After saying that, Xiao Su looked at Mo Shen at night.
His expression was still light, and his clear-cut hand had already taken the folder over. Then he opened the page, and a cold sweat ca out from Xiao Su's back. "Little night, please take your ti. I'll first Back? "
Although he has asked Jiang Xiaobai to delete those unnecessary places, he still has no bottom in his mind. After all, it is quite embarrassing to type these things into words.
Especially the places where the dicine is prescribed.
At that ti, Jiang Xiaobai asked him to take others' story as an example, so don't be nervous. When he said it, he felt that he was just repeating what he had seen.
It was not until he handed these materials to the hand of Yemo Shen that Xiao Su gradually realized the danger.
Night Mo Shen suddenly raised eyes, eyes fell on Xiao Su's face.
"Are you nervous?"
Listen, Xiao Su subconsciously licked his lips and shook his head: "No."
How could he be nervous? ha-ha.
"Oh." Night Mo deep take back eyes, cold voice: "then wait here, wait for to finish."
“……”
What else can Xiao Su say? He is very nervous, believe that night little also can see his mood, but he must ask whether he is nervous.
And he can't answer the night less said, is really nervous.
In fact, he is not sure about the information.
So in the night when Mo Shen is ready to watch, Xiao Su decides to give night Mo Shen so psychological preparation in advance.
So he coughed a little, and then said, "that night is little I asked soone to write for
"Ghostwriting?" Night Mo Shen slightly picked the next eyebrow, as if to think of what, "that matter has been arranged?"
Xiao Su knew what he was referring to and imdiately nodded: "no problem. I'm absolutely good at confidentiality, but This ghostwriter is a girl, so her writing style is a little dreamy, so... "
Speaking of this, Xiao Su stopped cleverly. He had made it so obvious that yeshao would surely understand his aning.
"I see." Night Mo Shen did not pay any more attention to him and looked down at the information.
His attitude is very serious, looking at the information in front of him is very devout, as if holding in his hand is not a material at all, but an extrely valuable treasure.
In fact, for yemoshen, this period belongs to his purple past, is his treasure.
He looked at it seriously. It seed that he didn't care what kind of painting style these things were and what kind of people wrote them. These things are not important to him.
Xiao Su was nervous from the beginning, and then gradually relaxed, because he found that ye Moshen seed to fall into his own mories, sotis frowning. At first, Xiao Su thought that he was dissatisfied with the information and wanted to explain it, but yemoshen did not reprimand him and continued to frown down.
After that, Xiao Su saw that his brow beca more and more frown and deeper, and even his brow was filled with a sense of killing. Xiao Su felt that he could not escape this ti.
But yeshao continued to frown and look down. There was no pause, no reprimand.
According to his understanding of yeshao, Xiao Su observed it carefully. He found that the fluctuation of yeshao's eyes was quite big, although it seed to be motionless on the surface.
That is to say, he can only see the expression of his eyes after he has been around for a long ti.
So, yeshao, is it a mory?
I'm afraid it's only in mory of the things that happened before? Not to him?
Xiao Su finally relaxed.
As ti passed by, the study was quiet and silent. Night Mo was deeply imrsed in his mory. Seeing that he had no other abnormal performance, Xiao Su beca more and more daring. He simply turned around and sat down in a chair.
Then, take out the phone.
But also at this ti, night Mo deep's eyes toward him swept over, Xiao Su holds the mobile phone's movent one stiff.
However, the night Mo deep did not care, the vision light looked at him after, took back the vision.
Then, Xiao Su heard him say: "you go out first, go around."
Xiao Su imdiately stood up: "that night is little, I will co back later."
After leaving the study, Xiao Su felt that the air outside was better than that in the study, but How could yeshao let him out?
Forget it. He'll turn around and go back.
In any case, he had his own thinking about doing less at night.
Maybe it was because Xiao Su was too eager to leave and didn't notice the strange night when he closed the door of his study.
After Xiao Su left, Mo Shen, who had been sitting upright for a long ti, suddenly raised his hand and squeezed his eyebrows heavily.
He didn't see much of these events, but he could not forget them. When he thought of how she had married into the night house, and how she had suffered from those euphemistic and profound eyebrows, he unconsciously frowned.Then, so broken pictures appeared in my mind intermittently. Just like the TV, the pictures flashed and disappeared quickly.
It's too fast to be irritated.
About the mory of him and Han Muzi, Yemo deeply wanted to rember, only constantly forced himself to recall those pictures, hoping that he could rember sothing more.
In this way, yemoshen has been fighting against those mories that quickly slip away. The other side is very strong, but he is not a person who is afraid.
Gradually, the night deep head began to ache.
Cold sweat was all over his back, but in winter, he was wearing a coat, so he could not see the smooth white shirt under the coat, which was wet through.
Only the cold sweat from the forehead, drop by drop along the beautiful face, sliding across the edges and corners, dripping on those materials.
Severe pain.
Bone clear hand or turn over the information, see the next page.
When he saw that Han Muzi was drugged by those despicable people, he was so angry that his Qi and blood almost vomited out a mouthful of blood.
However, there are more elents of self bla, because he didn't protect her at the beginning, so that she was hurt.
At this mont, Han Muzi is also dreaming.
In the dream, she went back to the ti when she had just married Moshen, and then repeated the previous events. When she woke up, she had a cold sweat on her back.
Han Muzi felt her heart beat very fast, even her abdon was not very stable. Mother and son were in the sa body. Her heart beat so fast, and the baby was certainly not very well.
Therefore, Han Muzi can only suppress those feelings of uneasiness and fear, and think more about the beautiful things and ideas that belong to now.
Gradually, Han Muzi's breathing beca stable. Her clothes were wet and could not be worn any more. She had to get up and take a new dress from the wardrobe.
There was no sound in the room.
Han Muzi rembered that she was sleeping in the living room. Because she ate a little too much at noon, she didn't want to go to bed imdiately, so when she ca back, she held the remote control in the living room to watch TV.
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