Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

Mo bowed her head and was preparing to speak, but she didn't expect a force to attack. Her body was severely hit. Her whole person was hit and fell to the ground, and her shirt slipped to the ground.

There was a hot pain in her knee. She sucked the cold air and raised her head, but she could only see Pei Yihuan chasing after a shadow in time.

The shadow is dressed in a black suit. It's simple, fashionable and generous. It's not left blue. Who will it be?

Just now, she even wanted to comfort him. It seems that she really overestimated herself!

There was a mocking smile on his cheek. Don't hold hands and fall to the ground. While pumping air, he propped up his body that fell to the ground.

Her eyes fell on the shirt that had been stained with dust. Mo could not tell what it was like in her heart. Dragging her painful leg, she slowly picked up the shirt, patted the dust on it, and then put it into the box.

At this time, it was dark, night fell, and the night sky was full of stars.

Standing in the street, dragging her aching legs, she was helpless and at a loss.

After brewing and thinking for a long time, she summoned up the courage to stop a passer-by and asked the way back to the hotel in awkward and unnatural English.

But unfortunately, the passer-by stopped was a Japanese. He knew nothing about English. He shrugged his shoulders and left.

She frowned and felt helpless. She wanted to find a place to sit down and make plans after the pain on her knee dissipated.

However, she moved under her feet, but inadvertently stepped on the feet of the people behind her, and quickly apologized: "sorry, sorry!"

"It doesn't matter. You can speak Chinese. I can still understand a few sentences."

Although the Chinese was harsh and awkward, Mo Wan looked excited and happy. Turning around, she saw a foreign man in his thirties standing behind her.

"That's great! Can you tell me how to return to the water villa?" a bright and friendly smile rose on her cheek.

"Of course!" the foreign man's eyes moved. When he looked at her face, there was a touch of malicious light

"Really thank you!" Mo looked at the middle-aged man with a grateful face.

Meeting someone who speaks the same language in a strange street in a foreign country is like injecting a warm current into your heart.

"It doesn't matter." the middle-aged man still spoke poor Chinese: "but the bus you want to take hasn't come yet. Would you like to sit here and have a rest first?"

"Excuse me, what's the number of the bus I want to take?"

"No. 303, the stop sign is on your right. Take the bus from here. Its final destination is the water villa."

"Thank you!" Mo Wan thanked again. The bruised wound on her leg hurt again. She couldn't help but bite her teeth.

"Beautiful lady, you seem a little uncomfortable. You'd better sit there first and wait for the bus to come."

The middle-aged man smiled kindly, but the dark light flashed through his eyes, which made people feel some evil and tremble in his heart.

At this time, Mo Wan was dragging his painful leg forward, so he didn't notice the abnormality in his eyes.

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The assistant and bodyguard next to Zuo LAN stopped the reporters and pink from coming.

But how can fans and journalists give up and keep crowding forward, and reporters keep asking questions.

The crowd was really crowded. Zuo LAN stood still, motioned the bodyguards to stop, and then looked at the people with a charming smile: "please be careful, don't crowd, so as not to step on others. I have a word to say now, so please calm down first, okay?"

Listening to the gentle voice and beautiful faces, the steps under the feet of the people stopped involuntarily and listened quietly.

"As for me, I also want to accept your interview, take photos with all the fans and sign for you, but I'm sorry, time doesn't allow. The plane will take off in half an hour. Can you bear to see that I can't catch up with the plane?"

"Then, just answer one question, just one question, OK?" a female reporter asked.

She smiled helplessly and shrugged her shoulders: "I seem to have no room to refuse."

"You have no itinerary recently, so why rush back to the United States? Is it because you miss someone?" the female reporter asked frankly.

Zuo Lan's deep and charming eyes narrowed slightly and seemed a little distressed: "how do you answer this question? You know I'm a person who doesn't like to tell lies. No matter what the question is, although it annoys me, I will answer honestly. What the female reporter said is really right."

Suddenly, the crowd began to boil and were talking to each other.

"Excuse me, Miss Zuo, is someone in your mouth male or female?" the female reporter took advantage of the fire and asked again.

"Male." Zuo LAN still has a frank face and doesn't hide it at all.

Everyone looked at each other curiously, and then refused to give up: "excuse me, Miss Zuo, what's your relationship?"

"As a friend, he is not in good health these days. Because he is about to have an operation, I want to return home as soon as possible."

"Is it really just a friend relationship? Miss Zuo, what's his name?"

"We agreed on a question. Now I have answered three questions. I am so trustworthy. For my honesty, can you let me go?" Zuo LAN joked with a smile.

Hearing the speech, the reporter also burst into a burst of laughter. He just stood in the distance to take pictures and didn't crowd forward any more.

The truth and feeling of encounter. Zuo LAN has a good temper every time. She always tells the truth and doesn't lie, so every interview with her can make people feel happy and relaxed.

She waved her hand to the crowd with a smile, and then she walked forward.

Standing where he was, Pei Yihuan just stared at her quietly, at her confident and luminous face, and her thin figure when she left.

His eyes fell on her like the deepest ocean

After walking forward for two steps, Zuo LAN suddenly stopped. The assistant on one side looked at her puzzled: "what's the matter?"

"I always feel that someone is looking at me..." Zuo LAN frowned and said slowly.

She felt this feeling when she was in the banquet hall. Her eyes were too strong to ignore.

"Do you need me to send some bodyguards?" the assistant suddenly looked nervous.

"It doesn't matter..." in words, Zuo LAN turned and looked at the past, but he didn't find any special person. Is it her illusion?