In a high-end Western restaurant on Queen's Road in Central.
Mo Zhexuan sat quietly in the window seat on the right.
The coffee cup in my hand exudes an enticing aroma.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes occasionally glancing towards the door.
Looking forward to the upcoming guest.
Time passed slowly and the door of the restaurant opened gently.
A special figure came into view.
She was wearing a black dress, elegant and mysterious.
He wore a black baseball cap and a mask on his head.
Covering most of the face.
Only a pair of bright eyes are revealed.
As soon as I entered the restaurant, I looked around.
The waiter came forward and wanted to guide her to a seat, as if she was looking for something.
But she politely declined.
His eyes lit up when he saw Mo Zhexuan.
He immediately walked straight over.
"Waiter, please serve the food. The guests have arrived." Mo Zhexuan turned his head.
He whispered instructions to the waiter standing not far to the left.
"Okay!" the waitress nodded.
Dare not be negligent in the slightest.
Hurry to notify the chef backstage to serve the food.
Because she had recognized Mo Zhexuan's face.
"Mo...Zhexuan, I'm so sorry, I'm late." Deng Lijun put down the black bag in her hand.
He said softly with an apologetic smile on his face.
"It's okay, Lijun, I just arrived too." Mo Zhexuan responded with a smile.
Passing the menu,
"Do you think we need to add any more dishes?"
Deng Lijun took the menu and found that she had already ordered a large variety of dishes.
She quickly put down the menu and took off her mask, revealing a charming dimple.
"You ordered too much. I don't think the two of us can finish it."
"It's impossible that we can't finish it." Mo Zhexuan took a quick look at Deng Lijun's figure and said with a hint of teasing:
"I think with your figure, these dishes should be no problem at all."
"Are you... saying I'm fat?" A hint of annoyance flashed across Deng Lijun's face.
But she soon turned shy again.
Her round face looked even cuter, and she defended herself with a hint of coquettishness:
"I'm not even 85 kilograms now, how can I be fat?"
At this time, the waitress came over pushing a small food cart.
When he saw Deng Lijun's face, he was obviously stunned for a moment.
There was a flash of surprise and joy in his eyes.
After realizing what was happening, he quickly and skillfully placed exquisite Western dishes on the table.
"Little sister! Do you understand that you have to keep this matter a secret from us?" Mo Zhexuan said in a low voice.
Lin Jiali nodded happily, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and spoke carefully:
"Sister Jun! I'm a fan of yours. Can you sign an autograph for me?"
"Okay!" Deng Lijun smiled slightly.
She quickly pulled out a ticket for tomorrow's concert at the Hung Hom Stadium and an autographed photo from her black leather bag.
Then he signed his name fluently with a ballpoint pen and handed it over.
"Remember to keep it a secret for me!"
"Thank you, Sister Jun! I will keep my mouth shut."
Lin Jiali took the tickets and autographed photos with a look of gratitude on her face.
He quickly and carefully put it into his pocket, fearing that it would be damaged in the slightest.
Later, Deng Lijun became an international singing star.
This legendary autographed photo is unique in its commemorative significance and preciousness.
Prices also went up.
It eventually reached a sky-high price of one million Hong Kong dollars.
Afterwards, Mo Zhexuan and Deng Lijun enjoyed the exquisite food.
They chatted intimately like a couple.
Whether it is a witty dirty joke or a humorous dark joke.
Mo Zhexuan could perform them all with ease, making the singing queen in front of him laugh so hard that she could hardly stop.
If you were to ask Mo Zhexuan what he values most about Deng Lijun.
Then it is undoubtedly the gentle and moving temperament on her body.
A round face, slightly chubby, a sweet smile, and bright eyes.
She looks like the older sister next door, giving people a warm and gentle feeling.
It's refreshing.
It's like a classical beauty walking out of a painting.
The two of them were delighted after the meal.
After dinner, they strolled hand in hand in the bustling streets.
By the way, I bought a set of luxury brands.
The night deepened and the street lights flickered.
The two laughed and talked happily, as if the whole world belonged to them.
Finally, they walked into the Oriental Culture Hotel together tacitly.
"Click!" A paparazzi hid in the dark and took a few quick photos with his camera.
He licked his lips greedily and muttered to himself excitedly:
"This is big news! The singing queen actually walked into the same hotel hand in hand with a financial tycoon. They're going to make a killing this time..."
Before he finished speaking.
A fist as big as a sandbag slammed into his face.
He lost consciousness instantly and collapsed to the ground.
The camera around his neck was also quickly snatched away.
He fell hard to the ground and was crushed to pieces.
"Oh... why are there so many flies? This is the eighth one." Wang Yalin sighed helplessly.
The figure quickly disappeared in the darkness.
It was like a gust of wind blowing by, leaving no trace.
Inside the presidential suite.
The singing queen wore her newly purchased red printed cheongsam.
Perform warm-up exercises gracefully on the side of the bed.
While singing loudly.
"Well...if...I hadn't...met you
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