Love is like melting

Chapter 61
Taking several deep breaths secretly, the beating heart did not return to calm, and it was not under the control of the brain's rationality.

Lian Mo raised his jaw slightly, his long and narrow black eyes were full of jokes and smiles, and his lips curled slightly: "I heard it."

Ji Yerong frowned, and before he could understand what he meant, his hoarse voice came to his ears along with the warm wind, "Ayu's heart is beating very fast!"

As if he had discovered something extraordinary, his eyes were shining brightly.

In contrast, Ji Yerong's expression was slightly embarrassed and distressed. After discovering something that shouldn't be discovered, his already somewhat crimson cheeks gradually turned red with blood, and he didn't know why. Urgent, or ashamed.

This scene fell into Lian Mo's eyes, and there were only four words left in his mind: peach blossom with a human face.

I couldn't help it, I didn't want to bear it, and I didn't have to bear it. When Ji Yerong wanted to get rid of him more and more, not only did he not let go, but he leaned towards her, and Ji Yerong's heart trembled inexplicably.

This time I was really in a hurry, aside from not wanting to be kissed by him, there was still Yusha standing in the room, he was shameless, but she still wanted it.

When Ji Yerong glanced over, he found that Yu Sha was no longer in the bedroom. It must be embarrassing to be ashamed. Fortunately, Yu Sha did not go up to broadcast live, otherwise she would really not be able to look directly at Yu Sha in the future.

Ji Yerong's chest heaved more frequently than running ten kilometers with sandbags tied to his feet. His eyes stared at him, but he was no longer desolate as if he were thousands of miles away, more like coquettishness.

Lian Mo watched with joy from the bottom of his heart, hugged her into his arms, kissed her hair, murmured softly, and asked himself repeatedly: "Ayu, Ayu, whose Ayu is Ayu? Ayu is the fourth brother Ayu."

Ji Yerong: "..."

This man, the rain got into his head.

Commonly known as: brain flooded.

It rained for a long time. In the evening, Lianmo had to go back to the presidential palace in a hurry. When he left the night garden, the heavy rain was still there.

Before leaving, he told Yusha to bring more hot water to her, otherwise she would not remember to drink hot water, and also pay attention to her body temperature, because she might catch a cold because of the rain.

After exhorting Yu Sha, he also instructed Ji Yerong: "I'm afraid I won't be able to come back to have dinner with you at night. Tell Yu Sha to go if you want to eat. If you really don't have an appetite, you should eat something. Fruits are fine."

Ji Yerong nodded.

He said again: "Ten o'clock, no, if you don't come back at 09:30, you go to bed first, don't wait for me, cover the quilt, don't kick the quilt!"

Ji Yerong: "..."

She didn't intend to wait for him to come back, and she sleeps very honestly, never kicking the quilt!
Lian Mo wanted to say something, but Cheng Mu couldn't help urging him, it's really time to go!He almost couldn't bear Your Excellency's nonsense.

Ji Yerong is not a child, why do you repeat these trivial matters over and over again, are you really not bothered?He felt irritable when he heard it!
Lian Mo probably sensed the impatience in A Yu's eyes, and the smile on his lips was a little helpless and self-deprecating, as if he had really become long-winded.

Finally, he hugged Ji Yerong, leaned his head to her ear, and said softly, "Don't think about it, those hibiscus flowers will be fine, and so will we."

Ji Yerong's eyes tightened suddenly, and his loosened body stiffened, watching him turn around and get into the car.

Through the car window, Lian Mo waved to her, signaling her to come into the house quickly, and don't stand at the door and get wet by the wind and rain.

The car gradually drifted away under the rain curtain, and finally disappeared in the hazy mist. Ji Yerong stood at the door for a long time, and repeated a sentence in his heart: He understands, so he understands everything.

Huo Yimo's new book conference was held in a grand manner. Apart from inviting the major media, Huo Yuan, who played a pivotal role in the political power, and the children from the orphanage were also invited.

The entrance of the press conference was full of flower baskets. There were fellow authors, wealthy ladies, and people from political circles. After all, she was Huo Yuan's younger sister, and there was never a shortage of people who wanted to use her to curry favor with Huo Yuan.

Fortunately, Huo Yuan dotes on this younger sister very much, she never worries about these intricate relationships, and helps her handle them properly.

Huo Yuan made a speech at the press conference, publicly supported his sister, and donated tens of millions of sky-high donations to the construction of the orphanage in the name of Huo Yimo, becoming the highest in the audience.

Afterwards, all kinds of funding for orphanages, and funding for those children to go to school continued to flow, far exceeding Huo Yimo's initial estimate.

The press conference ended successfully, and signed books and champagne snacks were provided to entertain the media and guests attending the conference.

Huo Yuan was busy with work, so he left in a hurry after donating. Huo Yimo made a stunning appearance in a white dress and high heels, holding a glass of champagne, and thanked the donors one by one, and also thanked every guest who took the time to attend the press conference. The publishing house also has all the staff on site.

At the corner of the press conference, there was a very inconspicuous person, wearing ordinary white canvas shoes, smoky gray skinny jeans, a black T-shirt with no pattern on his upper body, and a black baseball cap. The picture of her is out of place, but fortunately, her sense of existence is weak, and no one notices her.

She stood in front of the food, but she held a book in her hand and flipped through it.

Huo Yimo's writing is simple but sharp, indifferent yet full of warmth, it is easy to touch people's hearts, I have to say that the writing is good, and the writing skills are also very deep.

It's just that this kind of propaganda has always been controversial.

The first book of Huo Yimo's debut is based on the theme of "Those Defiled Women", using real cases to tell about those women who have experienced nightmares, but they are not tolerated and treated well by the society. On the contrary, what is given to them is The strange eyes and cynicism made them unable to integrate into the normal and ordinary life. Many people suffered from depression because of this, and some people committed suicide by jumping off the building.

This book caused a great sensation as soon as it was released. In addition to the fact that the author Huo Yimo was Huo Yuan's younger sister to promote the publicity, the publisher invited the victim and Huo Yimo to attend the new book launch, which caused a stir at the time. tide of public opinion.

Some people said that Huo Yimo was just relying on her family's prominence to gain fame, while others said that she was speaking out for those victims. The comments were polarized. People who liked Huo Yimo liked her very much, and many people hated her.

But this does not hinder Huo Yimo's desire to publish a book. On average, every one to two years, she will publish a new book, which covers a wide range of topics, but has one thing in common: differences.

On weekdays, she occasionally accepts drafts from several magazines and writes a few clichéd love stories, which she calls a mood modifier.

Although the book is well written, there are some practices that she may not agree with. When she was about to put down the book and go to the bathroom, there was a light voice behind her.

"I know you, you are the undefeated God of War—Ji Yerong!"

The beautiful figure in the white dress suddenly stopped in front of the man in the peaked cap.

Although Ji Yerong was dressed in ordinary clothes, with a cap pressed down very low, and she had no sense of presence in the crowd, Huo Yimo still recognized her at a glance.

The bright eyes were spotless, and he looked at Ji Yerong curiously, but there was absolutely no malice, pure curiosity, and admiration in his eyes.

Surprise flashed across Ji Yerong's eyes, but he didn't expect that she would recognize him immediately.

"I have admired your name for a long time, and I have always wanted to know you. If you stand in front of me, I would be too foolish if I didn't recognize you." Huo Yimo's eyes fell on the book in her hand, and he smiled: "You see me When I read my book, why do I have a guilty conscience!"

Ji Yerong looked down at the book and said softly, "The book is well written."

The light in Huo Yimo's eyes suddenly lit up, and he danced as if being praised by an idol he admired, "Really? I thought you would think my writing sucks."

"No." Ji Yerong shook her head. She is used to holding guns, so it is definitely not good to ask her to hold a pen. After reading Huo Yimo's book, she thought it was well written. Even if she studied for a lifetime, she would not be able to write it. ...

She looked at the children surrounded by people, and the light in her eyes was faint, "Do you think that exposing them to the spotlight is really helping them?"

Huo Yimo followed her gaze and looked at the timid children, and said very bluntly, "You also think I'm using them to hype?"

Ji Yerong looked at her and said nothing.

Whether it was hype or not, only Huo Yimo knew best.

Huo Yimo put down the champagne glass in his hand, and said with a serious expression: "The exposure of the first child will bring some pressure and influence to his heart, but it can get more people's attention to them. Giving a helping hand can improve the lives of the next 99 children, isn't that good? What's more, the psychological pressure and influence of the first child can be cured, as long as there is correct guidance."

Ji Yerong frowned, but did not refute her words, because she was not wrong.

Originally, she wanted to use Huo Yimo as a breakthrough point to find out some things about Huo Yuan, but it was obvious that she wanted to re-evaluate Huo Yimo.

"Although I'm well protected by my brother, I'm a bit naive and stupid, but it doesn't mean I'm brainless! The books I write don't sell well just because my brother is Huo Yuan!"

Huo Yimo shrugged innocently.

"I believe it!" Ji Yerong returned the book to her, "Excuse me, I wish your new book a big hit, goodbye."

Huo Yimo was taken aback for a moment, seeing that she was about to leave, she hurriedly followed her and asked, "You don't like the book I wrote?"

"I'm a person without empathy." It's useless for her to read such a book, because it's meaningless to sympathize with someone, so why should she waste her emotions to sympathize with others.

"You're not!" Huo Yimo suddenly stopped and said loudly to her leaving back. His voice paused slightly. When Ji Yerong stopped, he took a deep breath and said very seriously: "Ji Yerong is not There's no empathy, she's just too protective of herself."

Ji Yerong's back froze visibly. Looking back at her clean face, he pursed his lips gently and said a few words: "You don't know her."

"I don't need to know her, I just need to trust her!" Huo Yimo didn't know where her courage came from, her voice was so determined.

"Trust her?" Ji Yerong walked towards her slowly, staring at her coldly, and asked almost aggressively: "What do you believe in her? You don't even know why she appeared here today! "

"Because of my brother!" Huo Yimo blurted out, "Your Excellency and my brother have more and more differences, and the interests involved are becoming more and more complicated. You disappeared for four years and came back from the dead. Your Excellency has been blocking you from the outside world." The news that the soldiers and ghosts were disbanded for no reason, I think you will no longer work for Your Excellency, but you are still standing on the same front with Your Excellency, right?"

Ji Yerong frowned and remained silent.

Huo Yimo was much smarter than she imagined, she just deliberately avoided those political disputes, and didn't let herself fall into that whirlpool.

(End of this chapter)