"How did you find out?" Chu Zihang was stunned.
He didn't doubt Mo Qiuran's words, but he really didn't notice it at all.
"Do you think I was lying when I said I looked out the window at home and saw you dating that cheerleader?" Mo Qiuran raised his eyebrows and said, "I saw it when they were hiding!"
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With a "ding dong" sound, the elevator arrived. After the elevator door opened, Mo Qiuran shouted, "I'm exhausted. Let's have a meal." It aroused his memory again... that girl... did exist, but he couldn't remember clearly, couldn't remember her appearance, or her name, but he vaguely knew that this person had indeed existed. .
Why can't I remember it clearly?
It has only been more than two years. Has my memory deteriorated to this extent?
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Mo Qiuran was about to leave when he suddenly caught sight of a very familiar person.
Her slim figure and beautiful face are the same as before, but every time she sees them, it can make people stop breathing for a moment.
According to Mo Qiuran himself, it is respect for beauty.
Sister Tang, who has a variety of styles, is wearing a rare well-tailored black suit today with a white shirt underneath. The style combination does not look old-fashioned, but rather gives off a dignified and calm atmosphere, with her long hair tied back. , the nearly perfect facial features become more and more prominent, delicate, cool, and refined... exuding the aura of a workplace elite and a strong woman.
Those who can come to the Regent Hotel to spend money basically have some money, even those who come here to order a pot of tea and then refill the cup until only water is left, just to save face... More people are either rich or expensive, but Even so, their eyes only dared to glance over from time to time, and no one came forward to strike up a conversation, as if they were all suppressed by the aura.
Mo Qiuran, who walked straight over, attracted all the attention of these people. Just one look at Mo Qiuran's appearance and they labeled Mo Qiuran as a rich second-generation playboy. In addition to his handsome face, He is good for nothing, only knows how to drive cars in nightclubs and pick up girls, and a series of labels.
They were already looking forward to what kind of treatment Mo Qiuran would receive next. They must have told him to go away without any good looks!
"Is this the domineering female CEO style today?"
Mo Qiuran stepped forward.
"I don't have a company and a lot of subordinates under me." Sister Tang chuckled upon hearing this.
In an instant, it was as moving as the blooming plum blossoms.
"It's a small problem, you can be my overbearing president." Mo Qiuran said.
"You talkative." Sister Tang rolled her eyes, stood up, and picked up the handbag beside her, "Let's go."
The eyes of those who peeked over were astonished.
"Sister Tang, did you come here specifically because you couldn't bear to worry about me? I'm so touched." Mo Qiuran suddenly looked like he was about to burst into tears.
"So you just ignored your companions?" Sister Tang smiled and nodded to Chu Zihang beside her.
"As long as Sister Tang is here, he is not important." Mo Qiuran said carelessly, waving his hands to Chu Zihang, "Goodbye, bye, see you at school tomorrow, we will definitely have dinner next time!"
Chu Zihang nodded, his face expressionless as usual.
Although it seemed that he valued sex over friends...no, this was about valuing sex over friends, Chu Zihang didn't have any psychological fluctuations about this.
Because this kind of thing has happened several times before.
I know Sister Tang and Chu Zihang, but I only know that she is a rich second generation who opened a barber shop, and I don’t know anything else. The scene where I met her was on the way home from school, and it was raining heavily. Zihang saw Mo Qiuran walking home and was about to ask Mo Qiuran to give him a lift in his car. Who knew that Mo Qiuran agreed one second and went to ride on a beautiful woman's BMW the next... That beauty is Sister Tang.
This kind of thing has happened five times in almost three years...plus today is the sixth time.
Speaking of which, Chu Zihang was sure that Mo Qiuran did not have that tendency, and these incidents also played a role as part of the basis for the judgment.
Seeing Sister Tang and Mo Qiuran leaving talking to each other, Chu Zihang frowned slightly.
Mainly because of what Mo Qiuran said to Sister Tang.
"Worried? What are you worried about?" Chu Zihang thought to himself, "Does Sister Tang have any special identity? Or is her relationship with Mo Qiuran so unusual that Mo Qiuran told him everything about the interview?"
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"So you already knew?" Sister Tang suddenly said on the way.
"What do you know?" Mo Qiuran looked confused, but then he suddenly realized, "Do you know that Sister Tang, you like me? Oh, I'm so shy, but it's actually acceptable!"
"You have beautiful thoughts!" Sister Tang grabbed Mo Qiuran's ears angrily, "Speak quickly!"
"Ah ah ah, can you please stop changing from the style of a domineering female CEO to the style of an old lady so quickly?" Mo Qiuran wailed, "Sister Tang, you are so young and beautiful, you are really not suitable for this style. Trust me!"
"Are you willing to talk about it in a suitable girlfriend style?" Sister Tang's tone suddenly became gentle, and she loosened her hand that was holding Mo Qiuran's ear, and slid down Mo Qiuran's back, but sweetly But there seems to be a secret murderous intention hidden in the greasiness.
"Uh... this..." Mo Qiuran hesitated.
"Say it quickly!" Sister Tang stopped when her hand slid to Mo Qiuran's waist, and pinched the soft flesh of his waist with great precision.
"Stop! It hurts, it hurts!" Mo Qiuran quickly begged for mercy, "Sister Tang, do you have any misunderstanding about your girlfriend Feng?"
"Isn't this where Girlfriend Feng pinches you?" Sister Tang asked back.
"Of course not!" Mo Qiuran said seriously, "According to scientists' research, they prefer to unscrew their boyfriend's Tianling cap! All the energy they save when they can't unscrew the bottle cap is used on that!"
"I'm different, I feel sorry for you," Sister Tang's charming eyes and sudden coquettish tone made Mo Qiuran's heartbeat stop for half a beat. Then it returned to coolness and hit the soft flesh of his waist again with incomparable accuracy. "So I won't tighten the Tianling cover anymore. It's better to tighten it here."
"It hurts, it hurts! I was wrong, I was wrong, just say it!" Mo Qiuran begged for mercy again and again.
It's true that I can't bear it.
This unbearability does not refer to the fear of being screwed by Sister Tang... but refers to the experience brought by Sister Tang's instant switching of styles. There is really nothing that can be done about this Mo Qiuran.
As we all know, one thing brings another down. What an opera star fears most is meeting an opera actor who can act better than him. What's even more terrifying is that the opera actor Mo Qiuran met was... so beautiful.
"It's hard for a hero to be a beauty, so it's normal for me to give in." Mo Qiuran comforted himself in his heart.
