Mo Zhan paused for a moment, then said again, "..."

Is she more suitable as a girlfriend or a wife?

This is a question you shouldn't be asking him.

real! !

Upon closer inspection, Rong Shang could also see the man's slightly tense expression.

She smiled lazily, one hand propped on the sofa, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Is it difficult to answer?

"I have no idea."

She moved closer and closer, and Mo Zhan's body became more and more stiff. "You should ask someone else about this."

Mo Zhan's heart inexplicably raced. After finishing his speech, he abruptly stood up, only to find his arm suddenly tightened as she grabbed him.

Before long, the woman's beautiful and sexy voice came over.

"But I only want to ask my brother."

With her slender fingers lightly touching his hand, Rong Shang added, "I only want an answer to this question from you."

Here, it's no longer "brother" but "you" instead.

"..." His dark pupils contracted slightly.

After hearing her increasingly astonishing words, Mo Zhan froze on the spot.

Not daring to speculate, he pursed his thin lips and, after Rong Shang had waited for him for a long time, suddenly said, "You're crazy."

"Don't say things to me that could be misunderstood."

Don't say it.

Because he was afraid he would take it seriously.

Mo Zhan turned slightly to the side, expressionless, and pulled down her hand, saying, "It's getting late, you should get some rest."

After speaking, the man left.

Rong Shang watched his figure gradually disappear into the distance from behind.

Her eyes were smiling, and she slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

What if... I'm serious?

*

Perhaps he was frightened that night, because Rong Shang did not see Mo Zhan again for the next few days.

One day, after filming an advertisement, she went to the company to find him, only to hear the receptionist say that Mo Zhan had gone on a business trip.

At this moment, the sun's intense rays shine down from high above.

Rong Shang put on a baseball cap and left the company.

Unbeknownst to them, a black minivan was parked under a large tree about ten meters away.

Inside the car, several men dressed in all black and wearing black sunglasses were comparing a photo to Rong Shang, who had just gotten into a taxi outside.

"It's this woman."

The man in the passenger seat turned his gaze back to the others behind him. "The person who sent the letter said that this Mo Qiqi is a fox spirit. Do you think this information is reliable?"

This is the 21st century, after all.

fox?

The man raised an eyebrow behind his sunglasses, seemingly a little suspicious.

"Never mind, let's follow them first, and if the information is reliable, we'll notify the boss to come over."

A fox.

If this is true, the boss will definitely be interested.

After the conversation ended, the van slowly started moving and caught up with the taxi in front.

*

Rong Chang returned to the villa in the evening.

When she got home, there was a car parked in front of the door.

As I took a few steps closer, the man in the car suddenly got out.

In that instant, their eyes met.

"Mo Qiqi".

Xiao Ce spoke first.

Rong Shang glanced at him, then put one hand in her pocket. "What is it?"

"What happened before—"

"I've already forgotten what happened before, and you don't need to bring it up again." Rong Shang glanced at him coldly and turned her face away.

But for some reason, I suddenly smelled an aura that didn't belong here.

Raising an eyebrow, she turned her head again to look around. The man beside her was still talking.

But Rong Shang didn't understand what he meant.

A few seconds later, she couldn't help but look away from her surroundings and turn to him. "Xiao Ce, are you saying all this to relive the wonderful times when I was pursuing you, or are you afraid that I'll take the opportunity to retaliate against you?"