Forced by the strength of Ji Jingan's aura, Fang Tong swallowed his saliva in surprise. To make a long story short, "Mr. Ji, Miss Mo is also here, right on the dance floor on the deck."
Ji Jing'an grabbed the long finger of the cigarette and asked coldly, "who came with her?"
"It seems that she is alone. The man who accompanies her is very strange. He is not from Tongcheng. He is probably chatting up."
"You stay here and watch. I'll go and have a look."
Ji Jingan walked along the corridor and went straight around to the deck at the front end of the cruise ship. Standing in the shadow of the junction, he glanced sharply at the busiest center, but found no figure of Mo Yurou.
The man frowned tightly and glanced at the young men and women sitting around like a small bar.
Still no one.
Since Fang Tong said she saw Mo Yurou, she would be on the cruise ship.
He might as well find a corner and wait quietly.
Jijing'an found a relatively remote card seat, and the discerning waitress quickly smiled and brought the wine and transparent glass.
"Thank you."
Jijing'an nodded faintly.
Hold the wine glass gracefully and sip the mellow red wine.
Han Zhenzhen was dancing and reveling with a group of people when she suddenly heard a woman nearby pointing out somewhere, covering her mouth and screaming, "Wow, look, there's a top-notch man sitting there. Look at his face, his figure and his long fingers... My God! His long fingers can make me lick the high tide..."
The best man?
Han Zhenzhen's eyes lit up. "Who are you talking about?"
"That's it, see?"
When Han Zhenzhen saw that it was Ji Jingan, her blood turned to nothing. She stretched out her hand to push the woman who made waves and sneered coldly, "sister Gao chaoni! He's an ordinary man in my family. Dare to YY him. I'll kill you first!"
With that, Han Zhenzhen stepped on pointed high heels and walked towards jijing'an. He whispered in doubt, "Jinan God, how did you come here, Fanfan?"
Ji Jingan didn't answer her question. He shook the glass in his hand and said, "do you see Mo Yurou?"
"I didn't notice." Han Zhenzhen shook her head and noticed that jijing'an was emitting a colder and colder breath. She quickly stepped back and calmly analyzed, "I didn't send an invitation to her. In fact, Fanfan and I have been here for so long and haven't heard of her coming. Therefore, it's possible that she followed you, and then found a man as a female companion to board the cruise ship."
When she is not infatuated with love, her IQ is still online.
After all, it's the daughter of the Han family who spent a lot of money to cultivate since childhood. How bad can it be?
"OK, I see."
After Han Zhenzhen left to greet other friends, Ji Jing'an looked up and drank the last red wine in the transparent glass. Just as she was about to put it back on the bar, there was a slim and slim woman passing in front of her.
The woman stood next to the song ordering machine, patiently waited for the melody of the last dance music to end, then stared at the song ordering machine screen, touched gracefully with her pale fingers, and played a soothing but sad song.
Listening to the familiar melody, Jijing was calm, clenched the bottle, poured half a glass of wine, drank at will, shook the glass, stared at the red blood like liquid inside, and curled his lips and smiled coldly.
When there was only the last drink left in the cup, the beautiful woman who ordered the song came to jijing'an's side, sat down gracefully in the seat closest to him, and smiled bitterly, "Jing'an, do you remember this song?"
The man listened coldly and played with a cigarette he didn't know when to touch. His handsome face was as cold as frost.
His memory has never faded. How can he not remember?
When you are young and frivolous, what you like most is to do everything to make girls happy.
Probably every mature man from adolescence will do something that seems incredible now.
In her freshman year, she was crazy about the famous work of a guitarist and asked him to sing that song while playing the guitar every day, which had been sung 20 times.
Finally, she stumbled through the singing and was despised by her. The rap was too ugly.
Finally, it aroused his fierce and aggressive heart in his bones. He went crazy and looked for the guidance of famous teachers everywhere. If he put down his cruel words, he must sing better than that guitarist, otherwise he would not be worthy of being called a man.
Later, after practicing for half a year, he surpassed the guitarist and sang better than the original.
At her 20th birthday party, she played the guitar for her again and again.
Just to win a smile.
It's strange that when he thought of these sweet and warm past events, his brain would be pricked like a needle, but at this moment, he was so expressionless, as if he had completely put down the feelings mixed with betrayal and despair when he was young, including the familiar but strange woman in front of him.
"I don't have time to catch up with you. You followed me from Tongcheng to Yecheng. What do you want to do?"
A pair of facial features dance slowly in front of each other.
The cool sea breeze blew slowly, and the salty and humid air made him uncomfortable, which made his face cold.
The long finger threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray. When he took back his finger, he drove it. The ashtray and the marble bar made a crisp friction sound.
"I don't want to do anything, Jing'an. I just want to see you more. Even if you don't intend to accept me again and like me, my heart for you has never changed!"
Mo Yu's hands were entangled together, almost twisted into a fried dough twist. After a gentle face, he looked at him with a smile and said with a smile. "You can rest assured that I will not disturb miss night. She is the only woman who can make you happy and happy. As long as you enjoy your life, I will be satisfied."
"That's all? I'll go first if I have something to say."
Jijing'an's thin lips are tight and no longer open.
For about a quarter of an hour after Mo Yurou came, his eyes only stayed on the dance floor in front of him, and never stopped on her for a second.
In the face of this man who no longer has a good face for himself, Mo Yurou was so sad that she couldn't control it, but she was still depressed and tried to smile at him, "I mean, as long as I stand at the nearest place to you and look at you for one more second, it's precious and happy for me."
After a long time, the man only hung his eyes and drank, indifferent and silent.
Mo Yurou felt unbearable pain. She was so humble that he still refused to forgive her.
The man suddenly let go of the wine glass, and his tall and straight body suddenly pulled up. His cold and fierce eyes finally glanced at Mo Yurou, looked at her very indifferently and said, "I hope you can do what you say."
The heart seemed to encounter a heavy blow. Mo Yurou looked back at him. The elegant smile hanging on his face was no longer strong and stiff.