[Entertainment circle] The starlight in the pen is not as good as you

After the door opened, Cao Jiaxuan straightened up from the position leaning against the wall.

Her gaze fell on Mo Tongtong and Gu Zhanqiao through Xiao Zhang and Mo's father, and then turned back to Mo's father.

"Good evening, Uncle." She paused, then asked like a social idiot, "Are you guys arguing?"

"No." Father Mo answered first, the angry expression on his face had disappeared, and his expression was serious again, "I'll come and see her."

Cao Jiaxuan pursed his lips and smiled: "Are you leaving so early?"

She tapped Xiao Zhang with her index finger to signal him to move aside, then walked sideways through Xiao Zhang to the room.

Mo Tongtong frowned because Cao Jiaxuan came in wearing high heels again, but quickly ignored it because it was not the time to care about such things.

Cao Jiaxuan walked into the room and took out a tissue, wrapped up the nearly burnt cigarette and threw it into the trash can.

She was dexterous and quick when doing this, and asked Mo Tongtong at the same time: "Did you get along well with Uncle today?"

Father Mo turned around because of Cao Jiaxuan's actions.

After listening to Cao Jiaxuan's words, Mo Tongtong glanced at Father Mo, then looked away coldly, noncommittal.

Because of this look, Father Mo frowned.

For so many years, either Mo Tongtong didn't look at him, or else, his eyes had no warmth.

He finally couldn't help it and said: "You hate me so much that no matter what I do, you don't listen to me?"

Mo Tongtong said coldly: "I should listen to the correct words, not yours."

"You..." Father Mo raised his hand and took a few steps forward.

Gu Zhanqiao thought that Mo Tongtong was going to be beaten, so she was nervous for a moment, but Cao Jiaxuan and Mo Tongtong were indifferent. They just watched Mo's father take two steps, and finally stopped, waved his hand fiercely, and then turned and left.

This time he really left, even stepped out the door, and only said once outside the door: "Jiaxuan, I have something to tell you when you come out."

Cao Jiaxuan spread his hands and followed.

It wasn't until the three of them left that Gu Zhanqiao let out a sharp breath, only to realize that he had difficulty breathing just now.

She collapsed on the chair, immediately remembered something, looked up at Mo Tongtong.

"Tongtong, don't be too difficult..."

Before the words were finished, Mo Tongtong suddenly grabbed his coat and chased him out. Gu Zhanqiao was the only one left sitting on the chair, feeling weak in his hands and feet.

Cao Jiaxuan and Mo's father got on the elevator, one stared straight ahead and the other glanced at the ceiling, until halfway down the elevator, Mo's father asked, "Are you still used to everything?"

"It's good, I'm just studying anyway."

"Didn't the people on the board make things difficult for you?"

"The seniors think that I don't have enough qualifications, so it's only natural for me to take the exam."

Cao Jiaxuan said such humble words, but there was a sneer on his face.

The sneer was fleeting, not to mention that Cao Jiaxuan's expression and makeup were always mocking, so he couldn't see it.

Father Mo sighed and said, "It's still you who are sensible, if Tongtong is half of yours, I won't be so worried."

When he said this, he had already reached the first floor. Father Mo didn't go directly to the underground parking lot, but said he wanted to go for a walk.

"This residential area is not bad. Did you find it for her?"

"Well, yes." Cao Jiaxuan walked side by side with Father Mo, looking at the little monster-like bushes under the streetlights by the side of the road.

"Jiaxuan, if you didn't become the manager of some celebrity after graduating from college, at least you are now..." At this point, Father Mo sighed regretfully.

Cao Jiaxuan said: "If I didn't take Qiao Qiao with me, I should have chosen to go abroad."

"What's so good about going abroad, stay in China, there are a lot of resources available."

"There's nothing good about going abroad, so I stayed."

Father Mo coughed shortly: "Forget it, I can tell, you are also facing that Miss Gu."

"I've been with her for ten years, and we were almost inseparable in the past few years, so how can we not turn to her."

"You are straightforward and straightforward. If you were born in the past, you must be a nepotism courtier."

"Maybe I am now."

Father Mo squeezed out a kind expression: "There's nothing wrong with it, look at Tongtong, even though she is my own daughter, she won't turn towards me at all."

Cao Jiaxuan couldn't help but "tsk".

This sound was abrupt and piercing in the silent winter night, Father Mo stopped to look at her.

Cao Jiaxuan said: "To be honest, uncle, but in the past 20 years, you have chosen to ignore her at all."

She maintained her basic politeness in front of her elders, resisted the urge to smoke a cigarette by leaning against the street lamp, and said calmly and steadily: "You didn't care about Tongtong in the past few years, now, why are you starting to care about her again?" ?”

"How can this be generalized..."

"Then you wish me to persuade her?"

"If she had listened to you more - all these years, if it weren't for you, I don't believe she could have lived alone outside for so long."

The night breeze carried a chill that seemed to soak through his skin.

Just staying outside for a while, the bare/exposed palms and cheeks were so cold that they became stiff and stiff.

Cao Jiaxuan put his hands into the pockets of his jacket, but the pockets themselves were icy cold, and they couldn't save his hands that could no longer emit heat.

She let out a breath and turned into a cloud of white mist in the void.

"What I can't convince her is that it's not that I have taken care of her life all along, but that she is living the life she likes."

"There is no need to force her to change anything, and there is nothing to change."

Father Mo's face was gloomy: "Don't think that you are really capable. You can do this now, but don't think that you can do this without me. Life and society are not as simple as you imagine."

Cao Jiaxuan rolled her eyes and looked at Father Mo. The beating heart made her whole body hot and hot except her chest.

"When I first watched them, it was like watching two beautiful children playing house."

Cao Jiaxuan said slowly: "Do they really love each other? How long can this kind of love last? They have always lived a glamorous life and never suffered from material difficulties. They live in the utopia built for them by themselves or others. I have never really touched even the edge of reality... This feeling looks like a flower in a mirror, because it was originally constructed in illusion, so it seems to be broken at the touch of a button..."

Speaking of this, Cao Jiaxuan stopped suddenly. She rubbed her hands and licked her lips and said, "The words just now seemed too sentimental. I'm sorry, but I'm expressing my feelings."

Father Mo looked at her: "So, don't you also think they are unrealistic?"

"But if they continue to live like this, wouldn't they be the best I imagined?"

Cao Jiaxuan turned his head and asked back, his eyes were bathed in soft light, and the black pupils were deep and bright.

Father Mo frowned and sighed through his nose: "You are talking nonsense, too."

"Then why not give them a chance to prove that I am not talking nonsense?"

"If she dares to do this, I won't have her as a daughter."

Cao Jiaxuan laughed: "My mother told me the same thing when she found out that I was going to be an agent. Do you remember what you said at the time? - Do it if you want to do it, and you will be beaten to death , is also an experience.”

Father Mo shook his head and sighed, he seemed to think that Cao Jiaxuan was unreasonable: "Your eloquence is getting better and better."

"But your attitude tells me that you are no longer as repulsive as you were just now."

Father Mo walked back without saying a word, and when he looked up, he saw Mo Tongtong standing under the lamp post leaning on the post, his figure was tall and straight, like a plant.

Father Mo paused, but continued to walk until he got close to Mo Tongtong. Seeing the stubborn and stern face under the light, he suddenly wanted to sigh.

He remembered that when he was a child, his old friends could not help but say when they saw Mo Tongtong: "The little girl speaks well, and when she is silent, she is very imposing—Old Mo, it seems that the girl can take over your class. "

He hugged Mo Tongtong, who was like a dough ball, in his arms, and looked at the little child neither crying nor laughing, staring at the bright black eyes with a puzzled expression.

Mo Tongtong's eyes are very similar to his, with inconspicuous inner eyes, round single eyelids when the eyes are wide open, long eyelashes tucked in the eyelids, not like a girl, but like a handsome boy , but when the eyes are lowered, the dense eyelashes flutter like a small fan, showing the childishness and cuteness of a child.

He remembered that when Tongtong laughed when he was a child, there was a dimple on his right cheek. He didn't see it for too many years, and he didn't know if there was any.

He hoped that Mo Tongtong would be happy.

But he is always worried, his Tongtong is still a little girl, is she really going to go down with someone?

That person looks so unreliable, not only is she a girl, but her family background and professional background are so complicated.

If she is with her, Tongtong will have to bear too much in the future.

However, as Cao Jiaxuan said, maybe she likes this kind of life.

No one can't help spoiling two beautiful children playing house.

He stopped in front of Mo Tongtong.

He was surprised to find that Tongtong was about the same height as him, a slender and beautiful young man.

Maybe he really can't control Tongtong completely, just like her beautifully written stories, he can't understand all of them.

His gaze swept over Mo Tongtong's figure, he snorted coldly, and walked towards the underground garage.

Mo Tongtong asked Cao Jiaxuan who walked up to her, "What does he mean?"

"It doesn't feel like a bad reaction."

"He won't attack Jojo, will he?"

"...No, you think too much."

"That's what I do when I'm writing a screenplay."

"That's hard to say, after all, uncle often reads your script."

"..."

The sky is high and the earth is far away, the icy cold wind sweeps the dead leaves, hula la chases and blows away.

In the silence, Mo Tongtong said: "Sister, why did you accept this so easily? I thought you would reprimand me for confessing to Qiao Qiao."

Cao Jiaxuan walked into the building with his hands in his pockets.

"You are not wrong. You should confess when you should confess, otherwise in the end, even you will doubt yourself, maybe you don't need to be together."

Mo Tongtong opened her mouth to speak, but Cao Jiaxuan added: "Chicken soup for the soul is not based on experience."

Mo Tongtong: "..."