Mu Yao thought he had misheard.

She looked back, and the first thing she saw was the Prada black velvet shirt due to the height difference.

Slowly moving her gaze upwards, she saw the face that emerged from her memory.

The facial features have not changed much, but five years have passed, and the youthfulness and flamboyance of the eyebrows have faded, with a bit of maturity and restraint.

The hair that used to be dyed foggy blue has now changed back to a regular pure black, with a neat big back.

He is already tall, and this hairstyle makes him appear taller and more oppressive.

The unruly boy in my memory and the successful man in front of me can't be stacked anywhere else except for the face.

Mu Yao felt empty in his heart.

She sometimes secretly misses the years they were together.

But both of them have changed.

Five years of hard time passed in front of her eyes, and her throat was tight, and she couldn't say a word.

Cen Lin looked her up and down.

She was barefoot, disheveled, and her lipstick was messy.

There was a hint of disdain in his eyes when he looked at her, "Didn't you make your debut in the C position?" How did it get mixed up like this? ”

Mu Yao had already cleaned up her messy mood, she straightened her back, stroked her hair, and armed herself to the point of invulnerability, and she was full of amorous feelings.

"What have I become?" She sneered.

Just as he was arguing, the elevator "ding" and the door opened. She never expected that it was Wang Jingqing who was panting outside.

He stared at Mu Yao viciously, like a life-seeking ghost.

She gasped and reflexively took a step back.

Cen Lin seemed to know exactly what was going on, he grabbed her shoulders and took her into his arms, "What's the matter with Mr. Wang?" ”

As soon as Wang Jingqing raised his eyes, he was surprised to find that the eldest young master of the Cen family was also there, his expression was dazed, and then turned into a sneer, "Yo, Mr. Cen is also there." ”

He glanced at Cen Lian's hand holding Mu Yao, and muttered in his heart.

The elevator couldn't close because he was blocking the door, and the alarm sounded "Dididi".

Cen Lin asked, "Does Mr. Wang want to come in?" ”

His words sounded polite, but his eyes were oppressive.

Wang Jingqing hurriedly retreated, "No, no, please." ”

The elevator door creaked shut, and Cen Lin gestured to him in the gap, but a chilling smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Mu Yao said, "Thank you." ”

Cen Lin withdrew the arm that was holding her shoulder, and said nothing.

The two remained silent until the elevator stopped on the first floor.

Mu Yao walked out barefoot.

She wanted to go out to take a taxi, but she didn't even have a pair of shoes, and if this dignity was photographed and posted on the Internet, I don't know what it would look like.

She sat on the couch in the hall, thinking about what to do.

Cen Lin walked over and carried a pair of disposable slippers in his hand, which he had just asked the staff for.

He threw the slippers away at her feet, motioned for her to put them on, sat down next to her, and asked, "What's the matter with you and Wang Jingqing?" ”

"He wants to subtly rule me, I'm not ready, that's it."

Mu Yao didn't shy away from it, she knew that she couldn't hide it.

Cen Lin laughed softly, a little sarcastic. His laughter seemed to say: After the breakup, you didn't have a good time.

There's nothing more social than being disgraced in front of your ex-boyfriend...... She felt a little embarrassed, but straightened her back.

Her appearance of being a soldier made Cen Lin feel very interesting. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her over, his fingers around her chin, and said harshly:

"Who are you diving or not? Wouldn't it be better to have my ex-boyfriend with me? ”