Sweetheart,Don't run away

When Mo Yanke came back, he saw that one of the lights in the room was on. He came back later today, only to see Aimeng sleeping on the sofa in the room. He frowned unconsciously. He didn't sleep in a good bed, but he wanted to sleep on the sofa. Is this man eccentric or something.

Go forward, gently picked up the woman on the sofa, sleeping face, looks still immature, white face, sleep red, like a child.

Gently put on the bed, the girl did not wake up, sleep so heavy. Looking at the dark circles under her eyes, it's how long I haven't slept well.

She used to be a carefree young lady, but a lot of things, really unpredictable, just how long time, such a big change happened. Anyone would feel that they could not accept it.

This girl will be like today. In fact, I can't tell whose fault it is.

I went to take a bath. When I came out, I found that the girl's body was horizontal and her sleep was not so bad.

Wake up the next day, Aimeng see that he is sleeping in bed, no one around, but can't remember how to sleep on the bed last night, is his own sleepwalking, it's not as it, not as sleepwalking from the sofa to the sofa.

"Wake up, wake up and have breakfast. After breakfast, I'll take you to a place."

Seeing Mo Yanke appear at the door of the room, he was startled, "Why are you here?"

"It's strange that I'm here. This is my home. I'm not here. Where am I? I'll take you to dinner first."

"Oh."

AI dream said, where to go, she wanted to go back, but she never asked, this man is moody, she is afraid of a little bit unhappy, and then she will be angry.

In the high-end restaurant, Aimeng looks at the food piled up in front of her, some of which are hard to swallow, but she doesn't eat after eating some.

Mo Yanke gracefully picked up a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth. Looking at Aimeng, he didn't move his chopsticks. Then he said, "I'm full. I don't want to eat more."

"Well, I'm full." She didn't have a big appetite at all. In addition to the reversal of her life in recent days, she had already broken her normal life pattern, so she felt full after eating a little.

Then, Aimeng wandered around him like a puppet. Then, he was taken by Mo Yanke to the best golf course in the city.

I don't know why, when I get here, I can't help thinking about the last time my father brought her here. The last time I came here, I seem to have met Mo Yanke. It's true that the world is small, and there are many coincidences. The last time I was here, Liu Lele and Fang zhexin were just now, after so many changes.

These people seem to have disappeared from her world.

When dad left, uncle fang had been at home, but Aimeng didn't feel it. Uncle Fang's tone of voice was different. When dad was alive, their two families were friends. But at that time, they just came to ask her not to be sad and to be patient.

People's hearts are unpredictable.

"Go in, what are you doing standing there?"

"Well, good."

Following Mo Yanke in, Aimeng shakes his head and tries not to think about other things. It is said that people will be too tired if they always live in memory,

"you will fight." Mo Yanke remembers that she was here the last time she saw Aimeng. At that time, she came with her father.

"Not really, but a little bit."

"Yes."

In fact, Aimeng should thank his father for this. His father used to say that he didn't learn many things because he didn't like them. It's always good to contact more things. He used to think it was useless, but now he thinks it's at least useful.

Mo Yanke went there to talk business. Aimeng sat alone in the chair and looked ahead. Men don't really understand the world.

"May I sit here for a moment?" Luo Ke is with his father today. His father is talking business there, but he is bored, so he comes to walk around. But I saw the familiar person. The beautiful woman sitting there was the woman sitting with Mo Yanke in the restaurant last night.

Due to Mo Yanke's presence last night, he was not very well, but now he is sitting alone. What a good opportunity! Everyone has this love of beauty. What's more, there are no such pure women in his life circle.

Aimeng nodded and looked at the man. She remembered that this man was the one last night. She didn't like those playful men very much.

But Rococo is not the kind of person who gives up easily when he sees beauty. "Don't you remember me? We met in the restaurant last night. There should be an impression. "

Aimeng nods. In fact, she remembers correctly, but she doesn't like to communicate with people like this. Last night she was able to hold another woman in her arms, and today she is able to talk and laugh with another woman with such high sounding."Just remember. Hello, my name is Luoke. What's your name? Which family are you from? I haven't seen you before. I feel strange."

"My name is AIMUN." Aimeng thought unconsciously in her heart, how could this person be so upset? She didn't want to pay attention to it, but she was talking all the time. A little annoyed, but not so impolite.

"Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom first." Aimeng stood up and obviously didn't want to talk to people like this.

Luo Ke looks at Ai Meng's back as he leaves. His mouth rises slightly, but it's all for sale. He doesn't believe in pretending to be young. What else in the world can't be bought with money? It's just a woman. He wants to see when he can pretend to be young.

When Aimeng was in the toilet, she breathed a sigh of relief and finally got rid of the man. She was a little annoyed. She kept saying that she didn't want to talk and kept asking.

I stayed in the toilet for nearly 10 minutes, thinking that if I stayed here for a long time, if Mo Yanke couldn't find it, I would be angry again. Just now, the man told her not to walk around.

In fact, after all, Aimeng thinks that she is a little afraid of Mo Yanke. She can't guess the man's real thoughts, and the expression on his face is always the same. Now he hasn't let her go, she doesn't dare to do anything. I'm afraid that when that man gets angry, he will really imprison her. Maybe he can do anything.