Mu Qingcheng's eyes gleamed as she finished another glass of wine, her gaze fixed intently on Mo Shisheng. The intense light in her eyes made Mo Shisheng feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Her lips twitched slightly. "It's raining?"
"Smack!"
Mu Qingcheng slammed her hand on the table excitedly, "Xiao Jiu, do you have to be so smart! You guessed it right every time! It's amazing!"
Mo Shisheng: "..."
She wished she hadn't guessed right...
Mu Qingcheng continued talking to herself, completely oblivious to the emotions on Mo Shisheng's face, "Xiao Jiu, you're practically my soulmate!"
Yeah……
My soulmate...
Hehehehe...
Mo Shisheng forced a stiff smile, then remained silent.
Mu Qingcheng drank three cups of wine in one go, and a faint blush appeared on her half-unblemished face, making her look very beautiful, like a piece of uncarved jade.
She let out a rough hiccup. "Little Jiu, you know what? I used to be pretty. Men all like pretty women, and the restaurant did really well. But then, after my face turned like this, ha... men..."
Mu Qingcheng raised her finger and pointed to the half of her face that had been burned. A hint of sadness and inferiority welled up in her eyes, but she concealed it very well.
Mo Shisheng wouldn't have noticed it unless she looked closely.
Which woman doesn't care about her appearance?
It seems that Mu Qingcheng was just putting on a brave face despite her grievances.
Mu Qingcheng pouted her red lips and looked at Mo Shisheng, asking in confusion, "Xiao Jiu, why are you wearing a mask? Have you been disfigured too?"
Mo Shisheng: "..."
"Really? Then we're in the same boat..."
"No, I'm used to wearing it."
Knowing that Mu Qingcheng wanted to say that the two of them were in the same boat, Mo Shisheng avoided saying the idiom and interrupted her.
"I'm used to wearing it..."
Mu Qingcheng pouted her red lips again, poured out the wine from the wine pot, and drank it all in one gulp.
Mo Shisheng glanced indifferently at the empty wine bottle in front of her, somewhat speechless, "What am I supposed to drink if you finish this?"
"ah?"
Mu Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then realized that Mo Shisheng was talking about wine. She smiled foolishly and waved her hand towards the counter, "A Qiu! Bring the wine!"
Mo Shisheng then noticed a tall man standing at the counter. He was handsome and exuded an air of nobility, unlike a servant in this restaurant.
Hearing Mu Qingcheng address him as "A Qiu?"
Mo Shisheng's lips twitched. She never meddled in other people's business. After the wine was brought over, she placed it in front of her to prevent it from being snatched away by that crazy woman, Mu Qingcheng.
...
"Qingcheng?"
Seeing that Mu Qingcheng was still in a daze, Lin Qiu waved his hand in front of her eyes, and Mu Qingcheng suddenly looked at him coldly.
For a moment, Lin Qiu forgot to retract her hand. Mu Qingcheng's lips curled slightly, carrying a hint of coldness, and she slapped Lin Qiu's hand away hard.
"Mo Shisheng's current predicament is inextricably linked to me, Linqiu. Do you think I feel good about it?"
Mu Qingcheng took a deep breath. "If you hadn't used me to get close to her, would she have suffered so much?"
"Her identity determined her fate, Qingcheng. These things would have happened regardless of whether you were here or not."
Lin Qiu knew that Mu Qingcheng was in a particularly bad mood. Mo Shisheng might have a bad personality, but he was absolutely sincere to his friends and never neglected them.
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