Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 3903 He is more lonely than fireworks (12)

During that poem recitation, the cooperation between Ning An and Song Shaoyan was astonishing, and the audience applauded endlessly.

Both of them have excellent English literacy, not only fluent and standard, but also full of affection.

Song Shaoyan was rebellious and rebellious. He dismissed such a performance. As soon as the show was over, he drove his sports car and left the campus.

Ning An, on the other hand, was reluctant to leave in the background, sitting in a corner, quietly watching the program video over and over again, carefully cherishing it.

That little white dress had been hanging in her closet until she got divorced, because she didn't understand until that moment... everything between her and Song Shaoyan was like a flower in a mirror, a moon in the water, and she treated it as if He never cared about precious things.

She recited that English poem over and over again, completely able to recite it backwards, and that poem was deeply engraved in her mind.

What she just recited was the one she recited on the stage.

At this moment, hearing Mo Xiu's recitation, she went back to yesterday in a daze, and the corners of her eyes were wet.

"And hid his face amid a crowd of stars." Mo Xiu finished the last sentence.

The breeze blows the leaves on the ground, and the leaves make a "rustling" sound when they rub against the ground.

All around, extremely quiet.

Ning An held the glass in both hands, and it took him a long time to calm down.

"President Mo will also read this poem?" She asked quietly.

Mo Xiu paused for a few seconds, then said flatly, "I happened to learn it."

Ning An had a sore nose and closed his eyes slightly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's nothing, I just remembered something from the past." Ning An stood up and walked to his room, "Mr. Mo, I'm a little unwell. I'll go back and rest first, sorry."

The wind blows the peach blossoms on the tree, and the pink petals flutter gently, falling on the stone table, next to Ning An's teacup, and also in the water in that cup, like a light boat.

Ning An locked herself in the bedroom all the time, and she refused to come out for dinner.

Xiaoduo called her several times, but she didn't come out.

Xiaoduo was helpless.

Moxiu went out for a trip, and when he came back, he brought Ning An a cup of warm barley and taro milk tea.

Mo Xiu knocked on the door himself: "Ning An."

The driver, Lao Zheng, was cleaning the car outside. It was already dark, and the black Bentley shone with a low-key and luxurious luster under the street lights.

Xiaoduo ran over quietly: "Master Zheng, where did President Mo go? You have been out for a long time, did you buy something for Sister Ning An?"

"I went to a milk tea shop called Qiyueqing, bought a cup of milk tea, and queued for more than an hour."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"President Mo still likes to drink this?"

"I bought it for Miss Ning, how could President Mo drink this?"

"Master Zheng, Mr. Mo is not able to move around. Could it be that he has queued for more than an hour?" Xiaoduo was surprised, "This store is very popular. Every time I go to see the queue is so long, I just give up."

"I also persuaded President Mo to change to another one, but President Mo refused, saying that this is the best place to drink in Huacheng." The driver wiped the car, "I was in the queue, and it is not convenient for President Mo to show up, so he has been patient in the car waiting for me."

"You bought a cup of milk tea when you went out?"

"if not."

Xiaoduo shrugged: "I knew I would have asked you to bring me a cup."

"By the way, President Mo's sweater is worn backwards, so you don't know how to remind him." The driver whispered.

"I said it, the housekeeper said it, President Mo didn't respond, maybe he didn't hear it! It doesn't matter, it doesn't affect President Mo's figure, whatever clothes President Mo wears is suitable." Xiaoduo smiled.

(End of this chapter)