Never deeply in love

Su always managed to get to where she was today, so naturally she wouldn't be a shortsighted person. She knew her friends in the business world would try not to offend her if she didn't. Besides, he and su zhe were both surnamed su, and they had a lot of sympathy for each other.

"It doesn't matter. I think mo is very drunk. Special assistant Su has taken care of him." President su stared at mo yu for a few seconds and left with some regret.

She was as cool and charming as a rose thorns, and it was really indescribably seductive. Unfortunately, due to the other party's identity, he could not act rashly.

As a man, Su Zhe would naturally not be unable to understand president su's eyes, inexplicably angry.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, trying to push her away. Mo Yu leaned into his arms, closed his eyes and did not move.

"Are you really drunk?" Su Zhe had no choice but to help her leave the party. Mo Yu could not come out without an assistant. Su zhe was just about to ask her and contact her assistant.

Mo Yu pushed him away. She shook and quickly steadied herself. He looked at him coldly, his eyes bright and clear.

Su Zhe looked at her in shock and thought about it, as if he understood something. In that situation, her best response was to pretend to be drunk.

"Just now, thank you." After Mo Yu finished speaking, she suddenly felt a little angry. This was the second time she thanked someone tonight.

On second thought, both of them were close to Mo Zihan.

She stopped looking at him and called the driver with her cell phone, asking him to drive over to pick her up.

Her back was straight and she was wearing his coat. Mo ming was a little more capable and steady, but she was clearly just a weak woman. Su Zhe saw it, but it made his heart ache.

"Mo Boss." Su Zhe suddenly stopped her.

Mo Yu looked back, his dark eyes watching him quietly, waiting to hear what he was going to say.

Su Zhe suddenly understood why he felt that Mo Yu's cold look was familiar.

He had seen the same expression on Mo Zihan's face, but not now. It was the same cold and stoic expression he had when he was under great pressure in the early days of the Han mang film and television after he healed his leg.

Presumably, after Mo Yu took over the mo corporation, he also suffered a lot of pressure.

Seeing that he was slow to speak, Mo Yu frowned and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"You don't have to do things like drinking and socializing yourself." Su Zhe returned to his senses and suggested with a smile. Just like young master Mo, he left important matters to him and left early with his fiancee.

It can only be said that cultivating a capable confidant is really important for people of their status.

"Oh? Just like Mo-tse han had you as an assistant?" Mo Yu lowered his eyes.

"Maybe." Su Zhe shrugged and chuckled.

Speaking of himself, he didn't like to shoulder too much responsibility. That's why he'd rather be Mo-tse han's assistant. He knew he'd be able to handle things he couldn't handle, and he'd be able to see so many beautiful women, and he'd pay a lot of money...

Su Zhe suddenly laughed at himself. He must have drunk too much tonight. Why would he think of these things? Anyway, he never regretted his decision.

Mo Yu nodded and understood what he meant. The driver had already driven over and was waiting in front of her. Mo Yu opened the door and got into the car. Finally, she couldn't help but look a little tired.

"Go home." Mo Yu said wearily. She had been busy with the company and hadn't been back for a long time.

Before she got home, she seemed to see her mother's resentful eyes again.

Xiao yu, this company should have belonged to your father, but it was taken over by this beast Mo Shoucheng for so many years. Now that it's finally back, you must manage it well and keep what belongs to your father..."

She closed her eyes slightly, tears running down the corners of her eyes. No one could understand what she was feeling right now. She didn't want to resent anyone anymore. It was too tiring to live like that.

Her mother had lived her whole life in such resentment. Mo Yu thought of his brother overseas and suddenly envied him for his carefree life.

"How envious!" She let out a long sigh and laughed at herself.

When his father had an accident, he was too young to remember anything. Now that he had grown up, he insisted on his dream of starting a business overseas and refused to return home no matter what. She understood her mother's hatred, but she didn't want to sink into it and destroy herself...

Perhaps his choice was the right one.

"Mo Boss, are you okay?" The driver saw that something was wrong with her and asked her worriedly.

"I'm fine. Drive faster." As Mo Yu spoke, he thought of Su Zhe, his peach blossom eyes that were always squinting, and a faint smile suddenly appeared.

Perhaps he did not know that the few minutes she had been leaning against him was the only time she had indulged herself. How ridiculous, just because of the warmth in his arms, he gave protection.

The next day, Bai Mingyue caught a cold and his face was burning red.

Mo Zihan didn't let her go to the company. She stayed at home for almost a week before she recovered. However, the first thing after recovery was not to go to work at the company, but to be taken directly to Ocean View Villa by Mo Zihan to see Wen Lan.

"Ming Yue, zi han and I have already discussed it. I think the ninth day of next month is a good day..." Wen Lan said a lot of things about the auspicious day with great interest. That serious look really scared Bai Mingyue. He thought that this was going to fix their marriage. This, this is too fast, right?

"This, this is too hasty." Bai Mingyue was so scared that her face turned white that she subconsciously looked at Mo Zihan. The ninth day of next month? It was less than eight days away from today.

What's the rush? Others didn't know how anxious she was to get married.

Mo Zihan flipped through the invitation and glanced at the design. Upon hearing this, he threw it aside with a faint expression. "It's all right."

As he spoke, he picked up the coffee the servant had brought and took a sip.

Wen lan smiled and added, "Yes, the engagement. It doesn't matter if the date is closer. It's just a ceremony. If you get married, you can't be so hasty. By the way, I saw that the date of your marriage can be set in four months."

Wen Lan was very happy, thinking that so many things had happened at home during this period, and he needed a good thing to rush to his joy. Mo Xiaoran went out of the house again, just in time to add some joy to the family through the happy events of Mo-tse han and white Ming Yue.

"Mom, you can arrange it." It was rare for Mo Zihan to show a smile. Since the wedding could not be rushed, the engagement wedding should be held first. Solemnly announce Bai Mingyue's identity to everyone.

Four months is not too long. He can wait.

Bai Mingyue was speechless. Looking at Wen Lan's happy face, she couldn't help but feel a little unbearable. How long had it been since she was so happy? She really couldn't bear to disappoint her.

She had been by Mo Zihan's side for so long, and Wen Lan treated her very well.

She looked back and saw a faint smile on Mo-tse's cold lips. Her eyes were looking at her gently. Her cold and solemn features seemed to have softened a lot.

"Ming Yue, what do you mean?" Wen Lan went through the engagement in detail and didn't forget to consult Bai Mingyue.

Bai Mingyue smiled. "You can arrange it."

"That's fine. By the way, bring your family over someday. Let's meet up."

Wen Lan told her to take her hand with a smile, very happy.

"I only have mom." Bai Mingyue held the corner of his lips and forced a smile.

Wen Lan was taken aback. She thought she was talking about her sadness, so she hurriedly said, "It's okay. Then let Zi Han send someone to take your mother and live with her, okay?"

Bai Mingyue laughed stiffly, and it was not easy to reject Wen Lan's good intentions, so he had to nod and agree.

"Mom, I'll arrange this." Mo-tse han added, "I will arrange the engagement. You don't have to worry too much."

"It's only right to worry. Who made you mother's son?" Wen Lan sighed, pulling his son's hand over and folding it with Bai Mingyue's.

Her eyes turned red, but she still smiled and said, "Ming Yue, Zi Han, you must be happy. Don't let mom down."

She was heartbroken to think of herself and Mo Shoucheng, who had been sleeping together for nearly 30 years. He wished that his son would not lead such an unfortunate marriage like his parents.

Bai Mingyue lowered his eyes and couldn't bear to look at her expectant eyes. She didn't have the courage to tell her that, in fact, she was becoming more and more uncertain about whether she and Mo Zihan would be happy in the future.

So, when she heard that she was going to marry Mo Zihan, her first reaction was surprise, and she subconsciously wanted to refuse.

There was no surprise or anticipation. How could she be so sure that she and Mo Zihan would be happy?

"Don't worry, mom. We will." Mo Zihan held Bai Mingyue in his arms and solemnly declared to Wen Lan.

Bai Mingyue lowered his head and suddenly buried his face in his arms. Tears immediately fell down and hid in his lapel, disappearing.

Mo-tse smiled and hugged her tighter. Wen Lan also looked at her with a smile, his eyes full of tolerance. They all thought Bai Mingyue was shy and didn't know how Mao Dun and struggling she was feeling right now.

Soon, Cai Shuya was taken to Mo Zihan's villa. It took her a few days to get used to it, and she gradually got used to it from her initial panic. Used to living in such a luxurious house, he was genuinely happy for Bai Mingyue.

"That's great, Ming Yue. Mom is so happy to see you marry into such a good family." Cai Shuya looked around the villa, still unable to hide the joy and excitement in his heart.

In order for her daughter to live a good life, she made Bai Mingyue suffer with her for so many years. Now that she was able to return to the good life that was supposed to belong to her, it was a kind of comfort to her conscience.

The more cai shuya thought about it, the more guilty she felt. The more she thought about it, the more sad she became.