lonely city, lonely love

Young Master Mo didn't take the water, but asked on his own. His eyes were slender and long, and they were extraordinarily beautiful even without the light.In fact, putting aside this temper, Young Master Mo can be regarded as a person who follows the idol route.It's just the accumulation over the years, in everyone's eyes, I have become a special benchmark.

Probably just talking too viciously.If you ask all the people who have worked with you, recalling Young Master Mo's first reaction, they should hesitate again and again, and said very euphemistically, "Master Mo is a very straightforward person."

Very euphemistic.

Involuntarily swallowing his saliva, the little assistant stammered and replied, "He's a newcomer, and it's said that he has a lot of background."

"Background?" After deliberating this word over and over again, he smiled suddenly, the slender eyeliner outlined the entire eyes, few people can look so good with smoky makeup, it seems that they are really sighing, "There is still something The background is good, and the ace manager said he would bring it. I really want to meet."

When the little assistant heard this, she became anxious, holding the water glass tightly, "Master Mo, you are quite capable."

Smiling without saying a word, but my heart was extremely irritable, looking at the text messages on the phone that kept lighting up, I knew who it was without looking at it, picked it up, looked at it, and it was all telling me.In particular, he repeatedly emphasized that he should be more polite to calligraphy, after all, he has a background.

Annoyed, she wanted to throw the phone away, but after thinking about it, she replied with a smile.

"Then remember to treat the newcomers in our family better, after all, they also have backgrounds."

Sure enough, the other party's phone call came back very quickly. Young Master Mo watched the phone vibrate constantly, but just didn't answer it, and hung up after reaching out. His originally depressed mood suddenly became very good, and he could even hum a ditty up.But it didn't take long before he saw a familiar figure in the distance.

After so long, finally met.

The memory is still vivid, but what I recall is all hatred and endless pain.Ten years?The beauty of the past has long been worn away, and the current Young Master Mo is no longer a fresh meat, and the current Hanmo is no longer the handsome young man he was back then.Time is really amazing.

When people stand in front of them, they can't remember how they met in the first place.

He wanted to light a cigarette, but Chu Mochen was so strict that he didn't have any cigarettes on him.

In the end, he took the phone over, and casually let out a voice from the depths of his throat, with a little vague syllables, as if a little impatient, "Huh?"

Chu Mochen's side is very quiet, only a few people are talking in low voices. His business is very good. In the past, Young Master Mo would pull him to sing with him. The low-pitched voice is very unique, but I don't know why, such a person Just willing to be behind the scenes.

It's not that Young Master Mo didn't ask. The man looked down at the book, his long eyelashes didn't tremble in the slightest, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and then a faint dimple suddenly appeared, "I'm not suitable."

In fact, he is more suitable than anyone else.

"Be good, you know?"

"Where's our newcomer?" Young Master Mo looked at Han Mo in the distance and greeted the staff amiably with a smile. There was a chill in his eyes, and his tone was also cool.

"I'm going to Rongshan to film a movie, and I'm discussing it now." Chu Mochen explained helplessly, his voice was low and gentle, Young Master Mo wouldn't find out, this kind of gentleness can only be found when talking to himself.

"It's so busy. It's the protagonist from the beginning, and it's really a child with a backstage who is easy to talk to." Young Master Mo was neither hot nor cold, and had a strange ambiguity.

Getting used to talking like this, Chu Mochen wasn't angry, and listened carefully to what he said, and then answered gently, "It's better for us, Lin Yi. Rely on our own strength."

Inexplicably praised, my heart skipped a beat.He couldn't help scolding himself, what's wrong, it's not like he hasn't been praised.

"Speaking of which, the company signed a new artist, why didn't they tell me?"

Chu Mochen was silent for a long time, and finally smiled, "I'm afraid you will seal the murderer."

"Is it true that I don't like this person?" Young Master Mo's sixth sense is sometimes very accurate. After all, they have been together for so long, and even a slight pause from the other party can make him understand the meaning behind it.It's not that Chu Mochen never brought other artists before, and he didn't want to be like this now, not letting anyone know.

"Don't overthink it."

"Don't fucking lie to me."

"Don't swear."

"Just say it."

"Lin Yi..." This time he spoke helplessly, Chu Mochen looked at his watch and explained softly, "Our place is coming to an end soon, so I won't talk about it."

"Go, go, bring your newcomer."

The phone was hung up so simply, and Young Master Mo looked at the message that the call ended in just 10 minutes, as if he forgot the last time the two of them talked on the phone.

After a long time, the way the two of them talked changed, it was no longer so greasy and succinct.Is it too tacit understanding is not a good thing?He hooked the corner of his mouth helplessly.Throwing the phone aside casually, Young Master Mo glanced at the little assistant on the side, "Wait a minute, if he calls, remember to tell him, I'm busy."

It was obvious who he was. The little assistant held the phone tremblingly, at a loss, and was about to cry.One is a big star and the other is an ace agent, neither side is easy to offend.

"What's wrong? Are you bullying our little assistant?" Hanmo came over at some point, with extremely deep eyes and a smile on his face, "Long time no see."

"We call it flirting." Young Master Mo put his arms around the little assistant with a smile, and looked at Hanmo, his face full of complacency.

Hanmo froze for a moment, then said helplessly, "You're still so rowdy."

"Don't talk to me in such a tone." Withholding the smile on his face, Young Master Mo squinted at the other party indifferently, disdainful even for a serious look, and the contempt at the corner of his mouth was obvious.

"Hehe..." Hanmo's expression didn't change at all, he just smiled and left.

The recording started. It was not a live broadcast, but an in-studio recording. Everyone was smiling.It's a gourmet show. The current audience just like to watch their favorite stars and their favorite food, and they don't know who they are abusing.Young master Mo sat on the side, sitting with Hanmo.

"Like a dog."

Hanmo didn't seem to have thought that such a sentence came up.