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Mo Qingxin had probably not expected herself to be disturbed from within, and instead, it deepened the relationship between Mo Wenting and herself. After this matter, the relationship between Zhan Ning and Mo Wenting had reached another level.

Mo Wenting continued with the Wealthy Class days of the Zhan Family Young Mistress, but more and more she wanted to walk out of the Zhan Family to participate in the work. That day, her good friend Amy had come to see her, and that was what Mo Wenting had revealed to her.

"Then go." Amy said casually as she put down the teacup in her hand.

Mo Wenting laughed bitterly: "If only it was that simple."

Amy said doubtfully: "What are you worried about, now that Zhan Ning favors you so much, which company would dare not to hire you?"

Mo Wenting nodded her head: "I know that's the case, but I do not wish to take Mo Qingxin's name to work, Mo Qingxin would definitely not agree."

Amy sighed: "Ah Wen, you finally hit the nail on the head, now this matter is a ticking time bomb between you and Zhan Ning, it might suddenly appear and catch you off guard. Look, if you want to make a little change, you can't avoid it. "

Mo Wenting lowered her head and tweaked the fabric on her skirt, then said softly, "How could I not know, it's just that I'm worried about Zhan Ning's reaction."

To make up a lie, one had to make up for it with a thousand lies. No matter how perfect the lie was, there would always be a day when it would be seen through.

It was not that Mo Wenting didn't understand, but the more she obtained, the more afraid she would be of losing them.

It was as if she had obtained a pair of beautiful shoes that she could not let go of. However, she discovered that those shoes actually belonged to someone else. Once she said it, they would no longer belong to you.

Zhan Ning felt the same way about Mo Wenting.

After more than twenty years of life, the person who was just perfect had finally appeared. However, her honesty might very well miss him and push him away.

Maybe he would just miss it forever and never see it again.

Mo Wenting was very scared and wanted to escape.

"Ah Wen," Amy could see the pain and evasion in his friend's eyes, and could only lower his voice, "You have to know that paper can't wrap a flame. Rather than that day when one is forced to do something, it's better to hold the initiative in one's own hands."

Mo Wenting laughed bitterly. She understood the logic, it was too difficult to do it.

"I understand, Amy. I will think about it."

Mo Wenting said at the end.

Putting aside the melancholy in Mo Wenting's heart, Zhan Ning and Mo Wenting's two worlds were extremely peaceful.

Zhan Ning would often bring Mo Wenting all kinds of surprises, suddenly appearing roses, a carefully prepared dinner, or even just taking her hand, under the elegant music, doing a beautiful waltz.

Mo Wenting knew that Zhan Ning was definitely an expert in the art of love, and would definitely use all sorts of methods to please girls. But she also felt sweet, when one person is willing to trouble on another person, it is the performance of care.

That night, Zhan Ning came back and pulled Mo Wenting along mysteriously as he sat in his car and drove towards the quiet night.

"Where are we going?" Mo Wenting looked out of the window at the city with bright lights shining on it, and asked with a smile.

Zhan Ning's slender fingers held onto the steering wheel as the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "Today, I'll bring you to my secret base."

Mo Wenting could not help but laugh. A person as solemn as Zhan Ning actually had a secret base.

Zhan Ning also felt that his words were a little childish, and his face blushed a little. "About that … When I was young, I really liked people. "

"Why?" Mo Wenting asked curiously.

When she fell in love with someone, she wanted to know everything about them and hoped that she would be able to walk through the crying and laughing past with them.

Zhan Ning seemed to think the same way. He muttered to himself for a moment and said slowly: "When I was young, my parents were always busy working. In this huge family, only my aunt accompanied me."

"Don't they have any good friends in the school?" Mo Wenting was a little doubtful.

Zhan Ning shook his head: "When I was young, I didn't like dealing with people, so my personality was eccentric and my friends were few."

How old was he then?

Seven years old? Eight years old?

Zhan Ning couldn't remember.

Every day when he returned home, his parents would not come to welcome him, and on weekends, no one would take him out to play. Every year, on New Year's Day, even though Zhan Family was very lively, most of them were relatives and friends who came to ask for help, and each of them wore a mask.

He had heard the most words, and it was basically as follows: The young master of Zhan Family is truly intelligent.

There was no sense of reality.

A child's heart was the most sensitive, they did not like courting others. Zhan Ning would always remain silent, not willing to speak much.

Over time, there had indeed been less hypocritical talk.

However, he still felt very lonely. He had nowhere to vent his feelings on, so he could only go to a place that no one knew.

Mo Wenting felt her heart ache, she reached out his hand and placed it on Zhan Ning's hand.

A child like Mo Wenting, who came from a normal family, would always feel that these young masters who were born with gold spoons lived a happy life.

But in reality, on a higher level, the ugliness of society had also been magnified, and the children who were similarly young, like Zhan Ning, experienced this kind of twisted pain.

It's the same for everyone, but we don't want to admit it.

Fortunately, one day, we will meet a person, he will accommodate us all, those unhappy memories are all for the sake of meeting that person.

For a moment, no one spoke inside the car. The gentle night sky was like water, enveloping everyone's hearts.

Zhan Ning and Mo Wenting held hands quietly, the years were peaceful and good.

Zhan Ning sped along the road, and before long, he arrived at a villa.

Zhan Ning said lightly that this was a manor owned by the Zhan Family. Usually, not many people would come here, but he had been here many times since he was young.

"This is the secret base?" Mo Wenting looked around curiously. Although the night was shrouded in darkness, under the light of the lamp, there was no doubt that it was very bright.

Rich people are still better, Mo Wenting slandered him in his heart.

The people at the manor knew that their young master was going to bring the Young Mistress over. The basic facilities had already been prepared and were waiting quietly.

After a romantic candlelight dinner, Mo Wenting blinked as she looked at Zhan Ning.

Zhan Ning felt that Mo Wenting's eyes were like a cute rabbit's, wagging its short tail at him.

Zhan Ning raised the corner of his mouth, held Mo Wenting's hand and said: "Then follow me."

Behind the luxurious little foreign house, there was a beautiful garden. Under the moonlight, beautiful roses were spread out, just like a sea of flowers.

However, Zhan Ning didn't stop his steps. Carrying Mo Wenting, they passed through the beautiful sea of flowers and arrived under a set of Purple Vine Flowers.

It was midsummer, and the wisteria flowers were blooming just right, like purple clouds.

"Is this it?" Mo Wenting asked.

Zhan Ning nodded and sat on the stone bed under the flower rack of the Purple Vine, smiling at Mo Wenting.

The silent thoughts of the youth were buried in the soil of the Violet Vine. As he sat here, there was no one around him.

If one wanted to leave their worries to Yao Qin, if one knew too little, who would listen?

Many years later, when he came back to this place, the Violet Vine Flower was still flourishing.

He opened his mouth to speak, but then turned around and smiled at the people around him.

What did that poem say? Everyone was looking for him.

Suddenly, he turned around and saw that the person was in front of him, standing there with his eyes lit up.