"I just love him? What’s wrong with me loving one? " Tang poetry shouted at all.
"What do you think you do small three also manage? Is it still glorious? "
"What do you know!" Tang poetry bite lips stare at them cry foul for themselves "I grew up together with him childhood childhood sweetheart we two of a kind but after I went abroad, the woman didn’t know what shameful means took him away! I’m not a mistress. That woman is! Is it wrong for me to get it back now? Who are you to accuse me of? Blare … "
The emotional outburst of Tang poetry has reached the brink of collapse, and the more she thinks about it, the more uncomfortable she thinks about it, the more wronged she is.
She wants to cry now.
At this time, a handsome man pushed through the crowd and came to the weeping Tang poetry. He took off his beige suit and put on the shoulders of the Tang poetry. "Don’t cry, little poem."
Tang poetry felt a warm shoulder, raised his watery eyes and looked at the extraordinarily handsome man in front of him. "Mo Yang … why are you here?"
"I sent a friend to see something here at the airport and heard audio and video, so you came to see it. I didn’t expect it to be you." Lin Moyang is also a rare handsome man, but his appearance is a little gloomy, but he also has a fatal attraction. "What’s the matter with you? Who bullied you and cried like this? "
"Mo Yang …" Tang poetry saw Lin Mo Yang looking at his shoulders and wearing his suit. He was so gentle and considerate to himself. Her heart was warm and then she threw herself into his arms. "I don’t want to live."
"What nonsense!" Lin Moyang patted her shoulder and comforted her "I’ll take you home"
"I don’t want to go home" Tang poetry shook his head in his arms and refused.
"Let’s get out of here first." Lin Moyang stretched out his hand and picked up the Tang poem in his arms. "Don’t cry. If you cry again, your eyes will swell into walnut poems and the princess will not be beautiful."
"I am not a princess in front of him …" Tang poetry muttered.
Thinking that she just held Lin Mo-chen’s leg regardless of her dignity, she went from princess to slave girl.
Lin Moyang tightened his arms and hugged the Tang poetry without saying a word and left the airport.
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He appointed her as his assistant.
When Lin Mo-chen was in a hurry to get out, he wanted to chase Lu You’s figure. Just now, Lu You saw the Tang poetry and held her. He must have misunderstood them. He was in a hurry and wanted to find her for the first time to explain.
He looked at the airport outside the exit gate, only to find that he couldn’t see her everywhere, and Lu You and the man had disappeared.
He recalled leaving the man in a black shirt with Lu You. Judging from his posture and temperament, he was not an ordinary man. He saw more people with a pair of eyes and was good at judging people.
It’s that man and Lu You. Do they know each other? Otherwise, how could Lu You give up picking him up and leave with that man?
Lu you …
Lin Mo-chen’s hand was tightly clenched into a fist, and his chest felt a little painful.
At this time, there were footsteps behind him and subtle crying.
Lin Mo Chen looked back slightly and saw Lin Mo Yang holding the Tang poetry.
He was handsome and slightly feminine, and he didn’t say hello to Lin Mochen. He held the Tang poetry to the orange Lamborghini and put her in the seat.
From this angle of Tang poetry, we can see Lin Mo-chen. She bit her lip slightly and looked at Lin Mo-chen with a pitiful and wronged look.
It seems that I hope he can white her mind and her affection for him.
Lin Moyang also found that her eyes have been chasing Lin Mohen. His eyes are dim and he stretched out his hand and patted her on the top of her hair and then put the door.
Lin Mo Yang good car door straight up to this just turned to look at the nearby Lin Mo Chen "eldest brother no one to pick you up? Do you want me to give you a ride? "
"No, my assistant has already come." Lin Mochen replied coldly.
He and Lin Moyang didn’t kiss each other since childhood. Lin Moyang’s character is really that he doesn’t love to communicate with others, while he is not talkative. They don’t have much in common. Although they are cousins, their feelings are not deep, and they are not as brotherly as Lin Mochen and Gu Nanqing and Chu Heng.
After finishing middle school, Lin Mochen went to study in the United States, and then returned to China to start a business. He never returned to Lin’s home.
For so many years, he has been a stranger to Lin’s family account.
Therefore, it is better to say that Lin Moyang and Tang poetry are childhood friends because they are the same age and have more in common.
Lin Moyang will choose which school Tang Poetry chooses, and they are the real childhood friends.
"In this case, I’ll go back with Xiaoshi first." Lin Mo-chen was polite. After all, Lin Mo-chen was the grandson of Lin’s parents and loved by his grandfather. He still had to show some respect for him so as not to be criticized by people.
"Good" Lin Mochen nodded shallowly.
Lin Mo Yang Bufeng turned around slightly and stared at Lin Mo Chen’s thin lips with a light hook. "Eldest brother left to speculate that I still have to say that Tang poetry is a good girl. She just came to pick you up because she wanted to see you. Since you said that she was a sister, should you do this to your sister? You humiliated her in front of so many people at the airport! She has no complaints about you! "
"She and I are no longer children in those days. Brother and sister are also divided into men and women, and I am married. I am responsible for my wife. It is good for everyone to keep a proper distance from Tang poetry, which is between me and her." Lin Mochen did not explain to Lin Moyang, but he hoped that he could listen to these reasons and persuade Tang poetry.
It was reported that Lin Mo-chen was married, and he was portrayed as colored by some people. He was also congratulated by some people, saying that his eldest brother was married, and when they told Lin’s family when to hold a wedding, he just laughed and didn’t answer.
After all, it’s not his business, and Lin Mochen has never admitted it to the public media. Moreover, Grandpa Lin Shiguang will not admit that outsiders in Tang poetry are Lin Mochen’s wife or his granddaughter’s wife.
After all, Lin Mo-chen has never had an affair with a woman. It was only after he admitted it himself just now that he was sure that he was really married.
I don’t know which woman is so lucky to be seen by Lin Mo-chen and still have a hidden marriage.
"Tang poetry is like you but like a person is wrong? The biggest mistake is to like the wrong person. She is a girl and didn’t do anything harmful. You really don’t have to hurt her like this! " Lin Moyang didn’t accept Lin Mochen’s cold attitude towards Tang poetry. "He still said a few more words. If your wife believes you, if she is generous enough, she won’t mind her sister giving her brother a hug."
"This has nothing to do with her. I have my own principles of doing things, unlike some people who can do things by hook or by crook!" There is an irony in Lin Mochen’s words: "I want to change a shortcut to power. I will give you a suggestion. Since I like Tang poetry, I will chase her and marry her, and you will get that Grandpa Tang Gu Tuan will pay more attention to you."
"Eldest brother, I like Tang poetry, but I won’t force her. I respect her decision." Lin Moyang is so open-minded that "I can calculate benefits for anyone, but I won’t."
"Wipe your eyes and wait" Lin Mochen will no longer say more.
Lin Moyang turned and left, bypassed the front of the car and drove the car away from the airport.
Tang poetry looked at Lin Mo-chen with pain until he disappeared from Tang poetry, and then he withdrew his eyes. It was distressing that a shadow fell on his eyes.
"Xiao Shi, he’s married, and he doesn’t deserve you to be so persistent. He’s sad and miserable. It’s better to let go of your heart bound by himself and live your life happily." Lin Moyang looked so heartbroken and could say something comforting to comfort her. "Xiao Shi likes you so much, and you deserve to be cared for and loved by someone who really loves you, instead of putting yourself in front of him and hurting him properly. He doesn’t care about your feelings. I don’t think it’s worth it for you, you know?"
"Mo Yang, he is your eldest brother. You mustn’t say that about him." Tang poetry bit his rosy lip and gently reprimanded him. "Mo Yang, I have loved him for so many years. How can I give up when I say give up? I’m good, your mind is white, but you know what? I’d rather suffer like this than try to accept others! "
She said a tear and escaped from the corner of her eye. She sucked her nose and tried to stop crying.
Lin Moyang looked at her and cried again, and his face was very cold. He held the steering wheel tightly and buckled it with great strength as if the steering wheel in his hand was Lin Mohen, and he couldn’t wait to defend him.
"am I very unpromising?" In Tang poetry, Lin Moyang didn’t speak, so he spoke to himself.
"No, I love you so much for yourself." Lin Moyang shook his head.
"But I don’t know how to stop myself from suffering so much pain." Tang poetry touched his left atrium, where a hand grabbed her heart and let her breathe smoothly.
"Poem …" Lin Moyang is also very resistant. "You don’t want to have a good sleep first. I’ll call you when you get home."
Tang poetry nodded for a few days with tears in her eyes. She closed her eyes, but Lin Mochen’s figure floated in her mind and could not be waved away.
Once a person falls into infatuation, he is like a madman. In general, he seems to never see anyone, including himself, except himself.
And Lin Mo Chen, who was abandoned by Lu’s sorrow at the airport, is also more depressed than the sudden change of face and light rain.
He looked cold at the airport alone.
He called Pang Bo and asked him to pick him up. He has been here for half an hour, watching the rain fall and Pang Bo hasn’t arrived yet.
After more than ten minutes, Pang Bo finally stopped at the airport in front of Lin Mo Chen.
He hurried to the edge of the platform without an umbrella.
"I’m sorry to keep you waiting for a long time in the rain traffic jam," said Pang Bo, putting the salute box in Lin Mo-chen’s hand in the trunk.