The expression on Yang Lan's face froze for a moment, but it was quickly dispelled by a faint smile. She stood up and leaned her sexy body against the dressing table, looking at the white ghost not far away.
"I just hate acting, it's not that I don't know how to act. Why? I didn't become an actress to earn money for you, and you still feel sorry for me? "
The white ghost narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
It was unknown whether he was examining her or looking at something else through her.
Not long after, he suddenly laughed loudly.
He raised his wine glass and emptied it.
"What did you do? When have I ever felt sorry for you? It was just a joke, and you actually took it seriously? "
Lu Mobai put down her wine glass and stood up. She walked to her side and wrapped her arms around her waist.
Her entire body was tightly pressed against hers.
She knew very well what would happen next. It had been three years, and she was no longer as nervous and fearful as she was in the beginning.
He was the man she was most familiar with.
The man she was most familiar with.
However, it seemed that she had never been very lucky in her life.
She could not be like Zuo Aiai... ... Lucky ...
The first man in her life could be a man who truly loved her.
And every man she met was... ... A devil ...
..
... The day after she returned to the apartment, Zuo Aiai went to see Mo Chen. She decided to tell her mother personally about what had happened between her and Yang Lan.
She would ask her mother personally what had happened that year.
"Xiao Ai? You're here? "
Mo Chen still stayed in the same room. There were obviously more luxurious and comfortable rooms in this sanatorium, but when the principal offered to change it for her, she smiled and refused.
She said that she was more used to this kind of room.
No matter how big the room was, it would only feel empty.
She sat down on the Mahogany Chair and looked at her mother opposite her. Her eyes were closed, and her face was full of smiles.
Her mother was now living a very relaxed and happy life... ... although her eyes couldn't see clearly, this kind of life was probably the best for her ...
Was it really alright to disturb her mother with the past at such a time?
But... ... The pain that Yang Lan had suffered for so many years was much more unbearable than her and her mother ...
Even though she also felt sorry for her mother... ...
"Mom... I have something to ask you. "
"What is it? "
"Mom... have you only given birth to one child in your entire life? "
The smile on Mo Chen's face instantly froze.
She frowned and lowered her head.
"Mom... I... Should I have an older sister? "
This time, the expression on Mo Chen's face was one of despair. Her hands on the table could not help but tremble.
She lowered her head nervously. Her lips seemed to be trembling and she couldn't speak clearly... ...
"Xiao... Xiao'ai, what... What are you... saying? "
"Mom... "
"Who... who... who told you all this? "
"Mom... actually... "
Mo Chen's expression seemed to have turned into great fear and nervousness. She stopped mid-sentence and didn't have the heart to continue.
She poured a glass of water for Mo Chen and watched her drink it. She calmed down a little before sitting down beside her and holding her hand tightly.
"Mom... I've grown up. No matter what happened back then, I can accept it. Actually... I already know. Did you and... Uncle Jin Jingsheng have another girl? "