Negative news about Mo Huanyan hit her all over the world, but it was the same thing. For her 25th birthday, is this the only "gift"?

But the only thing to be thankful for is that Mo Huanyan is the initiator of Mo Huanyan's derailment, and Mo Huanyan also has a certain direction.

The ringtone of the mobile phone came to Mo Huanyan's ears, and the name of the contact on the mobile phone screen was only one word: brother. Mo Huanyan smiled bitterly and answered the phone.

"Surprised, huh?" The young man's hearty voice calmed Mo Huanyan's heart. Obviously, he and Mo Huanyan came to this world only a few minutes apart, and in Mo Huanyan's eyes, Mo Huanyi will always be just the clean and pure teenager who rides a bicycle to help her buy popsicles after school.

"What's wrong?"

"Sister, I've been sneezing lately."

"Say it quickly."

"Did you miss me?" Mo Huanyi always looks like a child who doesn't grow up.

"Maybe."

"Well, it seems that your mood is quite stable now, happy birthday, old lady."

"If you have a conscience, hang up."

"Take good care of yourself."

After hanging up the phone, the whole room seemed extraordinarily quiet. Mo Huanyi always has a way to make Mo Huanyan feel better, but it still hasn't changed.

On the opposite side of 705, elegant jazz music fills the room with a romantic atmosphere. However, Ling Ye has never had a penchant for listening to jazz music. It's just that the person named Mo Huanyan asked him to dig out some things from his memories that he didn't want to face.

This Mo Huanyan is a bit interesting.

The hour hand slowly moved towards twelve o'clock, and Mo Huanyan's twenty-fifth birthday came to an end, and she had slept peacefully, but two inadvertent tears fell in her sleep.

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Mo Huanyan has always been accustomed to getting up early, and now the situation has taken a big turn, first, there are an unprecedented number of people who pay attention to this matter, but none of her fans have fallen. The second is that Fang Huai also announced on Weibo that the two had broken up before this in order to compensate her for a white lie, but changed the breakup date from the end of March to January. Most of the rest of the people who are talking about Hei Mo Huanyan have similar comments, and even their ID numbers are similar, and they are probably all invited by someone.

However, people always like the dramatization of stories. What would happen if the news of Fang Huai's derailment was exposed, Mo Huanyan thought about it like this, but quickly dispelled this idea, Fang Huai helped her, this matter broke out, forget it, Mo Huanyan has his own plans.

Mo Huanyan saw Ling Ye again, it was in the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel, where free breakfast was provided for the guests, and this hotel was heard to be a famous five-star hotel in City B, although it was a little expensive, but the breakfast was indeed very rich.

Breakfast was a buffet, she took a large cup of soy milk, took a sip slightly, but frowned again, there was no taste. But she has been trying to eat as little sweet as possible since her debut, and it is clear that desserts are her favorite.

But Mo Huanyan has been under too much pressure recently.

She asked the aunt in the hall for two spoonfuls of white sugar, poured it into soy milk, and stirred it with a spoon. The morning sun didn't energize her, and the restaurant's retro style wasn't to her taste. A meter of sunlight passed through the curtain and formed a small dim spot of light on Mo Huanyan's hand.

Ling Ye held a bowl of white porridge and sat opposite Mo Huanyan.

"Don't mind."

"Don't mind."

"You seem to love sweets?" Ling Ye's tone softened a lot, and he was generally in a better mood in the early morning.

"You've seen it." At this time, Mo Huanyan was still very haggard, and his voice was much lower.

"You're really, like a person."

"Like whom?"

“······” Ling Ye was silent for a while, then returned to his original indifference, "It's just one person." ”

This person simply turns his face faster than a book.

Mo Huanyan quickly drank the soy milk in the cup, forced a smile and said to Ling Ye, "Goodbye." "Hurriedly left with his bag and went to the set. If Ling Ye is interesting to her, she will have a strong backer, and this is not bad.

Mo Huanyan walked into the set, but he came an hour and a half earlier than the specified time, but the cameras were basically in place. They have their own circle, from the perspective of onlookers on the scene, and they know best the strength of the actors.

Mo Huanyan asked them for advice. It's kind of rewarding.

"Thank you." Mo Huanyan smiled sweetly, and her eyes fell on a young woman, who had created a slightly faded blue plaid shirt, with fresh short hair, and she looked quite delicate. The woman's expression was flustered, and her face was clouded with gloom.

Mo Huanyan walked over and patted her on the shoulder, "Need help?" ”

She turned her head, a little surprised, and then smiled reluctantly, "Thank you, I can do it myself." ”

"You're probably younger than me."

"Just graduated from college."

Mo Huanyan nodded, a girl who just graduated from college has few qualifications, let's help her, Mo Huanyan was like her when she first entered the entertainment industry.

"Are you an agent or an actor, if you need it, I'll help you."

"Thank you, Sister Huanyan, I am Ye Ruoxin's assistant, Mi Xiaonuo, Sister Ruoxin asked me to come and get her bag."

"Bags? Then I know where it is. Mo Huanyan said with a smile, "Everything that falls on the set of the actors will be kept by the director team." ”

Mo Huanyan walked to the camera and asked softly, "Excuse me, is Ye Ruoxin's bag here?" ”

One of them pointed to a corner, "Everything is there." ”

"Thank you." Mo Huanyan found a pink bag and handed it to Mi Xiaonuo, who was looking for it, "Is this it?" ”

"Thank you, Sister Huanyan." Mi Xiaono hesitated for a moment and said:

"Sister Huanyan, although I didn't eat in a box with you yesterday, when I came out, the director helped you out, and you were ······ at the time."

"I was drunk."

"Then you must be careful, that director doesn't have any good intentions for you."

"Hmm." Mo Huanyan smiled and walked into the dressing room.

The makeup artist skillfully painted Mo Huanyan's eyebrows, and a message jumped out of the homepage of the mobile phone: Guess I'm there. - Mo Huanyi.

This kid, is it possible to return to China? Mo Huanyan sent a few words over: How do I know.

In the next second, the message came back: I'm in City B, right in the city where you are now.

What, Mo Huanyi is back? Another message followed: 12:00 noon, see you on the 2nd floor of the Cloud Forest Western Restaurant in the city center. (^_-)