Rebirth of the perfect male god in the entertainment industry

Chapter 32 Returning to China (1)
"Let's toast our hero together!" Damon picked up the glass and said.

Mo Yue raised her glass with a smile and took a casual sip.

"Yue, this can't be done. How can you drink so little on such a happy day!" Damon asked Mo Yue to drink a few more glasses.

"Damon, he's only 14 years old, you let him drink, don't you want him to get drunk?" Kevin smiled and exposed Dimon's little thoughts.

"I just want to see him drunk, you don't know, every time I see him like that, I want to know what can make his face show other expressions." Damon admitted generously careful thinking.

"I usually have very little expression?"

"Less! Yue, to be honest, every time I see the smile on your face, I feel perfect, as if wearing a mask, which makes people want to tear it apart to see what kind of face is under the mask." Dai Meng expressed his opinion sharply.

"Really?" Mo Yue never knew that the designer's feeling could be so accurate.

"Hey, people like to talk nonsense when they are old, so don't talk about it, Yue, you sit here and have a good rest, I'll talk to some old guys." After speaking, he pulled Kevin and left.

"Yue, what did Damon mean just now?" Song Xiaohu looked at Mo Yue in confusion.

"Call you stupid." Shaking the wine in his hand, the 92-year-old Lafite is really good.

Dear, is it really good to talk nonsense like this!He clearly said that you are not him!Besides, how could he be stupid!Mechanism smart is the word to describe him!
However, no matter how excited her heart was, no matter how frenzied her eyes were, they could not change Mo Yue's face in the slightest.

After the banquet was over, Mo Yue supported Song Xiaohu, who was constantly drunk, and left in front of everyone.

After Song Xiaohu settled down, Mo Yue called Mo Yilian.

"Hey, who is it, Yueyue?" Mo Yilian looked at a string of foreign phone numbers.

"Mom, it's me. Have you had lunch?" Mo Yue thought that it should be noon in China.

"Eat, Yueyue, why haven't you slept yet? It's almost early morning on your side, isn't it?"

"Mom, I just came back from a banquet just now, so I'll sleep in a while."

"Aren't you tired? Otherwise, we'll quit." Mo Yilian felt that if she wasn't too useless, Mo Yue would not have gone to country m.

"Mom, I'm not tired. I can go back in a few days. Don't you believe in my ability? Besides, I think it's quite interesting."

"It's fine if you're not tired. If you find it interesting, as long as you don't delay your studies, your mother will support you. Well, it's getting late, so go to sleep."

"Okay, Mom, I'm hanging up, bye."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Yue looked at the moon in the sky for a long time without speaking.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" In the space, the voice of the doll sounded.

Mo Yue flashed into the space, picked up the doll, and said, "I just think, am I being too selfish?"

"Sister, why do you think so?"

"I thought that I was reborn and worked hard to treat her illness and make money so that she wouldn't have to work too hard. But those were just my thoughts. I always ignored her worries."

"Sister, I think mothers will definitely worry about their children. This is a kind of nature, no matter how strong the children are. As long as she is outside, she will be worried. They say live to 100, worry about 99, sister, don't think too much , as long as you are well, Mommy will be very happy." The baby turned around and hugged Mo Yue, and patted her back with her own little hand.

(End of this chapter)