The white moonlight gl

For two days.

Mo Rantong had nightmares every night, and she was beaten every night, if it wasn't for the fact that Mo Rantong was so cute when she was awake, Feng Qingshui thought it was intentional in a trance.

"Qingqing, you actually marked me as this?"

Entering the cloakroom imposingly, Mo Rantong was clutching Feng Qingshui's mobile phone, his knuckles turned white, and quickly walked to Feng Qingshui who was picking out clothes.

"Asshole No. [-]? Where am I asshole?"

Mo Rantong, who is about to participate in the class reunion, is still wearing formal clothes, long clothes and trousers, covering her whole body, including the scars on her neck, Feng Qingshui casually glanced at her and the phone screen, her voice was light and cold: " I forgot to change it, and also, is it reasonable for you to peek at my phone without permission?"

Mo Ran's pupils choked, then curled his mouth, his arrogance weakened.

"I'm not an asshole, why do you mark me as the number one asshole."

Speaking of this, Mo Rantong suddenly remembered that Feng Qingshui had marked Feng Qingliu as the No. [-] bastard eight years ago. At that time, she was still curious about who the No. [-] was. Herself.

"Isn't it because of those materials that I am angry?"

Turning her gaze back to the hanger, Feng Qingshui pointed to a red dress and asked Mo Rantong: "Do you think I look good in this?"

"It doesn't look good."

Too much was exposed and too short, Mo Rantong didn't want Feng Qingshui to show her beauty in such a dress, so she said against her will: "Qingqing is not suitable for wearing skirts."

Swiping Feng Qingshui's phone address book with his hand, as expected, bastard number two is still Feng Qingliu's number, but what Mo Rantong didn't know was that Yan Nuo, who was remarked as bastard number three, had been deleted by Feng Qingshui.

After all, they have become strangers, and it is useless to stay any longer.

"Isn't it suitable?"

Even though she knew that Mo Rantong was lying, Feng Qingshui complied with her and chose a simple shirt and jeans.

In the back seat of the car, Zhang Shuiyan, who Mo Rantong drove without any scruples, groaned on top of Feng Qingshui, and said those jealous words stickily.

"Liao Wenyu, Qin Sisi, Gu Xin, he/they have never forgotten you, saying that you were their crush when they were young, and you still talk about it in the group, it's annoying."

"At that time, you received a lot of love letters. After you left, some of them came to ask if we had broken up. Of course I said no."

"Speaking of love letters, you still have those love letters, right?"

"I'll throw them all away when I go back."

Every word, every sentence, the extremely naive words full of girlishness and childishness made the corners of Zhang Shuiyan's mouth twitch and twitch again and again.

"Hey, Ms. Feng, President, Shengguangtai Hotel is here."

There was a lot of stuffed dog food, Zhang Shuiyan said that he had to digest it properly.

"Ah."

Reluctantly sitting upright, Mo Rantong straightened his cuffs and said, "Qingqing, you are not allowed to smile at them later, and you are not allowed to get too close to them."

"Small chatter, you can shut up."

Looking at Mo Rantong without a word, Feng Qing Shuiqu flicked the center of her eyebrows with her index finger, opened the door and got out of the car after saying another word.

"I endured you all the way."

Mo Rantong and Zhang Shuiyan: "..."

"I talk a lot?"

Once Feng Qingshui is not around, Mo Rantong's expression and tone will immediately turn cold, Zhang Shuiyan coughed lightly, and even though he knew that Mo Rantong was not looking at him, he still nodded: "A little bit, in front of Miss Feng, the president seems very lively."

"That's it."

Blinking her eyes in thought, Mo Rantong touched her forehead and got out of the car.

Afterwards, Feng Qingshui noticed that Mo Rantong seemed to be a different person. She walked up to her coldly, without saying a word, but stared at her with a pair of obsidian-like bright eyes, and stretched out her eyes condescendingly towards her. one hand.

The corner of Feng Qingshui's mouth twitched, and she took Mo Rantong's hand. She didn't understand what she was doing, but Mo Sansui was always Mo Sansui.

The two walked into the Shengguangtai Hotel hand in hand. Just as Feng Qingshui was about to ask where Mo Rantong's box was, a man in a suit and leather shoes came up to him.

"Ink dyed pupils, goddess."

In high school, Liao Wenyu wore yellow hair and dressed in a non-mainstream way, but he was still undeniably handsome. Now that he has cut his hair short, he reveals his tough and handsome features, which are even more sharp and compelling. I am sending out the signal that I am rich and that I am a diamond king.

Feng Qingshui couldn't help but look at the man again, and then, her hand hurt.

"Ah."

Nodding reservedly, as the richest man, Mo Rantong is no longer what he used to be, and he is no longer the poor little man who was arrogant and inferior.

Liao Wenyu didn't look at Mo Rantong, but put all his attention on Feng Qingshui. Sure enough, a goddess is a goddess. No matter how long it takes, she still looks so good-looking, which is unconvincing.

"Hi, you are Liao Wenyu, right? Thank you for what happened a few days ago."

Before coming here, Feng Qingshui got to know Liao Wenyu, Qin Sisi and Gu Xin through Mo Rantong, so, lightly hooking the corners of her mouth, Feng Qingshui smiled at Liao Wenyu without hesitation, making Mo Rantong more attractive I'm not used to it.

"gone."

The tone was a bit fierce, and Mo Rantong tugged at Feng Qingshui, his eyes were slightly red.

"Well, no, you're angry now, you really have a glass heart." Feng Qingshui muttered softly when she noticed the strangeness of Mo Ran's pupils, and turned her head to explain to Liao Wenyu who was standing there with a bewildered expression.

"Sorry, we had a quarrel, and she is in a bad mood now."

"No, it's fine."

There were not many people invited to this party, more than a dozen, all of them were famous people. Feng Qingshui became familiar with them after chatting with them for a while. On the contrary, Mo Ran's eyes were cold and cold, and he was always incompatible with this event.

"What's the matter, are you still angry?"

Taking a piece of sweet pastry for Mo Rantong, Feng Qingshui thought about it, took out her mobile phone, and switched the phone to the address book interface to show Mo Rantong.

I saw that the No. [-] bastard was gone, and it was replaced by the three characters dear.

Although this remark is clichéd, Mo Rantong just takes it.

Mo Rantong looked at the screen and then at Feng Qingshui, his eyes became brighter in an instant, and there were two balls of flames dancing faintly in his eyes.

"Happy?"

Sensitive to Mo Rantong's emotional changes, Feng Qingshui bent her eyes and said, "Hurry up and have some snacks, do you want to be happy when you come out to the party?"

The interaction between the two, in the eyes of everyone, is a show of affection. Qin Sisi, who has neat short hair and a carefree temper, clutched her chest and sighed pretendingly sadly: "Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr This kind of single dog who has been single for thousands of years, only has lemons."

"Yes, but Goddess Qingqing is really powerful. Back then, no one looked down on her and Mo Rantong, but she persisted, and it turned out."

Gu Shuilian's girlfriend didn't know what to say.

"Hey, the goddess has a unique vision, how can you compare to it."

As a goddess, Liao Wenyu can't wait to praise Feng Qingshui to the sky, but what he said is also true. After all, who would have expected that the girl who had nothing but a pretty face would become the richest man in a few years. , trampled all these elite children down?

Before, they all thought that Mo Rantong was not good enough for Feng Qingshui, but now, all of them are secretly sighing that Feng Qingshui has a unique vision, and they have taken a fancy to Mo Rantong, a potential stock that is unique in thousands of miles.

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