Song Yao has not known Cen Mo for long or short, she knows that Cen Mo is a proud and self-respecting person!
Based on her understanding of Cen Mo, if Cen Mo had really experienced these things, then those who knew about these things... should have been silenced by Cen Mo, so how could Cen Mo himself tell others.
Zhong Moli nodded: "Yes...you are right! Cen Mo never told me, but I am not an ordinary girl. Regarding Cen Mo back then, I want to know what his experience was, even when he was infiltrating What is the identity before the black market, it is a breeze!"
Generally speaking, if a person becomes a commodity and flows into the black market, his previous identity will never be found out.
Unless it's a family like Zhong Moli who wants to find out, then they will definitely be able to find out!
"Song Yao, it doesn't matter if you believe what I told you today or not! But since you can be with the person you love, why are you hesitant and afraid?! Life is only a few decades... You missed Cen Mo, don't you regret it?!"
"About my identity, if you have doubts again, I can wait here for Cen Mo to come back and let Cen Mo confirm with you, but I really hope that you can be together well!"
"What I told you about Cen Mo's past today is to hope that you can understand Cen Mo's violent temper and desire to control. I hope you don't misunderstand that he is just trying to control you. He is as nervous as he loves you. How afraid You leave! Cen Mo is a man who is so proud that he is a bit perverted. His self-esteem is so strong that you can't imagine it. He has experienced these unbearable experiences. If Cen Mo can only choose one person in this world, he will never know. He will definitely choose. The woman I love the most... is you!"
What Zhong Moli said about Cen Mo's past was difficult for Song Yao to digest.
Having said that, Song Yao no longer doubts Zhong Moli's identity, or even Zhong Moli's intentions...
Song Yao has never felt so sorry for someone, let alone this person is the man Song Yao loves deeply.
"As a friend, I feel that Cen Mo's past has been too bitter, so I am willing to do my best to help him be happy. This is all I can do for Cen Mo, and this is the end!" Zhong Moli said to Song Yao shallowly. Smiling, "My engagement with Cen Mo has been cancelled, and he now has the ability to protect himself. I have no reason not to contact Cen Mo again. As for whether you want to get together with Cen Mo, that is your choice." I can't interfere!"
Later, without waiting for Cen Mo to come back, Song Yao chose to believe in Zhong Moli and made up her mind to be with Cen Mo...
The sound of the servant bringing Song Yao's fruit tea into the conservatory pulled Song Yao's Piaoyuan thoughts back. Seeing the servant carefully put down the fruit tea and retreated, only she and Cen Mo were left in the conservatory.
Song Yao looked at Cen Mo's resolute side face, and her heart ached. She didn't want Cen Mo to see her red eyes. Bypassing Cen Mo's armpit, holding a tablet computer to watch cartoons...
"What's wrong?!" Cen Mo took off his Bluetooth headset, and gently stroked Song Yao's back.
"I want to sit with you like this, you are busy with your work, I watch my cartoons, I don't bother you..." Song Yao said, put on the earphones, and the sound of anime came from her ears, she rubbed and blushed Sore eyes, after you make up your mind to restrain your temper, you must treat Cen Mo well.
On the other side of the computer, the people who were having a meeting with Cen Mo were still discussing, when they suddenly heard a woman's voice coming from the big boss's side, they collectively fell silent.
As long as Song Yao is by Cen Mo's side, Cen Mo can give Song Yao everything, even a bottomless indulgence. He put his hands around Song Yao's slender waist, put on his earphones again, and looked at the message from the meeting room. Information, put on the earphones again, and said: "Continue talking, how are you listening?!"
Song Yao and Cen Mo sensed the vibration of Cen Mo's chest by their close hearts, thinking that Cen Mo was talking to her, took off the earphones, straightened up and looked at Cen Mo with downcast eyes and asked, "What?!"
"What?!" Cen Mo was also at a loss.
The voices of women and Cen Mo were heard in the conference room, look at me, look at me, you don't know if you should continue.
"I was wearing headphones and didn't hear what you said clearly..." Song Yao looked at Cen Mo blankly with big clear eyes.
"I said let them continue the meeting, what's wrong?!"
Hearing this, Song Yao's eyes widened, she turned her head to look at the screen, lowered her voice and asked Cen Mo timidly: "Video conference?!"
"Conference call..." Cen Mo told the truth.
Song Yao's blood rushed from his feet to the top of his head in an instant, and he got off Cen Mo's body in embarrassment, and said dryly: "You are busy! You are busy!"
Cen Mo's black eyes looked at Song Yao's red face nestled in the corner of the sofa, holding a tablet computer pretending to be serious but with his toes curled up in shame, he gave a low laugh and continued to look through the materials, intending to end the meeting as soon as possible Comfort his little wife!
Song Yao watched the cartoon absently, and fell asleep before Cen Mo finished his work...
Since Song Yao became pregnant, her appetite was okay, but she was always prone to sleepiness.
Cen Mo covered Song Yao with a blanket, and after the meeting was over, he lightly carried Song Yao back to the room.
When Cen Mo came out of the conservatory halfway, Song Yao faintly opened his eyes, and Cen Mo coaxed the pregnant little woman in a low voice: "Sleep, I will carry you back to the room!"
Song Yao subconsciously tightened her arms around Cen Mo's neck, rested her head on Cen Mo's heart and closed her eyes in peace.
Cen Mo put Song Yao on the bed, covered her with the quilt and kissed her between the eyebrows, then walked lightly to the balcony to light a cigarette.
When he was with Song Yao, Cen Mo always refrained from smoking, fearing that it would be bad for the child...
Before he finished a cigarette, Cen Mo's phone vibrated in his pocket, and he connected.
Saihand's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sir, the man has been arrested and beaten to death. He is unwilling to hand over the ashes of the young lady's husband. I insist on seeing you..."
Cen Mo breathed out a mouthful of mist, squinted his eyes, and lowered his eyes to press the unfinished half of the cigarette on the balcony railing, and said, "I'm coming!"
Entering from the balcony, Cen Mo smelled of cigarettes and did not approach Song Yao, but just took a deep look at her, then left the room and walked downstairs to the basement.
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In the basement, a man who was beaten and dripping with blood was kneeling on the ground, crumbling, with blood continuously dripping down his jaw and the corners of his mouth.
Cen Mo was sitting on the sofa in the basement, with his slender legs crossed, one hand resting lazily on the back of the sofa, a cigarette was biting on the corner of his lips, his voice was somewhat vague...
Babies, today is the 9th! There are still five days until the end of the romance contest! I hope that the babies will actively support Qianqian! Love you guys! ! ! ! ! ! !
(end of this chapter)