Sorry, I can't love you

Liang Junjun was so angry that Xia Liang could even imagine him holding orchids and forking his waist to scold her.

It's good not to mention it. It's not good to mention Xia Liang.

She immediately sat up straight, pinched the phone and said to Liang Junjun, "Liang Junjun, how can you say that when I was drunk and called Tang Mo last night, why didn't you stop me and say good sisters? Are there people like you who don't pull a hand when watching good sisters jump into the fire pit?"

Pouting, Xia Liang accuses Liang Junjun.

"You slobber ingrate at midnight, I have not been complained by my neighbor. It's pretty good. I'm so cruel to grab your mobile phone, you are really a white eyed wolf. I'm tired of wasting your saliva, and remember my perfume."

Ignoring Xia Liang's complaint directly, Liang Junjun muttered and hung up the phone.

"Hello, Liang Junjun..."

Xia Liang roared angrily at the phone, but there was only a cold "Dudu" sound responding to her.

"I'm so angry!"

Resentfully complained that Xia Liang left his mobile phone on the table

Tang family.

Bentley stopped neatly in front of the courtyard, a tall figure came down from the car, and his tall and straight figure shrouded in the night.

"Young master, I'm back."

Tang Mo threw his coat to the servant and looked up at the direction of the second floor.

"I asked someone to prepare food for you, young master."

With that, housekeeper Cheng waved to the servant.

"No, just pour me a cup of coffee and go into the room." When he waved his hand, Tang Mo said in a deep voice.

"Yes, young master."

Housekeeper Cheng answered.

He looked up again and was silent for a few seconds. After all, Tang Mo asked, "Xia Liang hasn't come back yet?"

Housekeeper Cheng paused.

When he looked at Tang Mo in some amazement, he said intermittently, "come back and go again. Miss Xia said she was too busy recently and moved to the rental house for a few days. She said she had said hello to you, young master, and I didn't ask more... "

His eyes sank, and Tang Mo screwed up his eyebrows.

Moved to a rental house?

No wonder Wang Jingjing wants someone with him today. It seems that she is avoiding him.

Because of last night?

"Why don't I send someone to get Miss Xia back?" When he saw Tang Mo, his face sank. Housekeeper Cheng asked tentatively, and his voice softened imperceptibly.

"All right, no, let her."

The sword eyebrow was cold, and the thin lips opened gently.

In that case, take advantage of this time to sort out the relationship between the two people.

When he went upstairs and passed the cool room in summer, Tang Mo stopped when he saw the half closed door.

Awe inspiring eyes looked through the gap. There were only a few things in the small room. Without the figure of the woman, I somehow felt a touch of pain in my heart.

The sound of steady footsteps came from the stairs. As soon as the sword eyebrow was twisted, Tang Mo immediately returned to his mind and strode towards his room.

Before long, the door was knocked.

"Young master, your coffee."

"Well, come in."

The servant came in and put down his coffee. Tang Mo took a sip, but frowned.

Coffee is unbearable. The entrance is like a yellow lotus, which is difficult to swallow.

"Young master, what's the matter?"

When the servant saw Tang Mo's frown, he suddenly asked nervously.

"Why is today's coffee so bitter? How did you make it?" His face suddenly changed. Tang Mo drank a mouthful of water and said coldly.

The servant didn't know why he picked up the coffee and smelled it. He was a little puzzled: "I've always made coffee like this. There's no problem. The young master didn't say bitter before."

Whispering, the servant lowered his head.

"Is there something wrong with my taste buds? This cup of coffee doesn't taste the same as the recent one. "

As soon as his eyes coagulated, Tang Mo said coldly. He didn't forget to glance at the stubborn servant.

"That's because the recent coffee is made by Miss Xia. I can't learn her technique, so the taste will be different." The servant lowered his head, and his voice was a little wronged.

Tang Mo was stunned and his eyes darkened.

She made the coffee.

After a few seconds of silence, my mind suddenly became confused.

"Young master, if you want to drink the coffee made by Miss Xia, I can try it. She taught me the way." Seeing Tang Mo's calm face, the servant summoned up the courage to say a word.

"No, go down."

Waved his hand and sent the servant away.

Looking at the dark coffee on the table, the woman's face flashed in his mind. He took out his mobile phone. He pressed the message Xia Liang sent him last night.

In her voice, she vaguely blamed Tang Mo for being a coward. Her intermittent voice sounded like she had drunk a lot of wine and said a lot of nonsense.

It was morning when he heard this voice. He wanted to find Xia Liang, but all the calls he made were transferred to the message box. He was silent with his mobile phone for a long time, but he didn't know what to say.

Turn off the message on the mobile phone. Tang Mo picked up his coat and strode out.

He sat in the corner with a cigarette between his fingertips.

The flickering cigarette was especially strange in the dark. He took a sip, leaned lazily on the sofa and looked at all kinds of people in front of him.

"Ah, aren't you Tang Moshi?"

Suddenly, a shrill voice sounded, which was particularly clear in the noisy bar.

Squinting, Tang Mo looked up and saw Liang Junjun with a flower wheel head in the smoke.

Liang Junjun, dressed in a blue suit and holding a cocktail in his hand, looked at Tang Mo in surprise.

Snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and Tang Mo sat up straight.

He recognized it. This is Xia Liang's friend.

"Why did women get drunk last night and come to men tonight? The relationship between men and women is really strange."

Seeing Tang Mo ignore him, Liang Junjun pouted and muttered, cocked his orchid finger and pinched the cocktail and walked slowly to the direction of the box.

His voice was not loud, but he still fell into Tang Mo's ear.

He suddenly got up. He strode forward and grabbed Liang Junjun's clothes.

"Ah..."

Leng Buding was pulled by the man. Liang Junjun didn't stand firm. The cocktail in his hand spilled out and wet his clothes.

"My clothes, what's the matter with you two!"

Liang Junjun frowned and muttered, put down his glass and hurriedly brushed the alcohol off his clothes.

But the action was still late. The clothes were wet, and the blue on the clothes was denser, emitting the smell of alcohol.

"Xia Liang was with you last night?"

Frowning, Tang Mo said in a deep voice.

"Yes, she's with me. What's the matter? Inexplicably, you let people keep a distance from you and care so much about what to do."

Liang Junjun took a paper towel to wipe the stains on his clothes.

Tang Mo was stunned. It seems that Xia Liang said a lot to this man.

"What else did she say?"

The sword eyebrow was cold, and the cold eyes fell on Liang Junjun's face.

But Liang Junjun lowered his head and only cared about his dirty clothes. He had no mind to take care of Tang Mo's time.

"What can Xia Liang, a silly girl, say? When she is full of Tang Mo, she likes you one by one. She is afraid that she is brother and sister with you. I don't know how to face you, so she hides from you."

Liang Junjun turned his eyes: "no, I went to the bathroom and I don't know if I can wash it."

Muttering, Liang Junjun walked towards the bathroom.