Han Mo used all her life's knowledge to give An Yu a light kiss on his cold lips.

After a kiss.

Stop and compare it with the kissing scenes you have filmed in your memory.

That's how it should be, yes.

Usually at this time, the director should shout "cut".

The rest of the story should be left to the audience's imagination.

Ms. Han Mo, the film queen whose kissing experience is limited to kissing scenes, looked at the handsome NPC in front of her and could not hear the director shout "cut".

I'm stuck in the present moment, and I don't know how to do it anymore.

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Time goes back to before dinner.

Han Mo left An Yu's study.

An Yu answered the call on his cell phone, "Speak~"

"Mr. An, the information about Han Mo and An Qicheng that you asked me to investigate has been sent to your email. Please check it."

"Okay~"

An Yu opened his mailbox and clicked on the latest email.

Inside is some early information about An Qicheng and Han Mo.

An Qicheng is a single parent with an unknown biological father. His mother is a small actress named Chen Mei, and her surname is not An.

So An Qicheng's biological father's surname is An? Isn't this too suspicious?

An Yu thought of his father who was kicked out of the house by the old man.

The suspicion is already very high, and the answer is about to come out.

An Qicheng had excellent academic performance. When he was studying abroad in Country M, he attended G University and studied biomedicine.

Seeing this, An Yu frowned, puzzled.

He studied at G University but wanted to be an actor? And he majored in biomedicine?

No wonder Han Mo was asked to steal the recipe. Did he think he could do anything after stealing the recipe?

Did he know about the gambling agreement? Was there a traitor in the An family?

An Yu continued browsing.

An Qicheng, Han Mo and Han Yifei went to the same high school, and they all had excellent grades and were always the best in the school.

Han Mo attends a private high school, and the tuition is quite high.

How did An Qicheng, a child raised by a single mother, get the money to attend the same high school as Han Mo?

Turning the page further, An Yu was shocked to discover that Han Mo had also attended G University, but later she had to take a leave of absence due to illness!

Moreover, the time she enrolled in G University coincided with the time she met the mother of the twins.

Could it be?

With this discovery, An Yu quickly scrolled down and clicked on the tweet that Han Mo posted during her time at G University.

The photo shows Han Mo in college, with beautiful almond eyes, a young face, and long straight black hair with bangs.

What is more special is that there are sideburns around her ears, making Han Mo look like a Japanese princess doll.

Many years later, An Yu learned that this hairstyle was called princess cut.

These terms don't exist in the straight man's dictionary.

In the photo, Han Mo is wearing a red pleated skirt and a white sweatshirt.

The clothes and hairstyle are exactly the same as the girl that night.

An Yu's heartbeat quickened, the hand holding the mouse froze, veins bulging, hinting at the owner's inner panic at the moment.

Fragments of memory flooded my mind.

"Let go? There's no way I'm letting go. I just like handsome guys with icy faces like you!"

In the thick darkness, eyes as bright as stars reflected a faint light.

Lips as soft as peach blossoms.

Slender waist and long legs.

A hospital attacked by terrorists.

Newborn twins like little mice in the medical waste dump.

An empty bloodstained bed.

Why?

If Han Mo is her, why doesn't she reveal her identity?

Did you also agree to let An Qicheng steal your recipe?

Didn't she want the child anymore? Didn't she want herself anymore?

What on earth were the three of them to her?

The waste of a one-night stand?

After searching for so many years, is this the ridiculous result?

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In the audio-visual room, in the same dim environment.

An Yu looked at Han Mo's pretty face as she approached him, her expression filled with stubbornness and provocation.

There is no trace of lust or love.

After a gentle kiss, he froze in front of him.

Is that all you can do?

Not as enthusiastic as the night of the power outage?

Is it really you? Han Mo.

In the darkness, An Yu's eyes moved, gathering starlight.

He put a finger on his lips, signaling Han Mo not to make a sound.

Before Han Mo understood what he meant, a big hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed her against the back of the sofa.

The lips were kissed fiercely, the teeth were forcefully separated, bitten and ground, as if venting resentment and emotions.

Han Mo was kissed so hard that she had no room to retreat. It was as if a fire was fed in her mouth, and heat rose in her body.

Her heartbeat quickened, her whole body was exhausted, she was trembling slightly, her hands pressed against An Yu's chest in vain.

The previous movie was playing at its most intense part. With the combination of sound and 3D technology, the movie's visual effects were shocking and fascinating.

Han Mo had never experienced such a moment out of control.

If the twins or Didi turned around at this moment and saw his horrible appearance.

Just use your feet to dig a hole and crawl in.

Why do you have this competitive spirit?

Seeing that she couldn't push it forward, Han Mo closed her eyes in despair.

An Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, stopped what he was doing, and sat up.

She sat in a dignified and relaxed posture, without a single wrinkle on her clothes.

It was as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

I originally wanted to tease An Yu as a free gigolo, but ended up being suppressed.

Han Mo touched her chest and comforted herself.

An Yu is so handsome, he won’t suffer any loss.

It’s just for fun. As long as I don’t get tempted, I won’t lose.

This is no different from those guys in the bar.

Just treat it as a sacrifice for art and shoot a passionate kissing scene.

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