CEO, You Look Like My Daddy

The slender white index finger gently lifted the long hair on the shoulder, and the wine red Wavy Curls behind him crossed a beautiful arc in the air. Without the shelter of the long hair, the man's side face completely fell into Mo Jue's eyes.

Flirtatious, exquisite and familiar.

"Haven't seen you for a long time." she turned her head, held up her glass and gently knocked on Mo Jue's glass. She looked at him with a slight eyebrow and a smile in the bottom of her eyes.

That face is like a lotus blooming in front of the Buddha and a mandala in the ghost hell.

In this short life, he gave Mo Jue endless compassion and led him through endless disasters.

This is the face and voice engraved in his memory a long time ago

Now in front of him, even the pride on the tail of his eyebrow seemed to be measured out.

"Lina, is it really you?" Mo Jue murmured, and his trembling fingers slowly stroked the face.

"Otherwise?" the woman blinked and smiled, and the red lips stained with wine were more bright and transparent.

"Have you ever had a drink in this bar with other girls besides me?" she raised her eyebrows and looked at Mo Jue. She had stroked his eyebrows before his fingers fell on his cheek.

In Mo Jue's eyes, joy, sadness and disbelief flashed one by one. Finally, they all pressed to the fundus of his eyes, forcing him to turn red gradually.

"No, only you." he shook his head gently, took back his fingers on his face and held them in the palm of his hand, reluctant to use a trace of strength.

Mo Jue looked at her foolishly, his eyes did not blink, and his voice was light like butterfly wings, for fear that if it was heavier, it would disturb the dream in front of him.

His words obviously satisfied the woman. She smiled at the corners of her mouth and slowly approached Mo Jue. Her fingers slipped slowly from his face and fell on his chin. Her fingers moved gently and stroked his chin.

"Tell me, do you miss me?" she gently lifted his chin, raised his face slightly, wiped his cheek with red lips, and whispered in his ear.

"Yes, I do." Mo Jue sat in his chair as stiff as a sculpture, motionless, and only his heart was beating.

In addition to the woman's voice, there was the regular heartbeat, which seemed to tell him that all this was not a dream.

"Well... Why don't you hold me?" the red lips were slightly open, and the ethereal voice like a ghost sounded in his ears. Under the noisy music, the words were still clear and passed into his mind.

Mo Jue was like a puppet, holding out his hand in amazement. The smile on the woman's face reflected in her pupils grew larger and larger.

His trembling fingertips gradually touched her long hair, her coat, her skin

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the table rang.

Mo Jue suddenly thought back, but he saw no one in front of him.

The mobile phone on the bar is still ringing, and the word Qiaoqiao is displayed on the screen.

He connected and heard the voice of Qiao Qiao carefully: "brother Mo, will you... Come back tonight?"

Mo Jue had a headache. He didn't know whether the aftereffect of the wine was too strong or the smell was too strong. He supported the table with his elbow and rubbed his temples.

Yu Guangli, next to his wine glass, clearly there was another empty wine glass.

Mo Jue narrowed his eyes and whispered to the head of the mobile phone, "go back."

The crowd behind us is surging, and the tireless people are still venting themselves.

The closer it is to midnight, the more lively it is here.

Mo Jue turned to take his coat, finally took a look at the wine glass on the bar, and strode out of the bar without nostalgia.

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After the phone call, Qiao Qiao, who had been squatting on the ground for a long time, stood up. Her legs were numb. She staggered, stood firm, beat her legs and continued to walk home.

In the past, the house was her favorite place. Even if the person didn't accept her, she was very happy to take care of his daily life.

But now when she gets home every day, she is the only one in the house. Standing in that house, she has gradually lost the feeling of Mo Jue.

When the door was opened, the darkness and silence of a room rushed to her. When she was at Jian Haixi's house just now, the lively scenes were replayed in her mind like a movie, warm and nostalgic.

At that moment, she was envious and even jealous.

Turning on the light, she collapsed rigidly on the sofa. She had to work hard to complete a very simple action.

Try to forget the enviable scene and try to forget Mo Jue temporarily.

Qiao Qiao covered his eyes with one hand and whispered: "brother Mo, they all thought I was sad. You never accepted me, but only I know. I just can't help but be afraid. You leave me again..."

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Mo Jue came home. Qiao Qiao just opened the door and smelled a strong smell of wine. She looked at Mo Jue. The man's face was still the same as usual, not like being drunk at all.

"Brother Mo, are you okay?" Qiao Qiao frowned. He would never drink so much wine before.

"Nothing." Mo Jue waved his hand, looked at it, and Qiaoqiao asked, "why don't you sleep?"

"I'm not sure I didn't see you home." Qiao Qiao reached out and took his coat, hung it on the clothes support, and helped him to the living room.

She immediately turned and went into the kitchen to make sober tea.

Mo Jue in the living room leaned back on the sofa and squinted at the chandelier overhead.

In the dim yellow light and shadow, the figure in the bar appeared and disappeared in front of him. For a moment, he looked at him with a smile and a cold face.

He rubbed his temples and sighed that he had really drunk too much today.

"Brother Mo, drink this, or your head will hurt more tomorrow."

"Thank you." Mo Jue got up slightly and smiled at her.

Qiaoqiao shook her head and looked at the tiny light spots in his eyes. She was obviously happy on her face.

Recently, Mo Jue always goes out early and returns late. She hasn't looked at him like this for a long time and had a good talk with him.

"Brother Mo, do you know? Sister Haixi, they came back today." Qiao Qiao sat down, leaned over with a pillow and smiled at him, "they brought back a lot of gifts, and the room can't fit. There are bracelets and shoes given by JoJo, game consoles given by brother Gu, keyboards and watches given by them..."

Qiao Qiao broke his fingers with a smile and counted them to Mo Jue.

In the quiet room, there was only a clever bass for a moment.

"Qiao Qiao." Mo Jue rubbed his temples and said, "it's late. Aren't you sleepy?"

"Hmm?" Qiao Qiao looked at Mo Jue, shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm not sleepy. Brother Mo, are you hungry? Why don't I help you make some snacks."

She said she was about to get up and go to the kitchen.

Mo Jue first stopped her behind him: "no, I'm not hungry."

He said, without waiting for Qiao Qiao to say anything, he continued, "I'm a little sleepy. I'll go back to my room and sleep first."