Mo Shicang's fingertips tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound.

Squinting his eyes, he glanced at Yisheng and said, "I hope that when I come back, you can leave here." ”

Yi Sheng's smile froze on his face like that, and he paused, as if he didn't hear clearly: "Cangcang, what do you mean?" ”

The clear eyes fell on Mo Shicang's face, how could a person who looked so gentle, always speak so cold and stinging?

It's so sad......

Yi Sheng pouted, but then thought of what Steward Fang said, Cang Cang is a person who is twisted, he must be duplicitous now!

What he wants to say should be that he hopes she will stay obedient!

Thinking like this, the haze in her heart was dispelled again, her face improved a little, and she looked at Mo Shicang and said, "Okay!" It's good if you're happy. ”

Putting the coffee on the table, he glanced at Mo Shicang meaningfully, sighed lightly, and looked very helpless, then turned around and left the study, closing the door tightly.

Mo Shicang: ......

What do you mean by that last look and sigh?

Mo Shicang lowered his eyes and glanced at the mellow and rich coffee, which was still steaming.

Clear...... It's disgust and speechlessness!

Mo Shi's handsome face cracked, he stood up suddenly, looked sideways and thought carefully, savoring the expression of Yi Sheng just now, Yi Sheng was disgusted with his naivety?

The desire to win in his bones made him think that he shouldn't have it!

He's going to make Yisheng cry!

A shrewd light flashed under his deep eyes, and his slender fingers hooked the coffee cup, brought it to his lips, and took a sip, the mellow coffee slid into his throat, and a pleasant feeling spread to the limbs of his body, and the taste of this coffee was different from the taste he had ever drunk.

After a satisfying aftertaste of the taste in his mouth, he squinted at the coffee, paused for half a second, and took another sip.

This coffee tastes really good.

When the cup of coffee was drunk, Mo Shicang enjoyed the taste just now, sat on the chair and rested for a moment, thinking about how to make Yisheng cry before leaving, and when he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find that his countdown had returned to 27 days, 00 hours and 00 minutes.

Now, he can be sure...... His lifespan is somehow related to Yisheng.

This feeling is not wonderful!

He got up and walked in the direction of the bedroom, but happened to see Yisheng sitting on the bed in a daze, still holding a stack of materials in his hand.

That information was all the information about her that Steward Fang had printed out for her.

But the more you look at it...... But she felt that the more fake......

It feels like someone made it up.

The script that is destined to be a lone star, and the script that there must be a domineering male protagonist torturing her......

She was even wondering, could this be because Steward Fang had watched too much of the Dog Blood Theater and made it up for her?

However, if it is really a fake background, why should she make up an identity?

What the hell had she forgotten?

"Meow~"

She faintly heard a cat meow, walked to the window, and looked out of the window, but there was no sign of a cat, but she could always hear it.

Tilting his head in confusion, he thought about it, and suddenly he was stunned and saw the figure reflected in the window, it was Mo Shicang.

She turned to look over, and then smiled and called sweetly: "Cangcang!" ”

Mo Shicang half-squinted, took two steps forward, looked down at the pile of information in Yisheng's hand, and narrowed his eyes, "What is this?" ”