forbidden zone of love

Chapter 12

The corners of Mo Xiaobei's eyes couldn't help twitching, and he pulled his head back.

She has seen this face many times, but she can't deny that he looks really handsome.

However, Charlotte was also engrossed in watching, her dark eyes were full of energy: "One day, I want to be as successful as him."

Mo Xiaobei couldn't help but look at him, then smiled with his eyebrows bent.

So, how nice...

With Charlotte as a helper, the two walked around the street easily all afternoon. Zhou Hui complained about the big pillow Mo Xiaobei was holding in his arms.

The cartoonish look of Garfield...too childish.

Mo Xiaobei only pursed his lips and smiled.

The wind blows gently, revealing a fair face.

How uncomfortable a big pillow is, but a hug pillow is comfortable.

Sufficient light shines in from the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and casts on the glass of snow-white milk, creating a faint halo. In the snow-white dish, sliced ​​orange-yellow bread is coiled and piled up in a flower shape, which echoes with orange and white. It casts a shallow shadow on the snow-white tablecloth, faintly tinged with violet.

On the side, the yellow roses in the glass vase are blooming, stacked on top of each other, the color is clear and transparent, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.

Tianyu Yuchen, who just woke up, saw this scene in the early morning.

For a while, I was really hungry, and there was a post-it note with a pattern neatly placed on the clean tablecloth.

"Remember to keep warm when it's cold!" The tone was like a nagging mother who couldn't stop.

Followed by a big smiling face.

With a light snort, it became a ball in the palm of the hand, as if it wanted to be thrown into the garbage building, the hand stopped in mid-air, hesitated, but unfolded again.

Seeing that smiling face, the corners of her beautiful lips unconsciously burst into a smile that overshadowed the flowers on the table.

The secretary to the president of Tianyu Group was puzzled.

On this day, the president seemed to be very happy. There were obviously some mistakes in the planning report he handed in, but he said kindly, "Correct it again."

Listen well, it's a pleasant face. If this happened in the past, he would have died a thousand times if he looked over with just one look. This time, he just passed by so easily.

In vain he was ready to be scolded.

Wiping his sweat, he confidently put the market research report he just handed in on his desk.

He also only glanced at him, and said lightly: "Go down."

The secretary was taken aback.

Everyone said that he was a business genius. He started from a small company in the United States and gradually expanded to today's Tianyu Group.

But they only saw his superficial scenery, and no one saw his hardships and blood and tears. After so many years, he was almost numb, but today, he felt warm for the first time.

A smile crept onto his face unconsciously, and he picked up the market research report, but was stunned.

In that report was a photo.

The young man was handsome and picturesque, with bright eyes, the surrounding light shone down, casting a lavender shadow on his fair skin, with his hands in his trouser pockets, his expression was passionate.

The girl on the side had a peaceful face, smiling at the boy, her thick eyelashes curled into a beautiful arc, and her clear eyes seemed to be curved.

The branches and leaves swayed slightly, and the fine shadows fell on her snow-white cotton skirt, as if she could smell the light fragrance emanating from the girl's body.

His face suddenly sank.

Obviously, the employee who went out to do the investigation saw this picture of a golden boy and a jade girl, and took a picture of it, and because of carelessness, he put it in the report and sent it up.

A few distorted cracks suddenly appeared on the screen, and then it was squeezed into a ball. The slender and strong fingers were faintly whitened, and the deep eyes suddenly became cold and abnormal.

The moon and stars are rare.

The cicadas are singing and the insects are singing, and the breeze is soothing.

After the last class of the evening, Zhou Hui dragged Charlotte to send Mo Xiaobei home.

In fact, it’s good to go home, I’m really homesick…

But wouldn't it be nice to go home by yourself?
Besides, I bought a lot of things today.

Zhou Hui was a little worried, and asked with concern: "Xiao Bei, can you do it yourself, or ask Charlotte to send it back to you, and your home is not far away."

Mo Xiaobei tilted his head and laughed: "It's okay, I'll take a taxi and go back."

Charlotte, who was silently following the two of them, suddenly raised his head to look at her. The bright light from the school gate came over and shone on his handsome face, his thin body seemed a little lonely.

"Mo Xiaobei, I..."

Halfway through the conversation, a black Mercedes-Benz sedan was approaching from a distance, and it stopped steadily in front of the three of them. The front window glass slowly moved down, and a slender man looked at Mo Xiaobei with a smile.

With an alert look on her face, Charlotte rushed up to protect the two of them behind her, and looked at the man coldly.

The man ignored Charlotte, looked straight at Mo Xiaobei, and said cautiously: "Miss Mo, please get in the car." As he spoke, he inadvertently glanced behind him from the corner of his eye.

Mo Xiaobei thought that person looked familiar, and was thinking where he had seen him before, Zhou Hui tugged at the corner of her clothes and whispered, "Xiaobei, Mercedes-Benz SLR, more than 900 million!"

Disturbed by Zhou Huiyi, he suddenly remembered who that person was, wasn't he Tianyu Yuchen's secretary, so he couldn't help but cast a glance and sit back.

The secretary has already started to urge: "Miss Mo, hurry up."

Just about to leave, Charlotte grabbed her wrist, frowned and shook her head at her, obviously the car was still skeptical.

At this moment, a cold snort came from inside the car, and the corner of the secretary's mouth twitched, urging him even harder, almost pleading: "Miss Mo..."

"Well, okay..." Mo Xiaobei couldn't stand an older young man showing her that kind of expression, so he smiled comfortingly at Charlotte, broke away from his hand, opened the car door and got in.

The moment they opened the door, the two of them vaguely saw a person sitting in the innermost seat of the back seat. The light was not turned on. With the halo outside, they could only see the straight silver suit pants and the slender fingers resting on them. They were white and strong. , flashed away in the halo.

The door was closed, and the car started slowly.

The figures of Xia Luo and Zhou Hui gradually became smaller, small and lonely among many tall buildings.

(End of this chapter)