My first love with the boss

Set.

Everyone talked about it.

The background of the gold Lord who gradually became ink was picked out by the public in a moment.

Such a golden bachelor is naturally coveted by everyone. All kinds of envious, questioning, disdaining and jealous voices surround the set.

Zong Yi watched them walk into the dim light outside. A trace of loss flashed in his heart. He admired Mo's growing willfulness. However, he was the only one in the world who cared about himself. He had no backstage, no backing and no willful capital.

The chaotic voice came into Zongyi's ears. He frowned. The gossip atmosphere here was too strong for him to breathe.

"Let's go!" he whispered to his assistant and walked out through the crowd.

Night, slightly cool.

……

hotel.

Mu Wan drank some porridge and a large bowl of black chicken soup under the gaze of Mo gradually. His empty stomach was finally more comfortable.

"I've been hungry for a long time. I need to eat less and more. I'll eat some later."

Mo Jianxing took a cup of hot tea with his own hands. Mu Wan took it and drank it in small bites. "Thank you!"

There was a knock at the door outside.

Mo gradually got up and opened the door. A waiter's voice said, "Hello, Mr. Mo, the medicine bag you want."

"Hmm!" Mo gradually reached out and closed the door.

Mu Wan lowered his eyes slightly and covered the palpitations in his eyes.

Mo gradually looked at Mu Wan from a commanding position. His eyes were a little more obscure. He bent down, squatted down on one knee in front of Mu Wan, frowned and looked at her wound.

Mu Wan shrunk his legs and couldn't pretend to concentrate on drinking tea. "Mr. Mo, the wound is very small and doesn't need to be treated."

Mo gradually glanced at her with cold eyes, stretched out his hand to pull her injured leg, unscrewed iodine, dipped a cotton swab in a little to clean the wound, and said in his mouth.

"I remember Miss mu in the past, but a little wound will arouse the public."

Mu Wan: "

She twisted her face and let the ink gradually deal with her wound. Cold iodine was applied to her legs to smooth the embarrassment and impatience in her heart.

In fact, what happened to miss mu in the past has nothing to do with her. Now she is just a small crew and needs to live carefully to deal with her embarrassing life.

"Thank you!"

Ink gradually treated the wound seriously. Mu Wan's skin tentacles were greasy. Ink gradually changed his complexion, but inexplicably came to mind the trivial details of that day at the Imperial Hotel.

He had a slight fever in his heart, frowned more tightly, controlled his mood, solemnly pasted the band aid, then got up gracefully, carefully put away the medicine box, and said calmly, "OK!"

"Oh!" Mu Wan looked at his knee. The band aid was very correct, just like ink gradually.

She was stunned, and some inexplicable emotions surged in her heart. She seemed to disturb him too much. "Mr. Mo, it's late now. Please rest early. I'll go first."

Mo gradually glanced at her coldly. "You just rest here."

Mu Wan raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

She didn't think that Mo Jianxing had any wrong intention. After all, Mo Jianxing's attitude was almost cold, and it was impossible to give a trace of beautiful ideas to life.

However, staying here is really too abrupt.

"Thank you for your kindness, but it's not convenient to stay here, and it's not good for your reputation."

The Mohist family has always been innocent, and the door is famous for spoiling his wife. The Mohist grandparents are famous model couples in the upper class society of city A.

Mo Jianxing's parents have well inherited the family tradition. The relationship between husband and wife has always been very good. The husband sings and the woman follows, and is famous in city A.

Even Mo Qiyuan, the little uncle who died gradually, is actually a favorite wife crazy devil, but it's a pity to meet people

Mo gradually became a famous Golden Bachelor in the upper class society. There are countless girls who miss him because of his family background, reputation and wealth.

If she stays here, her reputation will be tarnished. After all, this is a film and television city. Countless pairs of entertainment paparazzi around are trying to burst all kinds of materials.

Although Mo Jianxing is not a star, the presence of the rich among the stars is enough to make them think. I'm afraid it doesn't matter who stays in Mo Jianxing's room.

Suddenly, there was thin anger in Mo's gradually moving eyes. He suddenly grabbed Mu's arm. The white wrist was too thin, so that Mo's gradually moving anger had no reason to unload. "Miss mu, in your opinion, your reputation is not important?"

My reputation?

Mu Wan smiled gently, and her clear eyes were in no mood. "My reputation is not worth money in the eyes of journalists."

Mo gradually became speechless. Mu Wan said the truth. Mu Shi, who used to say that he and Mo Shi were the two heroes of city a, really declined. However, with such a calm and alienated Mu Wan, he felt that there were countless needles in his heart and a dull pain.

He put down Mu Wan's wrist and put the medicine box on the table. He went to the desk and turned on the computer. His dark eyes stared at the computer. In fact, the computer was turning on. He said coldly, "wait half an hour and drink some porridge in half an hour."

Mu Wan put down his heart and whispered, "OK, thank you!"

She sat back on the sofa, picked up the tea and still sipped it. The comfort in her stomach drove away the embarrassment at the bottom of her heart.

The two people didn't speak all the time. Mo's hands moved quickly on the computer. Mu Wan inadvertently looked up and saw his slender fingers, which made his brain empty for a while.

Half an hour later, the inking fingers stopped.

Mu Wan seemed to be pushed to open the key, took back his eyes from Mo's walking fingers, drank a small bowl of porridge, filled with a sense of hunger, put down the porridge, and said calmly, "Mr. Mo, I'm leaving?"

Mo gradually stood up from the computer desk without saying a word, walked to the door and opened the door.

Mu straightened his spine, walked lightly to the door, nodded to Mo gradually, and walked out of the door without hesitation towards the elevator.

Mo Jianxing lives in the presidential suite on the top floor. She wants to go back to the small room she booked, which is really her life.

When she came to the corner, she looked back at the room where the ink was gradually going. She still didn't hear the sound of closing the door. She hesitated for a while and resolutely walked into the elevator.

Mo gradually went on until he was sure that Mu was gone, then he slowly closed the door, closed the computer, closed his eyes, and the whole person fell into meditation.

……

Mu Wan returned to the room.

He opened the door and went to the window, ready to close the curtains and sleep.

When he came to the window, he saw Zong Yi still holding a book under the window lamp. This time, he was obviously in a daze.

Mu Wan thought for a while and slowly closed the curtain. If she wants to thank you, wait until tomorrow. There are too many things happening today. She needs to digest them.