Midsummer Night said, as if he was a little uncomfortable, and quickly turned his head away.

Song Nanxi paused slightly, and then his heart warmed, "Hmm." ”

A Midsummer Night was gone quickly.

Song Nanxi looked at her back, the corners of her lips were slightly pulled, and she also stood up and walked outside.

Suddenly, I bumped into a familiar figure.

That figure, tall and familiar.

Song Nanxi didn't even see his face, he had already instinctively recognized him.

Moyagawa.

The man she once thought she loved so much that she couldn't help herself.

Mo Yechuan frowned when he saw her appearance today, and said, "Isn't it a rehearsal, why are you dressed like this?" I don't even paint a single makeup. ”

Song Nanxi raised his face and smiled lightly, "What advice does Young Master Mo have?" ”

Although he was laughing, the emotions in it were not warm.

On the contrary, it was so cold that there was no temperature.

Mo Yechuan was choked by her alienated and cold attitude.

A nameless anger surged up, and he said with a heavy face: "I heard that your work was lost, let's see how pitiful you are." ”

Song Nanxi smiled lightly, "Thank you so much, now that you see it, let it go." ”

As soon as the words fell, Song Nanxi was unwilling to maintain even that little bit of false smile, and it became cold in an instant.

Mo Yechuan grinded his back teeth, as if he finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned his head suddenly, and said, "You shouldn't be a person who loses everything, how can you be so good that you will lose such an important thing?" ”

Song Nanxi didn't reply, and left directly.

Suddenly, Mo Yechuan felt a little embarrassed.

Unwillingness, annoyance, and more loss.

He grabbed her hand and said, "I'm talking to you!" ”

Song Nanxi turned around and swept over with cold eyes, "Yes, why didn't I hear you calling my name?" ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand away and said lightly: "So you are looking for me, what is the matter?" ”

Mo Yechuan's face turned gloomy and white, black and blue, and then he said slowly: "If you lose something, you won't be eligible to participate, I know you attach great importance to this competition." ”

Song Nanxi raised her eyebrows.

Mo Yechuan looked at her, unprecedentedly serious, and said: "If you ask me to help you, I have a way to help you talk about it, and give you another chance, next week, there will be a larger clothing exhibition in Hangzhou than this, if you want to ......"

"I don't want to." Song Nanxi looked at him coldly and interrupted him.

Mo Yechuan's face was ugly, "Don't be angry about this kind of thing, you will regret it for the rest of your life!" ”

Song Nanxi smiled lightly and said slowly: "Is it not angry to accept your charity and beg for mercy?" ”

Mo Yechuan's heart was suffocated.

Alms?

Begging?

These two words are almost like turning his heart upside down, piercing to the heart!

"Since you hate me, don't provoke me again, Mo Dashao," Song Nanxi's voice was cold, "I have a way to solve my matter." ”

Mo Yechuan's voice froze, he was angry, and laughed angrily: "What are you doing, what can you do, can you still conjure up an entry in one day?" ”

Before Song Nanxi could say anything, a weak shout suddenly came from behind him: "Yechuan? ”

The voice is soft and soft, different from Song Nanxi's deliberate coldness and distancing, it is very attractive to listen to.

From the beginning, Mo Yechuan liked her gentle and gentle appearance like white moonlight, but now, when he saw Jiang Nanyan, he found that he seemed to have some indescribable rejection.

What is she here for?