"Maybe you never knew what I did to you...... That feeling...... Always ignorant, but with a bit of youthful beauty......" Mo Rutian muttered to himself, his beautiful and handsome face was full of hazy brilliance, and his brown eyes and smile had a natural and noble atmosphere.

Retracting his gaze, Mo Rutian collected his thoughts, drove the car, and took her to his mansion - Caesar's Bay Villa.

……

And Qi Longbing, who was waiting in the presidential suite, waited for a long time and didn't see anyone come out, but the sound of the rushing water continued.

A suspicion was in his mind, and finally, he slammed open the bathroom door, but there was no one to see, only a line of words left on the glass of the sink was conspicuously there.

It reads: Mr. Qi, Qi Longbing, Qi Wangba, you die!!

Looking at these cursed words, Qi Longbing's handsome face was gloomy for a while, and his eyes as deep as the sea were filled with a burst of black mist.

After a while, Qi Longbing's cold and depressed eyebrows were relaxed, and Yin and Yang smiled weirdly, "Flower Little Devil...... You've got a kind! ”

His face was full of the smile that was as beautiful as an angel but as evil as Satan......

……

Following.

Sunlight shines through the crystal clear glass windows and casts dappled light in the room.

The girl on the bed could no longer stay on the bed, and when she turned over and opened her eyelids slightly, a familiar landscape painting came into her sight.

"Uh......" Hua Xiaomo was stunned, almost bouncing up from the bed, and walked quickly to the painting. Tsai carefully looked at this oil painting, which shows the sunset, the sea and the distant mountains, and after the ingenuity and embellishment, this painting is more energetic and soulful.

"This ...... How did this end up here? Hua Xiaomo didn't have time to think about the cause and effect of last night, and he was stunned when he saw this painting, and he clearly saw that the inlaid frame was written under the four ink characters of "The Thin West Mountain", which was written by himself three years ago.

And his incomplete painting was also donated by himself to his senior Long Shangxuan, in order to express his admiration at that time. But there has been no news since.

Some time ago, he miraculously met his senior in the hospital, and he told her that he had left the painting in his home.

Don't...... Is this his home?

Suddenly. There was a sound of a twisting door.

"Senior......" Hua Xiaomo shouted sensitively, but when he saw the person coming, his eyes were slightly awkward.

"Flower Mo, are you awake?" Mo Rutian said with a smile. Why did she call him senior? It seems that this name never existed in my memory. Seeing her standing in front of the portrait, I suddenly had the illusion that she and the painting seemed to be one and the same, worthy of beauty.

"......" Hua Xiaomo's mind was a little empty, and he immediately sorted out his thoughts, remembering everything last night, yes, she was taken to the room by Qi Longbing at that time, and then she escaped, and then met him again......

Hua Xiaomo subconsciously glanced at himself, and his clothes were intact. That's when I was relieved.

"You brought me here? Over here...... Where is it? ”

"Last night, you were drunk, let me take you home. However, I don't know where your home is, so I've brought you to me. Mo Ru Tianyan said, and there was a slight softness in his brown eyes.

Seeing that she was a little restrained, he wanted to step forward and let her relax, but for some reason, he just stood in the doorway and watched her. A slight tide of shyness penetrated through that handsome face.

After listening to his explanation, Hua Xiaomo didn't say anything. But I always feel a little weird. The afterglow swept to the painting on the wall, just as he was about to ask something.

Suddenly, a voice came, "Young Master, Mr. Long has arrived in the hall and is waiting for you to go down." An old servant stood at the door.

"Okay, I'll go down now." Mo Rutian replied, looking at the dazzling little devil, but he didn't speak yet.

Hua Xiaomo had already taken a sword step and walked towards him, "Thank you, I'm going back now." Then he quickly passed by Mo Rutian and walked out of the room directly.

As expected, the Mr. Long that the servant said was really Long Shangxuan. The moment I saw him, somehow, I felt as if I heard the sound of a water bottle bursting in my heart, with a trace of pain, but it was so real.

Long Shangxuan raised his head, just in time to collide with Hua Xiaomo's line of sight. Long Shangxuan's handsome face was slightly embarrassed. Early in the morning, how could she be here?

Suddenly, a male voice came from behind him, "You know...... Director Long? ”

Hua Xiaomo's palm was slightly pinched, he glanced at Mo Rutian, thought about it, and said, "He is my senior at the university, and the painting in the room just now is my ......."

A pair of amber eyes were slightly dark, the corners of Hua Xiaomo's lips were slightly pursed, as if there was some emotion that could not be relieved, and the clear voice was also a little depressed and cold, "No matter what the reason, why my painting is here, I have to take it today." ”

Hua Xiaomo said, don't look away, walked quickly to the room, and quickly took down the "waning sun", and now there is finally an explanation that makes sense, that is......

Long Shangxuan clearly transferred his paintings to others, so when he was in the hospital, he would say those words to her. A strange feeling penetrated deep in her heart, making her beautiful face with a hint of frowning.

Mo Rutian looked at the painting in her arms and smiled, but he didn't say anything, but there was a complication in his eyes, which also made him have to think of something. It turns out that Long Shangxuan and her are college classmates?

Maybe this life encounter is so ingenious, but she is her middle school classmate. Suddenly, he was a little envious of Long Shangxuan, how wonderful it would be to be able to accompany her through a period of adolescence.

Hua Xiaomo glanced at Mo Shangxuan when he went downstairs, "I'm sorry, I have to take my things." ”

Mo Shangxuan smiled embarrassedly, "...... OK. ”

Well, although Long Shangxuan did like this painting very much when he gave it to him, but if it was her thing, he really didn't have the right to it without her permission.

Hua Xiaomo didn't say anything, and walked downstairs quickly, and when he passed by Long Shangxuan's side, Hua Xiaomo looked at him forbearingly, didn't speak, and passed by with a quick step.

Suddenly, his arm was grabbed by him, "Little devil, you listen to my explanation." ”

"That's it, senior, what else is there to explain?" Hua Xiaomo smiled faintly, thinking that he would really feel a little bit. However, it seems that this is all my own mistake.

Hua Xiaomo didn't say anything more, broke his arm with one hand, and quickly ran out of the villa.