Brilliant

Mo Beicheng pretended to be angry, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. Wen Mingyuan could see that he was not really angry, so he said, "Stop making trouble."

Mo Beicheng didn't let him go, but pressed him against the wall, and bit Wen Mingyuan's neck lightly, "I'll settle the score with you later at night."

The top priority now is to contact Xiao Liang.Mo Beicheng found Xiao Liang's phone number saved in his mobile phone. Xiao Liang was also a real person. It was Wen Mingyuan who sent him to the hospital when he drank unconscious. Now that Wen Mingyuan had an accident, he naturally wanted to help.

Xiaoliang agreed to publish the chat records between himself and Yuan Ai, but he didn't want this matter to affect his current life, so Wen Mingyuan was able to erase his private information when processing the evidence he provided.

Mo Beicheng would naturally agree to this matter.

Wen Mingyuan pinched his mobile phone and watched Mo Beicheng work for him. Who knew that he really wanted to post on Weibo saying that Yuan Ai had nothing to do with him, but Sun Junliang refused to let him do so.

It's very simple, no matter what, the photos have already been released, so rushing to deny at this time will give the woman more room to play.At that time, dirty water such as "Break up when you get angry" and "Scumbag who cheats on feelings" will be poured on Wen Mingyuan.

Seeing him pinching the phone, Mo Beicheng suddenly remembered something and said, "Hey, give me the phone."

In the past two days, Lu Siwei and Wen Mingyuan's CP has just become popular, and I added a fire to W and Wen Mingyuan's CP at noon today, and this kind of thing broke out at night, so I don't even need to think about how black fans will attack Wen Mingyuan .

Mo Beicheng was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, so he took the phone away.

"By the way," Wen Mingyuan seemed to suddenly recall something, "Ruanshi's parking lot is monitored!"

"Oh yes," Mo Beicheng hurriedly called Sun Junliang with his mobile phone, but Sun Junliang might also be busy there, and kept reminding that "the number you dialed is currently on the line".

Without thinking about it, Mo Beicheng called Shen Fengming and explained the situation to him.

After Shen Fengming understood the situation, he notified the company's security personnel to call for surveillance, but Wen Mingyuan had to confirm the surveillance by himself.

After Mo Beicheng hung up the phone, he dragged Wen Mingyuan out. He didn't notice the complicated expression on Wen Mingyuan's face at all.

Fortunately, the monitoring did record two people, and the monitoring screen was very clear, and the movements of the two could be clearly seen. It was indeed Yuan Ai who fell forward by himself, and then Wen Mingyuan reached out to support her, and from the monitoring point of view, The most physical contact between the two of them was when Wen Mingyuan accidentally grabbed Yuan Ai's hand when he was helping Yuan Ai, and Wen Mingyuan made an obvious backing movement when Yuan Ai approached.

The security personnel who cooperated with the retrieval of the video also watched today's hot search, and couldn't help but sigh that sometimes the wrong angle of the photo can really confuse the audience.

Wen Mingyuan copied the surveillance and sent it to Sun Junliang.

Sun Junliang finally looked at his phone and said that he would make good use of this video.

Mo Beichen also forwarded Xiaoliang's chat records to Sun Junliang. According to the chat records, their relationship has lasted for five years, and there is no possibility of Wen Mingyuan and Yuan Ai falling in love.

Mo Beicheng's hanging heart was finally relieved, and the two of them packed up their things and prepared to drive home.

Mo Beicheng was still planning how to use these two incidents to bully Wen Mingyuan after returning home, but Wen Mingyuan suddenly asked a question.

"Mo Beicheng, why do you know Mr. Shen?"

Mo Beicheng's heart thumped and almost stopped beating.

"I......"

Mo Beicheng was unwilling to lie to Wen Mingyuan, so he chose to remain silent.

"Let me guess. You have his phone number, which means you have contacted him more than once. Right?"

Mo Beicheng didn't answer.

"You also wrote songs for him, but I didn't see that you got any income from the song "The Language of Flowers." Wen Mingyuan asked, "So, what did you exchange that song for him?"

"Wen Mingyuan..."

"I broke up with Jinxiu and Ruanshi came to the door the next day..." Wen Mingyuan stared at the empty street in front of the car window, "Mo Beicheng, you traded it for me. Future right?"

"No!" Mo Beicheng grabbed Wen Mingyuan's wrist in desperation, "They...they wanted to sign you...Sun Junliang said you are excellent, he always wanted to sign you You, but he didn't have a chance, I just... I just gave you this chance..."

Wen Mingyuan was stunned.

Mo Beicheng explained at a loss: "Sometimes people are really short of opportunities, I just gave you...and it's just three pieces of music that I threw away..."

"But you are Mo Beicheng, you are M..."

I know how much you like music and how much you like creating.

You said music was your immortal wish.

How can you sell something so important... how can you come up with the talent to sell yourself...

You are M...

"But I'm your lover too..." Mo Beicheng stroked the steering wheel.

The world is full of countless voices.

Knocking, crowing, crying, screaming, countless sounds make up our auditory world, these are not music.

No rhythm, no charm, no resonance.

Music should be a description of human love, a narration of mood, and a catharsis of emotion, otherwise, it is just a dead thing.

Mo Beicheng will always remember the day when Wen Mingyuan lost his cooperation with Splendid Entertainment, the almost miserable smile on his face.It's very like the mother after learning that her father cheated.

He had lost one loved one, and he couldn't lose another.

With three pieces of music, in exchange for a lover's smile, is there anything more cost-effective than this in the world?

As for the so-called dignity and glory, Mo Beicheng doesn't care. There is nothing more important than a lover who can feel the body temperature and heartbeat by his side.

Mo Beicheng had lost it before, so he knew it better than anyone else.

"I don't mean to blame you," Wen Mingyuan's eyes glistened with tears, "I just...I just feel that there is nothing to repay."

In his hopeless and lonely life, a person suddenly appeared and stuffed the sweetest candy in the world into his mouth.

How will he repay this feeling?

"Then stay by my side forever as repayment." Mo Beicheng grabbed his hand.

This is a command, this is a prayer, this is also a curse.

In the middle of the night, Wen Mingyuan suddenly woke up from a nightmare.

The intense exercise before going to bed made him feel thirsty, so he pulled the pajamas on the bedside table and draped them over his body, then went to the living room to get water.

Just as he was about to get out of bed, Wen Mingyuan noticed that Mo Beicheng's right hand was carrying his abdomen.

He looked at the man's eyebrows and eyes through the moonlight that sneaked in through the gap in the curtains.

Wen Mingyuan five years ago would never have imagined that the person he loved the most back then is now sleeping next to him. They share a bed and absorb each other's warmth.

Since you can't give back those three scores, love this person with all you have.

This is a promise, this is a guarantee, this is also a sacrifice.

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