She didn't look back, just tried to take her hand back.
The man's deep voice continued behind her, "That Rhett is a playboy who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, but he still belongs to the Lawrence family on the surface, so he is favored as a puppet by other shareholders... Listen. As for me, don’t go, eh?”
His tone contained a bit of humiliation and persuasion, but it always contained the strength and dominance in his bones. When mixed together, it was hard to describe what it felt like.
"Mo Shiqian, let go."
She turned back to look at him, "I know what you mean, and I also know what I have to face. Mo Shiqian, I have been in this industry for more than seven years. I am not an ignorant girl. Do you want to go? I You can decide for yourself... What will happen to the movie if I don't go?"
"Chi Huan," the man's cold and indifferent face finally turned angry, and the fingers holding her wrist tightened, and his voice became even tighter, "It's just a movie, it's worth sending you to such a messy place. , to meet that kind of messy man? You knew it would happen, and you still want to go?"
"Why can't I go?"
His breathing sank, his dark eyes stared at her closely, and he uttered four words one by one, "I don't allow you to go."
"But I want to make movies and make money."
"The money I give you, no matter how much you squander it, will be enough for you to live comfortably for a few years. Can't you just bear with it for a while if you can't film?"
Knowing that such a trashy man had set a trap for her, she still couldn't wait to go on the date
Chi Huan's eyes were so sore that she was worried about tears falling, so she turned her head and looked away, blinked hard a few times to push back the tears, and then said coldly, "Can't you just ignore me? "
"Just pretend I can't,"
She turned back to look at him. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the man's gloomy and self-deprecating eyebrows, and her heart suddenly curled up.
Perhaps seeing a hint of softness in her expression, Mo Shiqian lowered his head and moved closer to her unconsciously. The hand holding her wrist was also raised to support her face. His dark eyes looked into hers almost like He coaxed her and said, "Huanhuan, be obedient. Listen to me and don't go. If you feel too bored recently, you can find a friend to go on a trip with you... You will definitely be able to continue filming movies in the future, eh?"
He was very close to her, his expression was gentle and tired, and most of his warm lips fell on her skin.
As if he wanted to kiss her at any moment.
But this is just an illusion.
He won't kiss her because he is no longer qualified to do so.
I used to be unscrupulous because of love.
Later, I could still tell myself that by taking possession of her, he could give her a life that no one else could.
He always believed that what he could give was the most suitable for her.
But now he has nothing.
Chi Huan remembered that when she asked Lawrence why he wanted to take action on Youran's father's business, he said he should give her a wake-up call to prevent her from being soft-hearted.
The man Youran found was Tang Yueze, and she could still deceive herself into comforting herself that at least he was the man she had liked throughout her girlhood.
But Mu Xi is different. Once those videos are exposed, it will be difficult for her to stand up—
Even if she actively works hard to get back on track in the future, this incident will inevitably become a permanent scar in her heart, and even if it heals, it will not disappear. Besides, she is too young now.
A girl who is not even eighteen years old may not be able to bear such a thing.
Lawrence didn't even care about his own son's life, how could he care about Mu Xi.
Wen Yi said that she could only compete with Lawrence to see who was more ruthless, until he died—
She should have given up long ago.
Chi Huan took a deep breath and moved his hand away, seemingly compromising, "As long as I go home, will you go back to the hospital?"
He quickly agreed, "Yeah."
She closed her eyes and said calmly, "Go back."
The man's eyes lit up slightly and he asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going?"
"Um."
He said in a low voice, "I'll take you back."
"This is my home. I just need to take the elevator to the door."
"I send you."
Chi Huan bit his lower lip, his heart ached thinly, but he couldn't show anything.
Because she couldn't show anything, she often forced herself to ignore many emotions, as if if she didn't care, they would really be gone.
In the end, she refused to continue the stalemate with him, returned to the car and backed the Ferrari into its original parking space, then got out of the car with her bag and walked back toward the elevator.
Mo Shiqian followed her without saying a word.
There were only two of them in the elevator.
She knew she shouldn't ask, but she couldn't help but ask, "Don't your wounds hurt?"
He was wearing black trousers and a black coat. You couldn't tell much at first glance, but if you looked closely, you could see that he frowned intentionally or unintentionally from time to time, as if he was enduring something.
The man held his lips together and his smile was so faint that he said, "It hurts, so what?"
Chi Huan pursed her lips and turned her head to look at the wall on her left.
But the inner wall of the elevator was made of unknown material and was reflective. She looked up and saw the man on her right looking down at her.
That look seemed affectionate, or a kind of affectionate one.
She felt suffocated, then turned to look at the elevator door, lowering her head and covering her face with her long hair, "Mo Shiqian, we broke up. If you always act like this, I will feel very troubled."
He said calmly, "Yeah, I'm sorry."
The elevator door opened and Chi Huan walked out first.
She arrived at the door within a few steps. She pressed the password skillfully, opened the door and walked in. Then she turned around and looked up at the man in black standing in the corridor. "You can go back to the hospital now. Stop messing around with your body." Alright, okay?"
"Um."
"Aren't you leaving yet?"
He smiled faintly and said with a sigh, "Close the door."
Chi Huan looked at his handsome and indifferent face, but withdrew his gaze, took two steps back, and then closed the door.
She took back the hand that had fallen on the doorknob, and the bag in her hand also fell to the ground. She leaned against the door panel with her back, her body slowly slid down as if her strength had been drained, and she sat on the ground with her knees bent.
outside the door.
It was almost dark, and the lights in the corridor turned on.
The light stretched the man's figure extra long and made him feel extra lonely.
I don't know how long he stood silently outside the door before he put one hand in his trouser pocket, then turned and walked into the elevator.
When he reached the door, the pain he was holding back finally showed signs of being unbearable. He stretched out his hand to hold on to the wall, so that the severe pain did not take away the little strength he had left.
There was a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and even the blue veins were faintly exposed.