forbidden zone of love

Chapter 11

Mo Xiaobei was dumbfounded, and asked dumbly, "Is there a fourth type?"

He smiled coldly and looked her up and down: "But according to your conditions, you are not qualified for any of these three types! Let alone the fourth type."

"you!"

Mo Xiaobei was so angry that he almost ground his teeth, closed the door angrily, turned around and kicked hard again, sank into the sofa with his buttocks, his hands trembling.

She's so mad at her, she's really rotten wood, forget it, let him!
In fact, she was sad for him. There seemed to be no friend around him who could make a heart-to-heart friend. She knew that such a person was very lonely.

I don't know when I have that feeling. When a person stands at the top of power and money, he gains a lot and loses a lot.

What you get is everyone's worship and admiration for you, and what you lose is the careful care of your friends and the care of your lover.

However, in the face of power and money, people often feel that the latter is very small.

So many people will abandon everything and climb in that direction.

Maybe, she is the same kind of person, she wants to be successful and become a top designer, but she doesn't want to lose her friends.

The success that can be shared is perhaps the sweetest. She wants the kind of success that can exude the taste of ice cream.

Hao, I don't want to be a lonely person, you will always be by my side, won't you?
Like a response, the wind blows outside the window, and the leaves rustle, like a gentle whisper between lovers.

She couldn't help but smile sweetly.

This night, I slept a lot more solidly, and the alarm rang loudly early in the morning.

The bright white light from outside the window softly shone in, covering the entire quilt.

The lemon-yellow Korean-style small alarm clock is still ringing, and the pointer has passed the integer.

Only then did he wake up from the chaotic state, glanced at the alarm clock, and almost jumped out of bed in shock.

It's almost late!

Washing in a hurry, she felt that it was a mess, but there was no sound in the next room, so she tried to keep her voice down as much as possible.When passing by his room, I couldn't help but stop.

The door was not open, and looking through the crack of the door, he frowned and slept unsteadily, with a big pillow in his arms, like a child.

Mo Xiaobei couldn't help laughing.

After thinking about it, I prepared breakfast for him at the risk of being late, and left a message in case he was too cold.

It is said that people who sleep with their pillows in their arms do not feel safe.

It turned out that they were the same person.

The class was still too long and unbearable. Fortunately, I got paid for the case I helped the teacher last time. Although it was only [-], it was also considered the first pot of gold since I entered the university.

Zhou Hui clamored for a treat.

Mo Xiaobei was also in a good mood, the two happily ate a large bucket of ice cream, and then went shopping arm in arm.

Girls always like to go to those places that are dazzled by panic, delicate and lovely hair accessories, sparkling pendant earrings, it is easy to see and cannot move their eyes.

Zhou Hui's chattering voice was especially loud in the chaotic and noisy shopping mall: "Ah! I want this, this, this, I want it too!"

Mo Xiaobei followed her around with a good temper.

Along the way, Zhou Hui made big and small bags, while Mo Xiaobei was empty-handed.

"Hey, Xiaobei, I'm sorry, what do you want to buy, I'll go with you!" Glittering sweat dripped all over her fair face, Zhou Hui is a veritable shopaholic.

Mo Xiaobei took the things in her hands with a smile, saw that she was sweating profusely, raised his hands to cover the glare of the sun, and wiped the sweat off her face: "Let's find a place to rest."

Zhou Hui was so moved that his eyes lit up: "Xiaobei, I'm so happy."

Mo Xiaobei was angry and funny, and found a cool place to rest.

On the street where vehicles pass, the sun scorches the earth.

The storefront on the opposite side was like a cool forest, comfortable and cool, and in the polished window, hung a snow-white men's linen shirt.

He glanced at it, stared straight at it, and then stopped moving.

Ignoring the roar of cars around, she walked straight across the street, Zhou Hui was so frightened that she called her behind her.

All she could see was the shirt, she couldn't see anything, she couldn't hear anything.

The store manager is a big girl with a round face and big eyes, and she smiled when she saw Mo Xiaobei.

"Look at what you like."

"Xiaobei!" Zhou Hui was sweating profusely and pulled her arm, his face flushed with fright.

Mo Xiaobei apologized embarrassingly, then turned his head and pointed to the white shirt: "Excuse me, how much is that?"

Zhou Hui's eyes dimmed instantly, replaced by shallow distress.

Mo Xiaobei doesn't like to buy girls' accessories, but he likes to buy men's accessories, bracelets, pendants, clothes, as long as he likes it, he wants to buy it, and then put it in a box, and secretly look at it.

But she knew that no one had worn those things for her to see.

She still keeps buying, as if that person has always existed.

Zhou Hui almost cried out.

"That one..." The store manager was a little embarrassed: "That's the last one, but my friend has already ordered it."

Mo Xiaobei was a little anxious: "I know that seizing people is good, but can you let me."

The store manager smiled awkwardly, went inside to make a phone call for a while, and came out with a smile: "Seeing that you like it so much, I will let you, but I can't discount it."

Zhou Hui curiously opened the label on the collar, and the words "1500" were imprinted on it, and he counted in disbelief, "One, two, three, four..." It was indeed four.

His jaw almost dropped in shock, and he dragged Mo Xiaobei away in dissatisfaction: "It's too scary, a shirt costs thousands, and there's no discount."

Mo Xiaobei looked at the shirt in panic, reluctant to leave.

Zhou Hui lost his mind, frowned and begged the store manager: "Can it be cheaper."

The store manager was also in a dilemma: "I'm sorry..."

In the end, I still bought it.

Mo Xiaobei smiled sweetly, and Zhou Hui looked resentful. When they crossed the road, they saw Xia Luo standing next to the pile of clothes that Zhou Hui bought against the sun.

The fine hair casts a light shadow on the smooth forehead, and the figure is slender.

A plain white T-shirt, a pair of simple jeans, and a business magazine curled up in his hand.

The place that had been exposed to the sun was slightly reddish, but he stood there obstinately, facing the sun, looking in the direction of the two people and smiling faintly.

Zhou Hui exaggeratedly made Xizi holding her heart: "Charlotte, you are so handsome!"

Charlotte raised her head narcissistically: "Zhou Hui, it's rare for you to speak human words!"

Mo Xiaobei pursed his lips and laughed.

Zhou Hui gave Charlotte a hard look, pulled out the magazine in his hand arbitrarily, glanced at it, and screamed with red eyes: "Ah, look, look, my Prince Charming!"

The high-decibel cry caused passers-by to look sideways. Mo Xiaobei and Charlotte exchanged glances, and then poked their heads to look over.

On the A4 page, there was a photo of a man with deep eyebrows, straight nose, thin and tight lips that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and the silver suit exuded a cool halo.

Cold and charming.

Tianyu Yuchen!

(End of this chapter)