Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 168 Lin Qingruan x Mo Yucheng: How about it, big star, are you satisfied?

Later, at an accidental moment, perhaps when she attended Jian Yi's wedding, Lin Qingruan cried tears of happiness from the bottom of her heart.

She also had moments of reminiscing, recalling the tender moments between her and Mo Yucheng.

During the time they spent together holding hands, they also had a little true love hidden beneath the glitz and glamor of money.

Lin Qingruan and Mo Yucheng became familiar with each other in this way, just like the drama ticket that came naturally. Some things are natural when two people tacitly agree to them.

She never asked Mo Yucheng any innocent questions, nor did she bother to dwell on the relationship between them.

His high-profile and luxurious Maybach was often parked in front of her school gate. Several times, his classmates took photos of it and posted them on the school forum, so Lin Qingruan could not avoid appearing in the spotlight.

Later, she often appeared wearing a black baseball cap, revealing only her pointed chin. She looked thin, lonely and cold, and her gazes were indifferent.

Mo Yucheng glanced at her, put down the gift box beside him and threw it into her arms. He reached out to take off her hat and kissed her while covering her hanging hair.

"How come you're having an affair?"

Lin Qingruan curled her lips and turned to look at him, "But we all know this is not true." She said word by word, "Not a single one of them is true."

Mo Yucheng said, "Really?", opened the car door and took her out.

Mo Yucheng seemed to be the master of this place, not feeling too restrained as a guest. He sat on the dark brown sofa with his legs crossed, smiling and glancing away. In an instant, a familiar girl came forward.

"I think this is high-profile?" Mo Yucheng laughed, "I don't even dare to approach the school gate. I retreated to the bottom of this old sycamore tree and waited for you, isn't that enough?"

"I can't stand the light?"

Lin Qingruan's heart skipped a beat. She looked up and saw his passionate eyes, which were as clear and calm as amber.

So she blinked, and when she opened her eyes again, Mo Yucheng had already grasped the steering wheel again. His figure suddenly became very far away. Lin Qingruan's expression faded, and she supported her chin and said slowly, "It's just that it's troublesome to explain."

"Admirer, pursuer or boyfriend, just say whichever you like."

She was stunned for a moment, and when she came to her senses she had already entered the room.

Mo Yucheng turned the reverse disk with one hand. Whatever he did, he looked unrestrained, lazy and unruly.

Mo Yucheng stopped the car and turned his head to look at her. His peach blossom eyes were naturally affectionate and he looked at her as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Lin Qingruan curled her lips: "It's because you are too high-profile."

She also laughed out loud, telling lies with him, and joked, "I think you are more suitable to be an actor than me."

It was just after January, and the sandstorms in Kyoto were the worst.
Lin Qingruan covered her throat and coughed, and a hand appeared in front of her. It was obviously a hand that was used to a life of luxury, with distinct muscles and bones, and it blocked her face with a bit of casualness.

He bit her lip, very gently, teasing her like a feather tickle.

"It could be true."

As soon as she entered the room, her whole body felt warm. Lin Qingruan took off her coat and gave it to the accompanying waiter. She still remembered this place, the brightly lit eastern suburbs, where every corner was engraved with the prosperity of past generations.

"It's not that I can't stand the light." Lin Qingruan looked at him deeply. In such an intimate posture, he almost melted into her pupils.

Lin Qingruan supported herself with her arms and looked at him coldly. She leaned against the window, slowly shaking a glass of wine that she couldn't name.

I've been here a few times, and the faces are basically the same. Someone recognized her and came up to talk to her with a smile, and half-hoped to see the show and asked, "It's in front of you, why don't you care?"

"Why do you care?" Lin Qingruan poked the wine glass with her fingertips. She ignored the watching eyes and said indifferently, "Men, the more you care about them, the more rebellious they will be. It's a love story, not a deliberate trouble." As soon as the words fell, Lin Qingruan caught a glimpse of the figure sitting on the sofa standing up.

She didn't move and let Mo Yucheng walk towards her.

"not cold?"

Lin Qingruan shook her head, and the next second her hands were held, and a hot body pressed against her back. This was the body temperature she missed in Beijing, where the temperature was below zero.

Mo Yucheng asked: "Why are you here alone?"

"It's not because I'm afraid of disturbing your fun." It was a half-true and half-false joke. Lin Qingruan turned around and faced him, her eyes curved in a playful manner, not hiding any emotion.

Mo Yucheng lowered his head and fixed his gaze on hers for a long time. Suddenly, he pressed her chin and slowly lifted it up.

He tried hard to find some other emotion in those eyes, perhaps grievance, resentment or even jealousy.

But there was nothing, it was filled with a cold and faint smile, and a fragile feeling as if the soul was about to shed its shell.

He put his arm around her. He wasn't one to explain things, but today he said something for the first time. "Nothing much. We just talked about something."

Lin Qingruan nodded, raised the wine glass in her hand and fed it to him.

She saw through its hesitation and asked directly, "What do you want to say?"

Mo Yucheng glanced at her and spoke slowly.

"I'm thinking about how to make a woman fall in love with me willingly."

This topic is very meaningful.

Lin Qingruan laughed a few times, then leaned on the windowsill with her arms to look at him. She leaned over and saw her skin as white as jade, with two thin straps hanging on her thin and bony shoulders. Her red lips opened and closed, giving her a unique and charming look.

"But once she falls in love with this man, she will have to bear the risk of being rejected. Without the desire to conquer that she has long pursued, no matter how beautiful it is, it will become boring and dull. It's like raising a bird. You always yearn for it to fly in the sky, but you forget the original appearance of the bird in the cage."

Lin Qingruan looked at him with a somewhat understanding expression: "I am well aware of the universal laws of this world."

Mo Yucheng chuckled and raised his hand to touch her cheek. His movements were very tender and he spoke tenderly, "Qing Ruan, your cage will be as vast as the sky, will be filled with exotic treasures, and will always be bright."

That is also a cage, not the sky.

Lin Qingruan stood on tiptoe and gently bit the man's fingertips. The action was very playful and her tone was also light.

"I will never fall in love with any man."

So there is no cage that can hold me.

Mo Yucheng glanced at her with an ambiguous look, then he lowered his head to rub her knuckles, raised his eyelids, and said provocatively, "Then I'll wait and see."

Lin Qingruan raised her eyebrows and said nothing. She had a temperament that was both vulgar and dull. The vulgarity was that she wandered in the prosperous world of extravagance and debauchery, and the dullness was that she watched from the sidelines with a cold eye, as if she was born not to bow down to men.

Such temperament always had a fatal attraction to Mo Yucheng. He confidently put his arm around her waist and pulled out a stack of documents like a magic trick and handed them to her.

Lin Qingruan was stunned for a moment, then opened it and saw that it was a brokerage contract agreement and some trivial information that she didn't have time to read. She only saw Mo Yucheng's name in the column for the company's legal representative.

He set up an entire entertainment company for her?

Before she could speak, Mo Yucheng said, "Huang Rong is a top-level agent. The company will tailor a development direction for you. I will sign you. How about it, big star? Are you satisfied?"