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Isn't he in default?

As he thought of this, he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Just as he was considering whether he should slip away when he wasn't paying attention, he was caught.

He reached out his hand to lift it, then lifted it up and lifted it up.

The injury on his leg had yet to heal and he was still having difficulty walking. Furthermore, he had been forcefully driving for more than half a day just now.

Carrying her meant that he wouldn't be able to walk in a relaxed manner like usual.

Seeing that he was injured, she finally softened her heart.

Ye Zichen reached out to support her.

Unexpectedly, he pushed her away and even glared at her. "I'm not crippled."

Lin Moge gnashed her teeth in anger. What an unromantic man!

If she was kind and acted like a donkey, she wouldn't even bother to help!

He walked to the front with a pout and a huff.

Sky City Bar. On the first floor and the ground floor, there were bars. On the second and third floors, there was a KTV.

Quan Jian Li walked straight to a private room and opened the door.

In an instant, a loud and clear roar burst into her eardrums, stunning her.

That voice was truly tragic.

If he did not know that this was a singing place, some kind of misunderstanding would have happened. He might have even thought that he had killed someone.

What followed was a strong perfume, which mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol, stimulating her nose.

Before she could clearly see what was going on inside, a passionate figure pounced on her, grabbed her shoulders and shook them so violently that she felt like she was going to faint.

"Ya, Little Mo Mo, you're finally here. Do you know that you've been missing me to death these past few days?" "If you don't come soon, I'll go to your company and ask for someone …"

Hearing the familiar name, she finally recognized the person who was pouncing at her, it was Mo Yi Yun.

"Hi, Little Mo!"

It was another frivolous call, but his voice was much more flat.

She looked towards the direction of the voice and saw a pair of warm, moon-like eyes among the women with the thick makeup on their faces.

The scene from the night when he was drunk flooded his mind.

However, Chu Xunfeng, who was standing in front of her, had a harmless smile and a resplendent demeanor. She could only smile and nod her head.

"Little Mo Li is my personal nickname, you can't call me that!" Mo Yi Yun curled his lips at Chu Xunfeng and pushed away Quan Jian Li who was standing in front of the door. He pulled her and sat on the sofa.

"Little Mo Mo, ignore him. Let's have a drink." "Tell me, did you miss me these past few days …"

Quan Jian Li's face turned green, but she did not say anything. With a cold expression, she walked into the darkness, poured a cup of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

Lin Moge Ge stole a glance at him. This ice-cold man had immediately ran to the side the moment she came here and started drinking.

Since that was the case, he could have come himself. Why did he have to drag her here?

All she wanted to do now was lie down on the big, comfortable bed and have a good night's sleep.

Henry, who was still singing, got even more excited when he saw Lin Moge. How could she be described as heartbreaking?

Lin Moge was so shocked that his eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets. Wasn't he a superstar?

Why did the singing sound so unpleasant? Oh no, taking so many lives?

He smacked his forehead and suddenly remembered that Henry was an actor, not a singer.

However, this was still somewhat unbelievable.

With his voice, how could he survive in the entertainment circle?

Probably, by relying on his face?

Mo Yi Yun obsequiously poured a cup of wine for her. Blinking his bewitching eyes, he stared at her face until it was completely red.

"Come, Little Mo, let's have a drink first. We won't leave until we're drunk today!"

Lin Moge laughed as she accepted the cup, raised her head and finished it in one gulp.

The sour and sweet liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach. He felt much better.

"Wow, my Little Mo is truly different from the others. Little Mo Mo, I've discovered that I love you more and more. What should I do …" Why don't you come with me tonight? "

Her frivolous tone, however, was accompanied by her extremely handsome face. It was something that no one could refuse.

As he spoke, he even winked at her, completely mesmerizing Lin Mo.

She smiled charmingly as she leaned close to his ear and softly said, "If you want to take me home, you have to marry me. Do you dare?"

Finished speaking, she glanced at Mo Yi Yun, her charming eyes shining like silk.

It caused Mo Yi Yun to stare blankly, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

However, her sexy lips were trembling, and she was unable to open her mouth.

Quan Jianli, who was drinking with his head held low, looked over. His ice-cold phoenix eyes were getting more and more dejected.

Lin Mo Ge smiled charmingly. The reason she said those words, was only to dispel his pestering.

She had long expected that such a dissolute young master would marry an ordinary girl like her and go home.

No, it should be said that no matter what kind of woman it was, he would not easily marry her.

Just like a simple power, once one gets used to living alone, one doesn't want to be tied down by marriage.

Not to mention, marriage was always a transaction for those rich and powerful juniors. It was a shackle in their hearts.

The reason she said this was to warn Mo Yi Yun. In the future, she shouldn't casually joke around with her.

He would never listen to serious words.

"Haha …" Second Young Master Yun, where's your spirit? "

Chu Xunfeng laughed in a carefree manner. She never would have thought that Mo Yi Yun, who was not afraid of the heavens or the earth, would actually submit to such treatment. This was quite rare.

Just as the song ended, Henry threw down the receiver and rushed over.

He plopped down next to Lin Moge and pulled her into his embrace, smiling so coquettishly that his eyes were almost popping out of their sockets.

The few women with heavy makeup on their faces stared blankly at the scene.

"Lin Moge, I didn't expect you to come too. If I knew earlier, I would have performed well …"

Of course he was referring to the song he had just sung.

"Hey hey hey, sit far away from me. Don't steal my little Mo. With your voice that doesn't even have five syllables, I really don't know how you managed to survive in the entertainment circle until now."

Mo Yi Yun grumbled with dissatisfaction.

"Of course it's because of this young master's peerless and devastatingly beautiful appearance …"

The corner of Henry's eyes twitched as he said smugly.

"You can only deceive those naive and innocent young ladies. Only someone as quick-witted as Little Mo Mo would like someone like you, right, Little Mo Mo?"

As Mo Yi Yun said this, he pulled Lin Mo Ge into his embrace.

Unexpectedly, she looked at Quan Jian Li who was sitting in the corner. She was instantly chilled to the bone by his ice-cold gaze.

Seeing that the woman was surrounded by the three men, Quan Jian Li's face became even darker.

It was hard to say why, but when he saw this scene, he felt displeased.

It was as if his heart was blocked by something, causing him to be unable to breathe.

He frowned, raised his head and downed another cup.

On this side, Henry and Mo Yi Yun were still fighting for the favor.

"Little Mo Mo, this man who only relies on his beauty to seduce people, it's better if we stay away from him …" "Come, let's go sing a love song …"

As Mo Yi Yun said this, he pulled her out of Henry's embrace and pulled her onto the stage.

"Little Mo, what do you want to sing?"

Lin Moge looked at him, raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

In his heart, there was actually a trace of sadness.

There was also a blurry yet familiar figure.

It had already been five years, what had the current Yu Chen become?

He used to be so gentle, so sunny.

Now, could he be like Mo Yi Yun, a warm-hearted man?

Or was he a gentle, refined, and modest gentleman like Chu Xunfeng?

Shaking his head, he tried his best to expel the shadow from his mind. However, he was still unable to do so.

Mo Yi Yun skillfully clicked on the song page. She suddenly became excited. Her slender fingers tapped a few times on the screen and picked out a song.

Mo Yi Yun was stunned. He had never heard of this song before.

"Young Master Yun, another cup …"

She shook her glass and smiled at him.

Mo Yi Yun fawned as he poured wine for her with a brilliant smile on his face.

A melodious yet slightly sorrowful prelude sounded. Following which, her melodious voice slowly drifted out …

"The world outside the car window is constantly going backwards, as if it's following my thoughts …"

"I can escape your city, but I can't escape your shadow …"

"There are some people and stories that will always pass away, but to forget them will require a lifetime …"

"My thoughts are still there. I'm still conceited. Allow time to slowly erode …"

The soothing and sorrowful melody poured out like flowing water.

Slowly, it entered his heart.

Her voice grew hoarse, like a cat waking from a nap.

Laziness and sensibility.

The lines of lyrics seemed to flow from the deepest depths of her heart. The hand holding the microphone grew tighter and tighter without her realizing it …

"You are the cinnabar mole on my chest, destined to tangle with me for the rest of my life. "Even if time passes and my breathing stops, I can't stop thinking about you …"

"You are the cinnabar mole on my chest, destined to never leave it for the rest of my life. "See through my thoughts, control my emotions, and be willing to play chess at your behest …"

Finally, the song came to an end.

The music gradually stopped, but the room was completely silent.

It was as if even the air was filled with a faint sadness.

It was as if everyone was immersed in that beautiful and desolate song.

After a long time, Mo Yi Yun spoke, breaking this tranquil atmosphere.

"Little Mo, you sang too well …"

"But, who is that cinnabar mole on your chest?"

The cinnabar mole in her heart?

He felt a sharp pain in his heart as bitterness suffused his heart.

His knuckles were slightly white as he held the microphone.

Suddenly, he felt his face turn cold.

Tentacles, all wet...

"Little Mo Mo …" Why are you crying? "

Lin Moge started to panic.

The corners of his mouth twitched. "Maybe he's drunk …"

She had already drunk three cups just now.

However, his mind was clear.

Her tears were because of this song.

Because of that line.

Quan JIngli, who was sitting in the corner, looked over. That tear-stained little face of hers made him suddenly scared. It was as if his heart were being viciously stung.

Her tears, for whom?

Could it be, as the lyrics said, the cinnabar mole in her heart?

To cover the panic in her eyes, Lin Moge threw her head back and drank the red wine in the cup in one gulp, then hurried back to her seat.

She had originally thought that she had covered up very well.