Love is like melting

Chapter 339
In the blink of an eye, the scenery is still there, but things are different.

Fortunately, you and your wife are still together, leading an enviable ordinary life.

The weather has gradually turned cold recently, and Ji Yerong's leg disease has recurred. Your Excellency doesn't go to the presidential palace very often. You spend most of your time in Yeyuan, guarding Ji Yerong.

It was noon when the driver picked up Huo Yimo and arrived at Yeyuan, and Ji Yerong happened to be taking a nap. Presumably Lian Mo didn't tell her that Huo Yimo was coming.

Lian Mo took advantage of Ji Yerong's lunch break to deal with tedious government affairs. When Huo Yimo knocked on the door and entered the study, the documents in front of him were piled up like a mountain, without even raising his eyelids, he uttered a word: "Sit."

Huo Yimo might still be able to act recklessly in front of other people, but in front of Lian Mo he was more or less restrained.

There is no way, the President of country M, except when facing his wife like a wife slave, gentle and clingy, other times he is fierce and decisive, no one dares to provoke him!
The butler brought black tea and stepped back.

Lian Mo just stood up from the leather chair, went to sit opposite Huo Yimo, leaned back relaxedly, his slender legs overlapped, looked at Huo Yimo with a pair of dark eyes, frowned, coldly He spit out a sentence: "The longer it grows, the more crippled it is."

The corner of Huo Yimo's mouth froze, and the hand holding the cup tightened involuntarily.

If he is not His Excellency, the cup of tea should be thrown in his face by now.

No woman would like to be said to be disabled, let alone she should not be considered disabled.

Although it has been repaired, most of them are real materials, no nose pads, bone chipping, etc., okay?

"Fill in the number, I bought all the copyrights of "The Rest of My Life"." Lian Mo threw the check book in front of her, with a rich and self-willed sense of sight.

Huo Yimo put down his cup, met him with charming eyes, and said without humility: "Since when did you become interested in investing in film and television dramas?"

"Not interested." Lian Mo replied coldly, looking at her with sharp eyes, "but I hate it even more when someone comes to destroy my image."

He didn't read "The Rest of My Life", but everyone around him did. Anyone who knows a little bit knows who this story is about.

Huo Yimo smiled slightly: "I have no intention of selling the film and television copyright of "The Rest of My Life", don't worry."

"I don't believe you." Lian Mo replied very straightforwardly.

"Since that's the case, if you want the copyright by your means, why bother to buy it so much?"

If he wants it, he can take it directly.

Lian Mo raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice, "I look like a bandit?"

When Huo Yimo heard this, the first sentence that popped into his head: Isn't it?

If it were someone else who dared to write the story of Lian Mo and Ji Yerong, they would probably have died long ago, but Huo Yimo was different, she was A Yu's friend, since she dared to write it, it was naturally with A Yu's consent.

He doesn't respect Huo Yimo, but he must respect A Yu, no matter what he says, he has to make up his mind and pay for it.

He can bear it if it is written as a story and published as a book, but he can't bear it if it is made into a TV movie or something, so he is bound to win the copyright.

Huo Yimo held a cup of black tea and sipped lightly. He was silent for a long time. Under Lian Mo's sharp eyes, he said lightly, "I can give you the copyright of "The Rest of My Life", even without taking any money."

Lian Mo frowned, and immediately asked, "Conditions?"

Huo Yimo couldn't help laughing, Your Excellency is Your Excellency, you are so smart and wise that you can't help but be impressed.

"I just want you to promise me one thing."

Lian Mo held the cup and sipped lightly, the eyes staring at her gradually changed, knowing and probing.

This conversation is destined not to last long, about half an hour.

Huo Yimo stood up and said, "The contract is drawn up, and when it's signed, I'll ask Secretary-General Cheng to pass it on to you."

Even though he knew that selling the copyright of "The Rest of My Life" to Lian Mo would not generate any income, and cut off the possibility of "The Rest of My Life" being popular again, Huo Yimo decided to do so.

Because money, fame, and fortune are not important to her now, and she didn't plan to sell the copyright to you, it belongs to him and Ji Yerong, and she is just a ghostwriter .

Lian Mo didn't get up to see her off, but when she turned to leave, he suddenly said: "Ayu will wake up later, don't you see her?"

Huo Yimo paused, looked back at him, and said in a calm voice, "I know she's doing well, she knows that I'm still alive, it's enough for her to see me or not, it doesn't make any difference! A friend is a friend."

Even though they hadn't seen each other for many years, she knew that Ji Yerong was still the same Ji Yerong back then, and the gentle friendship between them would not change.

Huo Yimo left.

Lian Mo didn't continue to work, but went to the bedroom. There was no one on the bed, so he subconsciously walked to the balcony.

Wearing thin home clothes, Ji Yerong snuggled up on the balcony, looking down at the person downstairs walking towards the door alone, with a cold expression and difficult to distinguish emotions.

Lian Mo put the coat in his hand on her body, hugged her, pressed his lips against her ear, and said, "Why don't you go down and meet her?"

"Friends are more important than meeting each other." Ji Yerong replied in a faint voice, listening carefully, it was not difficult to find a trace of tenderness.

Lian Mo raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect the two of them to say the same thing.

"Do you know something about her?" Ji Yerong turned his head and looked up at his handsome face.

Lian Mo didn't deny it, "I know a thing or two."

"You can see it."

"I only worry about you."

Letting Lian Jing and Xu Sizhe together at the beginning almost killed Xu Sizhe, now he doesn't want to interfere in anything, he just wants to stay with his Ayu until he grows old.

Ji Yerong frowned, and when he was about to speak, he deprived her of the chance to speak.

"Does your leg still hurt?"

"It's much better." The breath gradually became disordered.

"I can finally worry about you."

Ji Yerong: "..."

When Lu Nanfeng and Shi Jiamu went to Huo's house to see Huo Yimo, she just finished answering the phone and wanted to go out.

"Where are you going?" Lu Nanfeng asked.

Huo Yimo stood at the entrance to change his shoes, "Meet a friend."

"Who?" Lu Nanfeng asked.

"It's not him, you don't need to be so nervous!" Huo Yimo knew what he was suspicious of, "An old friend from the past, I want to meet before leaving."

Lu Nanfeng wanted to ask again, but Shi Jiamu muttered to the side, seemingly apprehensive: "Yimo is just going to meet a friend, I'm not nervous, can you be so nervous?"

Lu Nanfeng swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and the eyes that sent her away were faintly uneasy.

She always felt that the people she went to meet were not as simple as old friends.

She doesn't have many friends, who else they don't know?
As soon as Huo Yimo left, Lu Nanfeng followed, Shi Jiamu followed closely, "Where are you going?"

Before Lu Nanfeng got into the car, he looked back at her, without explaining, just said: "You go back first!"

Without giving Shi Jiamu a chance to speak, he quickly got into the car and drove away.

When Huo Yimo arrived at the cafe, the cafe was booked out and there was no one else except the waiter.

Without the guidance of the waiter, Huo Yimo looked around and saw the person who asked him to meet was already sitting there, enjoying tea leisurely.

The hand holding the bag tightened involuntarily, Shi Shi ran over and sat down in front of the other party.

The waiter wanted to come over to ask for something to drink, but before he entered, Huo Yimo raised his hand to signal that he didn't need it, and the waiter retreated knowingly, not to disturb the conversation between the two of them.

"Miss Huo, long time no see." The voice was elegant and calm.

"Has it been a long time?" Huo Yimo glanced at the dignified and elegant face, "I didn't think it was a long time. I didn't meet Ms. Lu in a restaurant before."

Lu Xuan looked calm and calm, looking at her with eyes full of years of wind and frost, and pulled her red lips lightly, "I heard that you have forgotten the past?"

(End of this chapter)