Never deeply in love

Paris night bar, city a.

Mo Zihan drank one glass after another, and a bottle of red wine had reached its bottom. His grim face reddened slightly, but his eyes grew colder and colder. He stared coldly in a certain direction of the bar and kept looking at it.

When Su Zhe came to look for him, he saw that the bottle in front of him was empty. His face changed slightly, but he didn't say much.

Following his gaze, he saw Mo Xiaoran sitting in the most conspicuous position in the bar. Accompanied by two scantily dressed, seductively looking hot girls, she was already a little tipsy, swaying around, laughing and joking, not paying any attention to this side.

"Young master Mo, this is the woman's phone." Su Zhe withdrew his gaze, remembered his purpose, and handed the thing he had just taken to Mo Zihan.

"She's at the beauty salon, enjoying a massage."

Mo Zihan raised his hand and slowly drank all the wine in his glass. His cold face seemed to be venting. He reached out to take the phone, but his brows did not move. He still stared coldly at mo Xiao Ran. When he saw that he had almost finished drinking, he could not help but curl his lips and sneer.

It was time to make a move. He had to keep a hint of sobriety.

Mo-tse looked away, took Xu Jiaorou's phone, opened her address book, and looked for Mo Xiaoran's phone. When she saw the number marked for her son, Mo-tse's eyes were even colder - it was Mo Xiaoran's phone number.

He raised his eyes and stared at mo Xiao Ran, his lips curled up in a mocking smile. He sent out a text message. Seeing that it was sent successfully, his eyes flickered slightly. He pressed two times, deleted the message record, turned it off, and handed it back to Su Zhe.

"Don't let that woman find out." Mo-tse han seemed worried and said.

"Young master Mo, don't worry. That woman is having a massage. She has fallen asleep comfortably. She can't wake up for an hour or two." Su Zhe took the phone and smiled.

Mo Xiaoran was a frequent visitor on Paris nights. Today, Xu Jiaorou came to the nearby beauty salon for a spa massage and was completely unprepared. Now that he had sent his phone back, she would not have noticed anything unusual.

By the time they arrived, everything had already been arranged.

Mo Zihan nodded slowly. "Go ahead."

He waved his hand and called for the waiter to bring him more wine. The hatred he had accumulated for many years was finally coming back, but he did not feel very happy. The feeling of being betrayed by the closest person was like a maggot on his bones - making him miserable and desperate.

If he had not known Mo Xiaoran's real background and considered Wen Lan, he would have chosen revenge. Thinking of Mo Shoucheng, Mo Zihan hated him even more. He was also his son. Why was he so cruel to himself?

His knuckles were white, and he almost crushed the wine glass in his hand. Pain and hatred filled his eyes, like a wounded little beast, painful and desperate.

A few sexy beauties who had been looking at him for a long time came over and finally couldn't help but get close to this cold but very handsome man who had rejected them.

"Handsome, it's boring to drink alone. Let's accompany you." A snow-white arm rested on Mo Zihan's shoulder.

The strong smell of perfume rushed into his nostrils. Mo Zihan frowned and his face darkened.

"Get out -"

The beautiful woman's face turned white from fright when he shouted at her. Seeing that her companions were hesitating, she couldn't help but be competitive. She gritted her teeth and stuck up the half-exposed wave again. She took the opportunity to tease him. "Handsome, don't be so fierce... Ah..."

Mo Zihan suddenly grabbed her hand. He tried very hard and his eyes were fierce. The beauty screamed, her face pale and almost fainted from pain.

Mo Zihan didn't even look at her and flung her away. "Get out! Get out!"

He gritted his teeth and spoke, word by word, fiercely.

His eyes were frozen as he stared at a certain place. Seeing mo Xiao Ran pick up his phone, as if he had seen a text message, he quickly paid the bill and left the two disgruntled beauties behind, leaving Paris for the night.

Mo-tse smiled coldly. The second time you want, you may as well have it.

"What's wrong with you?"

The beautiful woman who he pushed aside mercilessly glared at him wrongfully, and several female companions who were with her were also dissatisfied, angry but fearful of the noble and cold man in front of them, hesitant to go forward to argue, but surrounded here complaining about not leaving.

Mo-tse glanced at him and finally got up impatiently. He lifted his foot and left. Su Zhe had already paid the bill and no one stopped him.

Although the beautiful women were afraid, they still couldn't bear to see him walk away so slowly. Such a handsome man, such a noble bearing, dressed up, looked like he was from a rich family. Who knew that he was so unruly, and they still wanted to take the opportunity to find a rich and handsome man.

"Hey, you guys don't think he's a gay." The beautiful woman who tried to seduce Mo Zihan but was pushed away by him rubbed her sore wrist and scolded unwillingly.

A few female companions joined in. They would never doubt their charm. Most likely, this man was not interested in women and wasted his time. The beautiful women were furious.

Mo Zihan did not realize that his actions had fallen into the eyes of other women, leaving behind a reputation of being uninterested in women, but he did not care.

He left the bar and drove straight back to Leisure park villa. Remembering that Bai Mingyue was at home, waiting for him to return, his heart warmed up, his face softened, and the anger in his eyes lessened.

"Zi Han, you go back... Uh..." Bai Mingyue was sitting in the living room. When he got home, his eyes were as bright as stars and he couldn't help but run towards him with a smile.

That pure smile, like a flower, fell into his eyes, instantly melted into ice, warm to the heart. Mo Zihan hugged her, rubbed her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Bai Mingyue could not help but push him away, blushing slightly and asking him with concern in his eyes, "Have you been drinking again? I'll make you a bowl of soup to sober you up."

Mo-tse han held her in his arms and held her in his arms, shaking his head slowly. His eyebrows were full of gloom, but his voice was a little gentle, "No, I didn't drink much."

How could he be drunk? There's still a good show to watch tonight. Besides, after all these years, he founded the Han mang film and television group, dealt with so many banquets, and drank so much that he's never drunk.

"Zi Han, why are you unhappy?" Bai Mingyue slowly raised her hand and hugged the man's thin waist. She frowned a little. She could feel that there was something sad about him. The cold water soaked her and made her heart ache.

Mo-tse held her hand with a slight force, as if he wanted to be comforted by her.

"I'm fine." He spoke slowly.

"I saw it." Bai Mingyue finally couldn't help but gently push him away and stare into his eyes, which were filled with heartache. "Zi Han, do you know? I haven't seen you smile at all this time."

Although he had always spoken very little, he still treated her gently. Just after they knew each other's feelings, they began to get along like real lovers, like glue.

But during this time, she inadvertently discovered that Mo Zihan's eyes were filled with grief, despair, and hatred when she was not around, almost burning her heart.

That look, that expression, she had never seen this man before, and she did not know what had happened to him during this time.

"Something's happened recently. I'm in a bad mood." Mo Zihan avoided her gaze, let go of her hand, and went straight to the sofa. Leaning back, he looked at her impatiently and frowned slightly. "Don't ask."

Bai Mingyue's eyes were filled with disappointment, and she pursed her lips. After a long time, she slowly turned around. "Okay, if you don't want to say it, I won't say hello."

"Ming Yue, I..." Mo-tse han saw her like this, his eyes flashed a trace of intolerance, and was about to say something.

Bai Mingyue looked at him with sad eyes, "Do you need to be alone? Then I won't disturb you. I'll go back to my room first."

As she said this, she turned around and left, feeling very upset. Mo Zihan didn't understand how much she felt when he was unhappy, how much she wanted to be with him, how much she wanted to share with him, but he still had reservations about her and didn't say anything.

To her, she was unreserved in front of Mo Zihan, and Mo-tse han was obviously not like this to her, which made her feel very hurt.

"Ming Yue." Mo Zihan got up and grabbed her. "I'm really fine. Don't think too much. Don't worry about me, okay?"

He spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, with a hint of pleading.

Men and women are different. Men are more proud. Even if they drop their front teeth, they will swallow blood and will not show weakness in front of the woman they love.

He really didn't want to say it, and Bai Mingyue couldn't bear to force him anymore. She turned around and tiptoed to kiss his lips, trying to soothe his uneasiness and annoyance, "Okay, I won't ask. I'll wait for you in my room."

Mo-tse's cold heart relaxed, and the woman in his arms was as gentle as water. Her love and concern instantly soothed his heart full of hatred.

Just then, the sudden ringing of the phone broke the warmth between them. Mo Zihan had already expected the news and his eyes turned cold.

He picked up his phone and, as he wished, heard the news. His grim face was expressionless and he hung up the phone.

"Zi Han, what's wrong?" Bai Mingyue was about to go back to his room. Seeing this, he couldn't help but hold his hand and ask him worriedly.

Mo-tse gave her a cold kiss on the forehead and said coldly, as if he didn't care, "My second brother is in the hospital. I'm going to the hospital to see him now. You go to bed first."

"Do you want me to go with you?" When Bai Mingyue heard this, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Good girl, it's too late now. You can go see it tomorrow if you have time." Mo Zihan's expression became indifferent, as if the person in the hospital had nothing to do with him.

His relationship with Mo Xiaoran had never been very good, and they were at odds with each other. Bai Mingyue didn't care. Seeing him say that, he didn't insist.

When Mo Zihan arrived at the hospital, Mo Xiaoran had just come out of the emergency room, and the traffic police were in the hospital to understand the situation of the injured.