Chapter 708

The circle was jammed into the car.

Before the brain recovered from the lack of oxygen, the car flew out like an arrow.

The shrieks behind him, like waves, came.

Layer by layer, it reminds her of the golden wheat wave.

He raised his eyes in shock. There was a trance in his eyes, which flashed by.

The bright light outside the window, like the holy light, gently shrouded him.

Delicate nose wing, refracts the good-looking radian.

Long eyelashes, gently flapping, like colorful butterflies, flapping wings.

Focus on the profile, eyes, if there are bright stars.

Like the sun, people can't look directly at it.

If you are a rainbow, you will know when you meet above.

Unfortunately

Fang Yuan silently takes back her eyes, her long black hair slips from her cold fingers, her gesture of recovery is stiff in the original place, and she is sad to climb up to the heart.

This is the most tragic compared with the loss that you gave birth to me.

To find out that there is a better person in this world, but it can't give birth to any expectations.

People like her are doomed not to be beautiful.

Sad to look out of the window, everything, are stained with gray loneliness.

Mo Jincheng seems to feel her sadness, quietly driving the car, without saying a word.

Time is flowing slowly.

Tick, tick.

It's like a lonely step.

Soon, the fans behind have been thrown far away.

Behind the bustling shopping malls, streetscape, has also been thrown far away.

The car drove slowly down the clean street.

Finally, Mo Jincheng stops the car on the Bank of the river.

Weeping willows float in the air, but there is no breath of early spring in the air.

Mo Jincheng tilts his head and takes a look at the square circle holding his legs. He silently takes out his mobile phone.

Click on the music and play Beethoven's piano music.

Square circle

The piano is melodious.

Fang Yuan's mood is also very low.

She simply turned her back to Mo Jincheng and looked at the river outside.

Green River, floating a few ducks.

Carefree.

It seems that I don't know how to write worry at all.

Yes.

They don't know how to write troubles.

Fang Yuan gave a bitter smile.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Mo Jincheng looks at her with some worry. He wants to say something comforting, only to find that he is such a poor man.

The outstretched hand was also stiff on her shoulder.

Not far not close distance, as long as one step forward, you can gently tap her shoulder.

However, in the end, he retreated.

She would only hate him more.

Hate two words, like electricity, from his body slide, let him can't help showing a trace of wry smile.

Annoying?

He Mo Jin Cheng, unexpectedly still worry a woman will hate oneself?

It's the best in the world.

But

Deep in my heart is the faint fear that Fang Yuan will hate him.

After all, in front of her, his last upbringing, like feeding the dog, disappeared.

Efforts to restrain, want to show the best side to her, but in the end, but failed.

No one took the initiative to open his mouth. For a moment, there was silence around him.

Suddenly, playing the piano, inexplicably insert a very warm English song.

Mo Jincheng glances at the mobile phone and takes it up.

"Jincheng, where are you now?" Miyazawa's tone is very serious.

It also reveals deep anxiety.

"Outside." Mo Jincheng lowered his voice, and the voice line became more magnetic.

Fang Yuan rang out inexplicably. Last night, there was an evil magnetic voice in her ear and asked, "do you want more?"

Face, instant transpiration, like cooked shrimp.

Fang Yuan wants to slap himself to death.

Why does she think of the scene last night?

What's the connection between that abnormal man and Mo Jincheng?

Fang Yuan, are you mad.

Wake up.

Forget about last night.

Forget!

Forget!

"I know what I'm doing." Mo Jincheng's tone suddenly becomes especially dignified.

Fang Yuan couldn't help looking at him.

I found that his whole face was taut, as if he was tightly held by something.

Deep eyes, some impatient to sweep over, but in contact with her that moment, like silk, submissive.Square heart, like a hard knock.

It must be an illusion.

Illusion.

Illusion.

In my heart, I just want to raise my eyes, but I find that my mobile phone rings.

She saw that it was a strange number.

Then, there immediately came a serious voice: "Miss Fang, I'm gong Yueze, Mo Jincheng's agent."

Round brow gently wrinkled.

Gong Yueze?

Why did you call her?

She does not understand to see to already hang up the Mo brocade Cheng of the telephone, suddenly realize.

"Yes, may I help you?" Keep your voice down.

Mo Jincheng looks at her strangely.

Fang Yuan's face turned red and quickly turned around.

At this time, Gong Yueze's voice came from the phone: "Hello, it's like this. Just now you appeared in downtown area and were photographed. Do you know what it means for an artist?"

Huh?

Got a picture?

Artists?

Fang Yuan's brain is a little confused.

Her sight falls on Mo Jincheng again.

"I hope you can cooperate with us." Gong Yueze's voice is more serious, "Jincheng doesn't answer my phone now, I need your help."

Huh?

Fang yuanpiantou looks at Mo Jincheng.

Mo Jincheng, bathed in the sun, looks appalling.

Heart thumping, like swallowing thousands of fawns.

"Go ahead, please."

Fang Yuan is not sure how he can help.

But, after all, it's because of myself.

Although she can't feel the influence of gossip on artists, she also knows how big it is for an artist.

Gong Yueze: "if you want him to come back, you'd better come back with him."

Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng with a confused face.

She asked Mo Jincheng to go back?

Is this task a little too arduous.

"But he won't listen to me."

It's better for acquaintances to say this.

Moreover, Mo Jincheng doesn't seem to be unreasonable.

Wait.

He is a unreasonable person!

Gong Yueze said confidently: "you can. I think if someone can call him back, you will be the only one."

She's the only one.

Does Mo Jincheng's agent think highly of her?

She doesn't know Mo Jincheng at all, OK?

"Miss Fang, get rid of it."

Gong Yueze seriously to get rid of, between words, there is a firm can not refuse.

Ask the sky in silence.

She really does not move Mo Jincheng.

This task is more difficult than asking her to take out a million now.

Secretly glanced at sitting beside looking at the outside of Mo Jincheng, Fang Yuan drum several times courage, or open mouth.

Forget it.