light that flashed from his eyes made people feel a little evil and tremble inexplicably.
At this time, Mo Wan was walking forward with his painful leg, so he didn't notice the abnormality in his eyes.
The assistants and bodyguards beside Zuo Lan stopped the reporters and Pink who were pouring in, preventing them from approaching.
But how could the fans and reporters give up, they kept pushing forward, and the reporters kept asking questions.
The crowd was really crowded, Zuo Lan stood still, motioned the bodyguards to stop, and then looked at the crowd with a charming smile: "Please be careful, don't crowd, so as not to step on others, I have something to say now, so Please calm down, everyone, okay?"
Hearing the gentle voice and the beautiful face, everyone stopped involuntarily and listened quietly.
"As for me, I also really want to be interviewed by you, take photos with all fans, and sign autographs for you, but I'm sorry, the time is not allowed, and the plane will take off in half an hour. Don't you have the heart to see that I can't catch the plane? ?"
"Then, just answer one question and only one question, okay?" A female reporter asked.
She smiled helplessly and shrugged her shoulders: "I seem to have no room to refuse."
"You don't have any activity schedule recently, so why are you rushing back to the United States in such a hurry? Is it because you miss someone?" The female reporter asked very straightforwardly.
Zuo Lan's deep and charming eyes narrowed slightly, seeming to be troubled: "How do I answer this question? You all know how I am, and I never like to tell lies. No matter what the question is, although this question makes me very distressed, But I will still answer honestly, what the female reporter said is indeed not wrong."
Immediately, the crowd began to boil, discussing with each other.
"Then let me ask Miss Zuo, is the person you're talking about male or female?" The female reporter took advantage of the fire and asked again.
"Male." Zuo Lan still had a willful expression on his face, without hiding anything.
Everyone looked at each other curiously, and then refused to let it go: "Excuse me, Miss Zuo, what is your relationship?"
"As a friend, he's not feeling well these days, because he's about to have an operation, so I want to go back to China as soon as possible."
"Is it really just a friendship? Miss Zuo, what is his name?"
"We agreed on one question. I've already answered three questions. I keep my promise. For the sake of my honesty, can you let me go?" Zuo Lan joked with a smile.
Hearing this, the reporter also burst into laughter, just stood in the distance to take pictures, and did not crowd forward any more.
The truth and sense of encounter. Zuo Lan has a very good temper every time, and she always tells the truth and never tells lies, so every interview with her makes people feel happy and relaxed.
Smiling and waving to everyone, she walked forward.
Standing where he was, without moving forward, Pei Yihuan just stared at her quietly, at her confident and glowing face, and her thin figure when she left.
His eyes are like the deepest ocean, fixed on her
After walking two steps forward, Zuo Lan suddenly stopped, and the assistant at the side looked at her in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"I always feel that someone is watching me all the time." Zuo Lan frowned and said slowly.
She felt this feeling when she was in the banquet hall. Her gaze was too strong, and it was difficult to ignore it.
"Then do I need to call in some more bodyguards?" The assistant suddenly became nervous.
"It doesn't matter." While speaking, Zuo Lan turned around and looked over, but she didn't find anyone special. Could it be her illusion?
(end of this chapter)