Chu Xi looked sad when he said it, and said gloomily, "I don't want him to have it."
Fengxing, "..."
A cold sneer appeared on his lips, "I don't want a divorced woman, do you understand?"
She looked at him blankly, lowered her head and said, "You... dislike me... are you divorced?"
Feng Xing pulled his coat back from her hand and said coldly, "You go find someone who doesn't mind your divorce."
After saying that, he bent down and got into the car, and closed the door firmly.
The woman's hand reached out to stop the car door the moment it closed. Because the inertia was too great, it directly squeezed her fingers hard. Even though Chu Xi was not a spoiled child and could even tolerate pain, she still let out a short cry of pain. A sound.
Feng Xing didn't expect that she could come this far. He glanced at her fingers and then at her thin eyebrows that were furrowed in pain. Her black eyebrows were still furrowed, but she still had a look of indifference.
Chu Xi's skin is extremely white, so any slight injury will be obvious.
Seeing that he didn't speak, she looked at her finger silently, then stretched it out to him, "It's... hurt."
Dark purple, very obvious.
Feng Xing glanced at it and said coldly, "You asked for it."
"You need to take me to the hospital."
"Not going."
She whispered, "Just go a short way."
The man said indifferently, "It's not going well."
Her expression was blank, "You... hate me?"
"Can't you see?"
She was aggrieved and stubborn, "But you said you will always like me."
Her voice was like an autumn stream, with a refreshing coolness, yet soft.
"I also said that I don't want women who have been used by others."
Her face turned pale, her head lowered even further, and she slowly retracted her hands. She took two steps back and got out of the way.
Feng Xing raised his eyes to look at her.
Although her body is not considered abject and cheap, compared with the cold and dignified appearance she once had, and compared with the sky-high price of every detail on Chi Huan's body, there is no trace of a rich lady, like pearls and jade covered in dust.
The way the head hangs down is like a "jelly" hanging its head.
After a few seconds, he looked away, raised his hand to close the car door, started the engine expressionlessly, and left.
… …
The car stopped at the parking lot of the villa.
Mo Shiqian got out of the car first, walked around the front of the car and reached out to open the passenger door. He looked down at the woman sitting there and said, "Get out of the car."
The light in the parking lot is naturally not as bright as indoors, and it is even more half-dark when it falls on the man. There is a more mysterious illusion in the trance.
Chi Huan looked at him and reached out to him.
The man raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I don't want to walk by myself. Wearing high heels is tiring."
She was just lying with her eyes open. She was already proficient in wearing high heels, not to mention she didn't walk much today.
Mo Shiqian only thought she was acting coquettishly, or she was actually acting coquettishly.
There was a slight smile on his lips, and he bowed his head and hugged her out.
Chi Huan circled his neck and looked at his handsome face, "You made such a fuss just now, and everyone knew that we were together."
He said calmly, "Well, let me see who is not afraid of death and dares to give you roses."
"Mo Shiqian."
"Um?"
"Do you just want to find an excuse to let Feng Xing escort me there, or were you really planning to make a movie with me?"
The man smiled faintly, "I let you go just to let Feng Xing go, but I was planning to let you make a movie before, and I am also your investor."
She pursed her lips, "Then why have you never told me?"
"It's being prepared, and your hands haven't been trained yet."
She blinked, "What are you going to let me take a picture of?"
"Jiang Song."
"He, is he looking for you or are you looking for him?"
She knows that Jiang Song is not as good as Zhang Yan, a first-class director with a good reputation, but he is also a director with a very personal style among the generation of young directors. He is unique, but the films he makes are basically non-mainstream commercial films. Although there are His talent also has a reputation, and he has even won several awards abroad, but he still cannot guarantee the box office.
If it had been when she was the most popular and the mayor's daughter, she would have been quite happy to work with Director Jiang - because the movie itself was of high quality, and at that time she didn't think much about box office or income, so she would just make it if she liked it. .
Mo Shiqian explained briefly, "He asked Tang Group to invest in his new movie, but it was rejected because of its genre and subject matter. After much searching, he found me," he said calmly, "I thought you were willing to cooperate with him."
Actually, it wasn’t that he thought she was willing, it was that she had seen Jiang Song’s movie and mentioned it casually.
Chi Huan pursed her lips slightly, "I would like to, but I am short of money now, and my current image is not good, which will also affect the box office of other people's movies."
But Zhang Yan was different. With his status, especially with Pei Yi's words, she alone was not enough to sway them.
"Are you short of money?"
"Of course I'm short of money."
"Where are you short of money? I'm not rich enough?"
Chi Huan looked at his handsome face close at hand. His expression was very calm, as if he had asked an ordinary question.
Her heart beat violently, but her expression remained normal and she just muttered, "Your money is your money, and I'm not your wife."
She regretted it after saying this, as if she was hinting at something.
Sure enough, the man stopped in his tracks and paused on the stairs to the living room on the second floor.
Mo Shiqian looked down at her, "If marriage can give you a sense of security, then let's get married, okay?"
"Wha... what?"
"Marry me and we'll get married."
His voice was low and deep, no different from his usual speech, but Chi Huan was completely stunned. It took him a while to confirm... that he was seriously talking to her about getting married.
Although for a man like Mo Shiqian, when the word marriage comes out of his mouth, he must be serious about it.
"no, do not want."
She refused almost without thinking, which made Mo Shiqian frown immediately and his voice became a little deeper, "You don't want to marry me?"
Is this... a question of whether you want it or not? ?And between them...have they reached the stage of whether they are willing to marry or not
What's more... why must she be willing to marry him
Her silence for these few seconds made Mo Shiqian even more unhappy. Coupled with her indifference in the past two days, even in bed, she had an attitude of letting him be manipulated but not bothering to pay attention to him.
He especially didn't like her lazy and scornful attitude towards him. She seemed obedient, but in fact she was very distant.
The man's voice became tense, and his handsome face became a little dark, "Chi Huan, when you were with me, were you still thinking of another man? Mo Xigu, he was still the man who gave you roses. ?”
The light in the living room was very bright, and she could clearly see the expression on his face.
At the hotel dinner just now, let alone the group of people who were afraid of him, even she thought he was deep and scary. But now the anger in his eyebrows had begun to show, but she didn't feel afraid at all.
Instead, he smiled softly, "What if there is?"