[Entertainment] Your love, my life

After staying in China for more than half a month, Qiao Mo got on the plane to Milan again, and went to Milan to attend Mrs. Crystal's 17th birthday party before May 70th.

On the plane, Qiao Mo put on a blindfold and closed his eyes to rest his mind. He remembered that Li Fan had invited him to the Golden Summit entertainment two days ago. On the other hand, he originally thought that time could slowly fade away this unrevealed feeling, but after more than a year, not only did it not fade away but intensified, Qiao Mo knew that it was impossible for him to sign a contract under such circumstances. sound.

Forget it, when I come back from Milan, I will sign a contract with Jinding...

With such a thought in mind, Qiao Mo fell into a dazed and light sleep.

Qiao Mo arrived in Milan the day before Mrs. Crystal's birthday, because before that, he had to meet with Crystal's designers and Ms. Monica to determine the dress and event schedule for the next day's banquet.

When Qiao Mo met Monica in the Crystal headquarters building, this confident and elegant French beauty seemed a little haggard—although her makeup and smile were still impeccable.

"Miss Monica, long time no see." Qiao Mo gave the other party a polite hug.

Miss Monica smiled and said, "Seeing you is the only happy thing these days."

At this point in the conversation, Qiao Mo could only continue to ask, "Did something happen?"

Miss Monica rubbed the center of her brows, Qiao Mo secretly sighed in her heart that she really deserves to be a beauty actress, her every frown and movement are captured like a fashion blockbuster, but what Monica said next surprised Qiao Mo , he heard the actress say in a distressed voice: "If you find out that the person you like has a lover, will you choose to give up or will you continue to fight for it?"

For a moment, Qiao Mo almost thought that Monica could see through his heart, but then he immediately dismissed this strange idea, sighed and said truthfully: "I will give up."

Monica's eyes lingered on Qiao Mo's face, looking at Qiao Mo's mixed expression, she felt as if she had glimpsed something, so the big beauty raised her eyebrows, "Otherwise, we two who are in the same illness and love each other get together Forget it, your appearance is considered to be in line with my aesthetics." Wei Yang's tone made people feel that her distress just now might be an illusion.

Qiao Mo twitched the corners of his mouth, strongly suspecting that Monica in front of him had been replaced by someone, "Who told you that I have the same disease as you?"

Seeing Qiao Mo's frightened expression, Monica's mood seemed to have finally returned to normal, she stretched her arms around Qiao Mo and said gracefully, "Let's go, my little prince, to see the dress."

Qiao Mo shook the goosebumps on his back, cleaned up his smile and helped Monica go upstairs together in a gentlemanly manner.

Women are horrible.

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In a sense, Mrs. Crystal's birthday party was more like a big party in the fashion circle. Not only the famous designers in the circle would attend, but also many celebrities and supermodels came to join in.

After a day's activities, the dinner at night became a space for these fashion celebrities to communicate privately. After chatting with several designers while holding a glass of wine, Qiao Mo put down his glass and walked out of the hall where no one was paying attention. Go outside to the garden promenade on the other side for some fresh air.

In the long white European-style corridor, there are only colorful small floor lamps on each colonnade. The empty and quiet garden is in stark contrast to the crowded banquet hall not far away. Qiao Mo leans against the thick|large corridor Zhu looked up at the starry sky, the sparse stars were almost hard to find in the mottled lights of the city, Qiao Mo regretted that he should have served a glass of wine just now.

"...Wait for me!" A voice not far away broke the silence. Qiao Mo subconsciously looked towards the other end of the corridor. The light was rather dim, and Qiao Mo could only vaguely see two men in front of him and behind him. But I can't see the face clearly.

"Why are you walking so fast!" It was still the same English with a strong Latin American accent just now.

"Lance, what's the matter?" The other person stopped in his tracks, turned around and asked, the male voice seemed distant and cold compared to Lance's passionate voice.

Qiao Mo, who was passively listening to the corner, thought boredly, this man's voice is quite suitable for the moonlight tonight.

On the other end, Lance held his face and lamented exaggeratedly: "Oh! Light, do you have to be so indifferent to me?"

Light? Light!Qiao Mo suddenly realized, could it be Pei Ziyue's talented designer lover Cheng Xi? !

Thinking of this, Qiao Mo's body quickly moved forward two pillars, trying to see the man's face clearly, automatically ignoring the tall foreign man with blond hair and blue eyes, and Qiao Mo's eyes fell on the handsome oriental man , although she was much thinner than the oriental genius in memory, Qiao Mo was sure that this was Cheng Xi.

Cheng Xi seemed very tired, and his tone was a little impatient, "Hurry up if you have anything to say."

"You know I've been waiting for your answer. When are you going to agree to my pursuit?" Lance didn't give Cheng Xi a chance to speak, and put his hand on his shoulder and continued, "You have been separated for more than a year, I think Why don't you have any reason to reject me?"

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Qiao Mo's eyes widened suddenly, his brain froze all of a sudden, and only the words "Break up for more than a year" and "Break up for more than a year" echoed in his ears! ! !Qiao Mo's fingers trembled slightly from excitement and ecstasy, and he tried his best to restrain himself from screaming.

"Enough!" Cheng Xi rubbed his temple with one hand and tried to shake off Lance's hand on his shoulder with the other, but in the next second, he fell to the ground as if suddenly losing strength.

"Oh my God! Light, what's wrong with you?" Lance was taken aback, and immediately squatted down to try to help Cheng Xi up.

"Xiaoxi!" But before Lance was ready, a man strode over not far away. He held Cheng Xi with one hand to make him lean into his arms, and handed the other hand to Lance who was at a loss. With a bottle of water and a small bottle of pills, he said to him in fluent Italian, "Pour three pills."

Qiao Mo looked at the man who was feeding Cheng Xi the medicine, somehow he felt a little familiar, but he couldn't think of where he had seen him before.

After Cheng Xi swallowed the pill, the man took off his coat and covered it for Cheng Xi, while he bent down and hugged Cheng Xi, before lifting his feet to leave.

"Hey, wait..." Lance behind him subconsciously said.

The man gave him a cold look, Lance weakly raised the medicine bottle in his hand, "Light's medicine..."

In the next second, a bodyguard in black appeared out of nowhere, reached out to take the medicine bottle and warm water cup in Lance's hand, and followed the man in strides out of sight of Lance and Qiao Mo.

The man outside the banquet hall carefully carried Cheng Xi into the car, and the driver slowly started the car.

In the car, Cheng Xi, who had already woken up, gathered the clothes covering her body, looked up at the man's stern but gentle face at all times, and said softly: "Pei Yi, it seems like I Worrying about you again."

Pei Yi adjusted the position of the cushion behind him for him, and there was no trace of impatience or blame in her tone, but only the warmth she had never shown to others, "It's good to know."

"Yeah." Cheng Xi's voice was tinged with a smile, destined to promise, "There will never be a next time."

Pei Yi looked at his pale and haggard face, and stretched out her hand to straighten the broken hair hanging on his forehead, "When you recover from illness, I will accompany you wherever you want to go."

"it is good."