Chapter 308

In the backstage changing room, when Tan Yutong heard the footsteps, he guessed who was following and said helplessly:

"Mr. Mo, do you like to follow others so much?"

Mo Chongyan steps slightly, as if did not expect that Tan Yutong can guess who he is.

He found a chair nearby and sat down. Mo Chong said calmly, "if it's someone else, I don't have this interest. It's just because this person is you, that's why I'm here."

In fact, Tan Yutong is not changing clothes. Instead, she rearranges her clothes.

For those clothes hanging outside, she really despised them, and didn't know how many people had worn them. She really didn't like them.

Tan Yutong's original clothes are good-looking enough, but in order to confuse the public, she deliberately matches them to be nondescript.

At this time, I want to show my whole body. Naturally, I can't appear in other people's lens in the way I just did.

Tan Yutong is not afraid of humiliation. Anyway, he has almost lost it. It's not bad this time.

But Mo Chongyan is different. He is the young master of Mohist School and the president of Mohist group. Tan Yutong can't disgrace Mo Chongyan. She can only stand beside him nobly and make everyone feel that they are a perfect match, not that Tan Yutong can't match Mo Chongyan.

The poor Tan Yutong is not worthy of the excellent Mo Chongyan.

Once upon a time, when he just fell in love with Mo Chongyan, Tan Yutong held this idea and made little efforts to finally stand on the same line with Mo Chongyan and stand side by side with him.

Over time, I have never heard such words again.

Today, after coming to the production group with Mo Chongyan, it may be that Tan Yutong's dress is too bad. She once again heard what others said many years ago, saying that Tan Yutong is too bad to be worthy of Mo Chongyan and should not be the young grandmother of Mohist school.

Since some people like to chew their tongues like that, what Tan Yutong wants to do is to hang them and let them shut up. He can't say that again.

"What's the matter? Why don't you talk? "

Mo Chongyan frowned slightly, put down the magazine he had just picked up, stood up and went to the fitting room.

As soon as I tried to push the door, it was opened.

Tan Yutong looked at Mo Chongyan in front of him with a smile and said, "I didn't expect that, Mr. Mo, you not only like following others into the fitting room, but also seem to have a habit of peeping."

Mo Chongyan eyebrows slightly pick, slow voice way: "because it's you, so again dirty, dirty, despicable things, I also can do."

When Mo Chongyan said this, he was serious. Because it was Tan Yutong, he didn't care what he looked like in other people's eyes. He only cared about what he looked like in Tan Yutong's eyes, and he just wanted to care about Tan Yutong's thoughts.

Tan Yutong smiles, pushes Mo Chongyan away, turns around in front of him and asks, "how about it? Is it good-looking?"

Mo Chongyan was stunned, and then noticed that her clothes had not been changed at all. She just took off an extra shirt, which was more sexy than before.

"This time is an exception. Next time, I won't allow you to dress like this in front of other men, OK?"