Warm your right hand with your left hand.

She was used to being alone.

Mo Enqiao hid in the corner, staring at her lonely back, in order to get her, no one knew how he had tormented himself these days, he told himself over and over again in his heart that the short separation was for a long time together, and he would definitely give her happiness.

"Eve, get ready to take the stage." The manager told her to prepare.

Mo Enqiao flashed.

She changed into a white trailing gown, walked to the stage, couldn't help but be nervous, stood on the stage, found that no one noticed her appearance, heart, quieted down a little, sat on the stool, grabbed the microphone, turned around, signaled that the music was okay, a little sad music, and her cold voice.

I cried until my throat was hoarse, and I had to desperately pretend to be stupid

I deliberately turned a blind eye to her hair on your coat

She should listen to you very much

She should follow your lead

Stay at home obediently

Quietly guarding the phone

I've cut my hair short, cut off my care

Cut a place not to be loved by the bifurcation

Long long short short long long

Inch by inch struggling

I have cut my hair short and cut off the punishment

Cutting the ground hurt my embarrassment

It's clear over and over again

Cut off your love words and your lies in one fell swoop

I cried until my throat was hoarse, and I had to desperately pretend to be stupid

I deliberately turned a blind eye to her hair on your coat

She should listen to you very much

She should follow your lead

Stay at home obediently

Quietly guarding the phone

I've cut my hair short, cut off my care

Cut a place not to be loved by the bifurcation

Long long short short long long

Inch by inch struggling

I have cut my hair short and cut off the punishment

Cutting the ground hurt my embarrassment

It's clear over and over again

Cut off your love words and your lies in one fell swoop

I've cut my hair short, cut off my care

Cut a place not to be loved by the bifurcation

Long long short short long long

Inch by inch struggling

I have cut my hair short and cut off the punishment

Cutting the ground hurt my embarrassment

It's clear over and over again

Cut off your love words and your lies in one fell swoop

Cut off your love words and your lies in one fell swoop

Hold the microphone and close your eyes. Scene after scene in front of him passed by like a movie, her long hair was his love but her pain, and their connection was cut off like the wind. I'm afraid it's hard to continue anymore.

Nan Ruoxun sat in the corner and watched her sing affectionately, his heart was surging, and the bits and pieces after meeting her fermented in his heart, he actually remembered so clearly, her tears, her smile, her loneliness, and her enthusiasm.

With short hair, she is more beautiful and charming, and she is a little more energetic and refreshing in her suppleness, which is more suitable for her age.

Distracted. After a song, the audience applauded.

A bouquet of flowers covered the face of the giver, and she bent down to thank him: "Thank you." ”

Murong Yuan hugged her tightly: "Eve." I almost didn't recognize you anymore, I haven't seen you for a month, you've changed, you've become more beautiful. ”

"Really? Thank you. She smiled.

watched her and her nephew Murong Yuan talk and laugh and walk backstage. Nan Ruoxun poured the whole bottle of wine with his neck up. Strode out of the Century Hotel.

Not far away, the two people watched Nan Ruoxun muttering something to each other, and followed Nan Ruoxun out of the hall.

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind.

Uncle Nan stood behind them and dialed Hao Xiang's phone: "Hao Xiang, Ruoxun is drunk, just went downstairs, pay attention to the tail behind him." ”

Ah Sang pushed Mr. Mo over: "Anan, your eyesight is getting better and better, over time." With a little dim sum, Miss Xia can become a new generation of actresses. ”

"Haha. Who doesn't know that Mo's film and television company is a star-making mecca, and if Eve can be favored by Mr., her future will naturally be limitless. Uncle Nan invited Mr. Mo to the backstage.

Yun Jing'er took her hand and chattered endlessly, and Murong Yuan sat on the dressing table, staring at her without blinking.

"Why did you cut your hair?"

She was most afraid of Murong Yuan's question, but he still asked.

"It's the New Year, and I want to change my hairstyle and change my mood." For the first time, I think it's good to celebrate the New Year.

The two of them chatted some innocuous words, she didn't ask Murong Yuan why she went abroad, and Murong Yuan didn't ask how her relationship with her uncle was, the two of them were cautious, a little more strange and estranged.

"Tomorrow is the Chinese New Year's Eve, how are you going to live?" Murong Yuan asked.

"Tomorrow I am a night game, and Uncle Nan promised me to give me 50,000 yuan per game." She removes makeup.

"See you tomorrow." , Murong Yuan said goodbye suddenly.

Somewhat inexplicable.

It was already eleven o'clock when I returned to Uncle Nan's house, on the night of the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, I leaned in front of the window and watched the fireworks in the sky.

The phone rang, she quickly grabbed the phone, held the phone in disappointment, and for a while, watched Mo Enqiao's three words flicker, and answered the phone: "Good evening." ”

"Okay, grandma said your voice is very good, I hope I can talk to you." It turned out that Mo Enqiao came to lobby himself to join the film and television company of the Mo Group.

She was stunned for a moment, and said weakly: "I really don't have the ability or interest, it's good to sing in Uncle Nan's hotel." ”

"You're going to sing in the cabaret for the rest of your life?" Mo Enqiao asked.

"Let's take it one step at a time." She didn't want to plan for the future, and her future didn't go her way.

After a short silence, Mo Enqiao whispered: "It's not early, you rest early." ”

"Good night."

Polite greetings.

Bored and flipping through her phone, Nan Ruoxun's avatar was gray, WeChat had not been updated for a long time, and there was no new news on Weibo, she suddenly felt a sense of panic, shook her head vigorously, curled up on the bed, and forced herself to listen to the song with headphones.

When I woke up, it was almost noon, and I habitually grabbed my mobile phone, and there were nineteen missed calls, all of which belonged to Uncle Nan.

The right eyelid jumped inexplicably.

Shaking a slightly sore head, after washing, turn on the TV, the picture flashed over the crowded crowd, and the female reporter was explaining with a microphone in her hand: "According to relevant people, the behind-the-scenes boss of this shopping mall is Nan Ruoxun, president of Nanshi Group. ”

Did Nam Ruoxun have an accident?

The phone rang just right.

It's Uncle Nan: "What's wrong with Nan Ruoxun?" ”

"Eve, Nan Ruoxun has acquired Huanhai's shopping mall, do you know?" Uncle Nan asked.

She knew that it was a gift from Nan Ruoxun, and hoped that one day she would be able to stand in front of Nan with her waist straight: "Yes, I know, he took me there." ”

"It's that shopping mall, the elevator had an accident, and it has been confirmed that it was man-made." Uncle Nan's voice was a little serious.

"Someone ......" she didn't ask the latter words, if someone was killed or injured, the characterization of the accident would be completely different.

After a moment of silence, Uncle Nan said, "Two people died, and their identities are unknown. ”

"How is Nam Ruoxun?" (To be continued.) )