Chapter Is the play good? 1
“Gu Mushen.”
Stop, Gu Mushen looked back at Liang Xiaomo, “What’s the matter?”
Gu Mushen, 18, was intoxicated by her handsome appearance.
Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, Liang Xiao Mo said word for word: “I like you.”
Her words fell, and a few seconds later, Gu Mushen’s voice sounded.
“I like Susu.”
At that moment, Liang Xiao Mo heard the voice of heartbreak.
Step by step, Gu Mushen walked up to Liang Xiaomo and bent over to look at her. “Don’t let Su Su know about today’s incident. You are the person Su Su cares about. I don’t want Su Su to be sad, understand?”
Liang Xiao Mo forgot whether he nodded or shook his head. He returned to absolute being and Gu Mushen had gone far.
It was the first time that she hated Su porcelain for the first time.
Why?
Su porcelain has so many rich family backgrounds, beautiful looks, smart brains and Gu Mushen’s love.
The last one is the one she envies most.
So, five years later, she climbed into Gu Mushen’s bed.
The fall began at that moment.
The loss of Su porcelain also began at that moment.
Memories were torn apart and broken into pieces.
Pieces of sharp, split Liang Xiao Mo’s palm.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
She looked down at her bloody palm and her eyes were blurred.
If, if only she could be given a chance to start over.
She will not choose Gu Mushen, she will choose Su Ci.
But there is no if.
The road she chose, even if it was thorny and painful, would have to be completed.
“Xiao Mo?”
Shen Ke’s voice of surprise rang out in his ear.
Liang Xiao Mo returned to absolute being and saw Shen Ke looking at himself with complicated eyes.
“What’s the matter?”
Make a noise, then feel the cool face.
Only when I felt it did I find that I didn’t know when I was crying.
Shen Ke thought she was wronged, sighed and patted her on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, Xiao Mo. But I really don’t mean anything else. Qin Wei came to me twice and said there was a misunderstanding between you. Please let me help him with the matchmaking and explain it clearly when you see him. As you know, Qin Wei’s reputation in the industry is not good for us to offend him.”
Liang Xiao Mo took the paper towel handed by the makeup artist to wipe his eyes. When he heard the speech, he smiled faintly: “I know, come on. If he wants to explain, I will let him explain it clearly, OK?”
Judging from her attitude, it is really not simple.
“What’s the matter with you and Qin Wei? What’s the matter?”
Liang Xiao Mo sneered and closed his eyes to let the makeup artist continue to make up. “Nothing.”
She doesn’t say it or she doesn’t say it.
After all these years, does Shen Ke still not understand her temper?
It is really not easy for her to reach this stage today.
There is no background, no backstage, all on their own, but also under all kinds of pressure, refused to dive, rules.
This is also the reason why Shen Ke admires her. Even if she has a bad temper and is usually capricious and nonsense, she has not left her.
“Well, this is my fault, I endure. There will be no next time.”
“Yo?” Opening his eyes, Liang Xiao Mo raised his eyebrows: “I heard correctly, will Shen Da’s agent admit his mistake?”
“You’ve had enough!” Shen Ke’s face turned red when she was ridiculed, glared at her, and turned to the door.
Holding the door handle in her hand, she thought for a moment and said, “I think you invited Su Ci?”
“What?”
“It’s good to have a friend. You can often meet for dinner and play together if you have nothing to do. That’s not the case with friends.”
No one knows more about how lonely Liang Xiao Mo is than Shen Ke.
How many times, she was seriously ill and there was no one around except a group of staff.
Liang Xiao Mo was slightly stunned, but smiled without saying a word.
She is willing to repair her relationship with Su porcelain, but it will take longer than expected.
*
The whole hall of Xilai was decorated, with various banners hanging on the wall, as well as the covers and posters of Liang Xiaomo’s movies, TV plays and albums.
I have to admit that she is very famous in this circle.
“Care?”
“What?”
Wen Jin’an hugged Su porcelain’s shoulder and bowed his head to condense her little porcelain white face. “Care, Liang Xiao Mo.”
Su Ci sipped his lip angle, smiled and gesticulated with his fingers, “A little bit.”
He smiled and asked, “I don’t want to come, why did I promise to come? What b7 do you really want to see so much?”