Until the end of this brief meeting, Mo Mo was in this state of confusion, and he didn't even listen to what the program team said about tomorrow's program arrangement.

Until they dispersed and returned to the hotel room, she was still a little confused.

But at this point, the show is not the most important thing for her.

She closed the door, sat down on the couch, and began to call out to the man in red.

No response.

Mo Mo swallowed and continued to call him.

She couldn't do it any other way.

The mode of getting along between the man in red and her has always been like this, all the initiative and control have always been in the hands of the other party.

She didn't even know how to find each other.

So once something happens to the other party, she has no ability to deal with it at all.

- Of course, the man in red never thought that he would have a situation that he couldn't handle at the beginning.

It can only be said that it is overconfident.

Mo Mo shouted for a long time, waited for nearly an hour, and did not get any response.

The feeling of uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger, and she began to can't help but think in a not very good direction: Senior him, is something wrong?

What will happen to him?

If something happens to him, then he ......

Mo Mo sat on the sofa blankly for a while, looking at the time, it was already half past four in the afternoon.

She exhaled slowly, got up, bent over, and pulled out a notebook from her private suitcase next to her.

She's ready to write songs.

She likes music, she has liked it since she was a child, but her own talent can't support her liking, until she meets the man in red, which gives her extraordinary talent.

In the past three years, many times, when he is unhappy, uncalm and unsatisfactory, Mo Mo likes to comfort himself with music.

In the past few years, in addition to some classic songs given to her by Mo Mo, she has also created several popular golden songs.

She sat at her desk, pen in hand, and dropped on the paper in a hurry.

The sharp tip of the pen did not move for a long time.

Mo Mo was stunned.

She stared blankly at her hands, at the blank pages, and was stunned on the spot.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, her expression, her thoughts, everything about her, all frozen.

For a long time, outside the unclosed window, a gust of wind blew in, blowing the curtains a little.

It also breaks the stagnation of silence.

Mo Mo's face suddenly showed a look of horror.

Her eyes widened, staring at the paper on the table, and at her hand holding the pen, as if she had seen something extremely frightening.

"I, I ......"

Her lips trembled, and her whole face trembled, like a fish stranded on the desk on the verge of suffocation, and her mouth opened in vain and desperately, gasping for breath.

Suddenly, she raised her hand violently and threw the pen out of her hand.

Crazy again, he stood up, grabbed the notebook in his hand, tore it up, and threw it on the ground.

"I ......," she muttered, but she couldn't get a complete sentence out for a long time.

Her talent, her creative ability.

Nope.

The moment I was about to put pen to paper, the usual surging inspiration and all kinds of professional skills that constantly appeared in my mind disappeared in an instant.

Not to mention a catchy golden song, she can't even write an ordinary saliva song score now.

What happened?

What happened?

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See you later.

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