Never deeply in love

As the president of the Han mang film and television, there are countless female stars and actresses under it.

Even if he brought a woman home, he should not be like this innocent and simple girl in front of him - at most beautiful and lovely, but for a woman like them who was used to meeting famous ladies and beautiful makeup, it was obviously too ordinary.

When he asked about himself, he remembered a contract he had with Mo Zihan and became his... Mistress.

Bai Mingyue lowered his eyes in embarrassment, concealing the complicated and unspeakable emotions in his eyes - like a prick, mixed with shame and anger.

Mo Zihan seemed to have just remembered her. He glanced sideways at her and ordered, "Aunt Fang, take this young lady to rest."

His voice was low and cold, and his expression was cold and solemn. There was not a single hint that he could joke about. Auntie fang looked at his face and did not dare to ask any more. "Yes, young master." Aunt Fang bowed and said, "Miss, please follow me."

Bai Mingyue glanced at Mo Zihan, his eyes half-closed, his face expressionless, and his face filled with awe. He answered and followed aunt Fang down.

Before Shangguan Jingchen could speak again, Mo Zihan looked up at him and asked, "Is there anything else?"

This was clearly an eviction order.

Shangguan Jingchen's warm, jade-like face flashed with a complicated emotion. Ever since Mo Zihan's accident, Yingxue had chosen Mo Xiaoran, and even with their former classmates who had nothing to say, there seemed to be something between them, awkward and awkward.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised and a warm smile was raised. Shangguan Jingchen was half trying to hide his embarrassment and half teasing, "Why, can't you just sit at your house if you're okay? When did you become so distant from me?"

He picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip. Mo Zihan's cold voice slowly spat out three words, "Do as you please."

Even if Shangguan Jingchen was gentle and tried to close the gap between the two of them, there was no way to stay shameless in the face of such Mo Zihan.

Finally, he slowly put down his coffee. "I remember that there are still some things to deal with at the company, so I'll go first."

Mo Zihan nodded, still as indifferent as ever, no matter what happened. The calmer he was, the more indescribable Shangguan Jingchen felt. "I'll see you again another day."

Mo Zihan turned the wheelchair, and Shangguan Jingchen held him down with a gentle smile on his face. "I said young master Mo, you don't have to give me away for our friendship, do you?"

He was half joking and half joking, but everyone knew that he was just considerate of Mo Zihan's mobility and did not want to say it directly, hurting his self-esteem.

Shangguan Jingchen had always been gentle and kind, and even taking care of him, a useless person in everyone's eyes, tried to use the most tactful and harmless reasons.

Mo Zihan didn't say it out loud either. He pulled the corners of his lips and nodded, "Take your time. I won't send you off."

Shangguan Jingchen stared at him for a moment and saw that there was nothing unusual about him.

Only then did he turn and leave. As he left, he thought of the girl who had come back with Mo Zihan in plain clothes. She looked innocent and kind, and her footsteps paused slightly. He could not help but smile bitterly and shake his head, leaving without looking back.

Now, what right and position does he have to ask what kind of woman Mo Zihan is close to?

Looking at Shangguan Jingchen's figure disappearing at the door of the villa, his indifferent face was slightly moved.

Mo Zihan's lips curled up slightly, and he smiled rather sarcastically. He glanced at his leg and smiled coldly. All of them took care of him intentionally or unintentionally because of his leg. He was really grateful.

Although his legs were perfectly fine, the feeling of being treated like a cripple by everyone was unspeakably ironic.

Mo-tse's hand, which was lying on his leg, suddenly clenched his fist, and a frightening cold light burst out in his eyes. If Su Zhe hadn't secretly cured his leg, would he have spent the rest of his life being pitied and pitied like this?

"Young master." The sound of footsteps echoed behind him, and Mo Zihan suddenly regained his composure. He turned his wheelchair around and aunt Fang walked over to him and said, "Young master, that lady has been arranged in the guest room."

"Her surname is bai. Just call her miss bai." Mo Zihan looked at aunt Fang and did not miss the doubt in her eyes, "Aunt Fang, she will take care of me in the future."

Because of the secret of his legs, he didn't want any chance of divulging it, so after he founded the Han mang film and television, he found an excuse to move out of his home and live alone in Youran garden.

Except for aunt Fang, who was so worried about him because of his mother that he insisted that she visit him every two or three days, he had no servants.

Everyone thought that ever since his legs were crippled, he had become cold and aloof and disliked crowds.

Who knew that he did not want the fact that his legs had healed to be revealed, and some people were tempted to move again, to have the intention to deal with him.

"That's great, young master. Madam would be very happy if she knew." Aunt Fang was very happy to hear that miss bai had specially arranged to take care of him.

The young master's legs had been left alone since the accident, and he did not want anyone to disturb him or see anyone.

Now that he was finally willing to arrange for someone to take care of him, not to mention his wife, she was very happy to hear it.

Although Mo Zihan was the only person living in the villa, he didn't spend much time back, so there were very few things to take care of every day, and some hourly workers would come to clean up on time.

In addition to the bodyguards outside the villa, but after all, she was the only servant, and she did not live here, or come over every few days to see. The huge villa was too lonely.

Now that there was a miss bai, no matter what relationship she had with young master Mo, aunt Fang was happy to have someone to take care of the eldest young master.

Bai Mingyue sat nervously in the room, looking around. The room was huge, the european style of home decoration, high-end and luxurious.

Equipped with a special bathroom and bathroom, auntie fang took her to familiarize herself with the environment of the room. She looked at it and found that even the bathroom area was twice the size of her home.

The living conditions of the rich are not what ordinary people can imagine.

Bai Mingyue sighed. Staying here was like sitting on pins and needles. She felt uncomfortable all over. Now, she had a taste of what grandma liu was feeling when she entered the grand view garden.

There was a sound from the door handle, and Bai Mingyue tensed up. The door of the room was opened. Mo Zihan pushed the wheelchair in and closed the door.

Bai Mingyue looked at him nervously. Perhaps because he couldn't move, he lived on the first floor.

When aunt Fang arranged a place for her to rest, he pointed to the master bedroom diagonally opposite and told him that it was the young master's place, less than ten steps away from her room.

Mo-tse narrowed his eyes and looked at her with a deep look. No matter how hard she tried to act calm, it was hard to hide the panic in her eyes. She was like a little white rabbit who had fallen into a wolf's den and wanted to be brutally ravaged.

He stared at her delicate little face, which was slightly delicate without any makeup, with big eyes, glistening watery eyes, and slightly pursed rhombic red lips...

From a closer look, she was not a beauty, but she was also a beautiful woman. The more she looked, the more delicate her features became.

Bai Mingyue felt uncomfortable in his eyes and clenched his fist, trying to keep himself calm.