Marriott Hotel.

Presidential Suite.

Under the sparkling crystal lamp.

Ye Zhenzhen looked at the man opposite with fascination.

It's been five years.

He became more handsome.

Despite the fact that he was in a wheelchair.

But it doesn't hurt his charm.

That gloomy temperament added a sense of mystery to him.

He faded to youth, mature, cold, and wise.

The whole person is as perfect as the god Apollo.

Since she stepped into the modeling circle, there have been countless beautiful men around her.

But none of them could leave a mark on her heart.

Except for him.

"Mo, how have you been doing in the past few years?"

He never spoke.

Cold.

Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but speak.

Tang Mo's sharp black eyes glanced at her.

Ye Zhenzhen was flashed by the cold glint in his eyes.

His aura grew stronger and stronger.

"Good."

He said.

Two short words, revealing indifference and alienation.

Ye Zhenzhen's delicate and beautiful face flashed with loss.

"You still hate me?"

She choked up.

There's no denying it.

When she saw him, she still had a heart-warming feeling.

Even, more intensely than five years ago.

Tang Mo looked at her, his thin lips hooked slightly, "I think too much." ”

"You're not qualified to make me hate you yet."

"If you ask me to come to catch up with the old days, then I won't accompany you!"

As he spoke, he pushed the wheelchair away.

If you are shocked.

Ye Zhenzhen can no longer be calm.

She didn't care about her image and hurried over.

"Don't go!"

"Mo, don't leave me."

"I've missed you so much all these years."

"I think about it all the time."

Because I ran too fast.

High heels accidentally stumbled.

She fell to the ground in embarrassment.

In front of outsiders, Ye Zhenzhen is good enough, 178 tall man, angel face, devil figure, coupled with excellent family conditions, she has been a princess held in the palm of her hand since she was a child, and the stars hold the moon.

At present, it is impossible to do such a low volt.

Only in front of Tang Mo will she show her humble self.

She didn't know what was going on.

Perhaps, he is her natural enemy, specially to restrain her.

"Ink ......"

Tang Mo's hand resting on the armrest paused.

Ye Zhenzhen stood up in pain.

She hurried to catch up with him.

"Let's start over, shall we?"

Ye Zhenzhen was half-kneeling in front of him, her eyes wet.

If you are an ordinary man, where can you refuse.

However, Tang Mo is not an ordinary man.

He stared at her, his slender hand gently lifting her sharpened chin.

Under the light and shadow, her beauty captures people's hearts and souls.

Once, he really liked her.

Now, all that's left is strangeness, and mockery.

"You said you miss me, so in the past five years, have you called me and sent me a message?"

Ye Zhenzhen bit her lip.

"Speechless?"

Her eyes were teary.

"I wanted to fight, but my agent didn't allow me to fight, he said that if I want to succeed, I must give up my love."

"Mo, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"I don't know how it got like this, I don't know ......"

Tang Mo looked at it coldly.

"Don't know?"

He pinched her jaw hard.

"I'll tell you now."

"Ye Zhenzhen, you are selfish!"

"In your Ye Zhenzhen's eyes, I, Tang Mo, am just a toy."

"You're tired of it, you can throw it away, and now you have everything, fame, reputation, you're at the top, and you think of the toy you threw away."

"Because you're bored."

She shook her head like a rattle.

"It's not like that, it's not!"

"Tang Mo, I'm sincere to you."

"It always has been."

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