C10 How Can You Explain That

Mi Na carried the bowl forward, her face filled with anticipation and excitement. Duanmu Yun did not know why, but he smiled awkwardly beside her.

Mo Mi glared at her fiercely. She thought it was to buy groceries for promotions and even bought one for free.

She did not receive the signal at all. Her eyes lit up as she looked at the pot of soup in front of him. Her eyes curved into a smile and she did not treat herself as a customer at all.

"Handsome, can you get me a bowl of soup? I can't get enough."

Duanmu Yun looked at the bowl of soup beside her hand and then looked at the rice bowl in her hand. This...

Mi Na handed the bowl in her hand to him. "You can do it here."

Mo Mi picked up the drumstick and placed it in her bowl. "Mi Na, you have worked hard. Eat more."

Mi Na pouted and whispered, "How can I eat drumsticks in front of handsome men? How rude."

Her beautiful image might be ruined by a drumstick. If it was because of this, what would happen if the handsome man did not like her?

Mo Mi rolled her eyes at her. Her chopsticks reached into her bowl and picked up the big chicken leg.

She ate this chicken drumstick. Anyway, she was not afraid of losing face. What was more embarrassing than last night?

Thinking of this, she could not help but blush. Her eyes were like a thief as she carefully looked at him.

"Last night..." Duanmu Yun suddenly stopped eating.

Cough. Mo Mi opened her mouth wide and pointed inside, jumping anxiously.

Mi Na also became anxious when she saw it. "Ancestor, you didn't choke on chicken bones, did you? Quick, spit it out."

Duanmu Yun pushed her away, one hand holding Mo Mi's body, the other feeding her vinegar.

Mo Mi struggled a few times and roared angrily, "Duanmu Yun, I think you did it intentionally. It's so sour."

Mi Na hugged her excitedly, "Ancestor, you can speak now."

She rubbed her neck and seemed to feel much more comfortable. She glared at Duanmu Yun, who asked him to mention last night.

Duanmu Yun obediently sat back on the chair. Why was it that in the end, he was the one who was wrong?

He wanted to say that nothing happened last night, but seeing that she was so disgusted, he decided not to say anymore.

Mi Na looked at her and then looked at him. She felt that there was something fishy about these two people, but her ancestor and Chu Lingfeng were unclear. Now, they were standing on two different boats.

After eating, they sat on the chairs. Duanmu Yun cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks and stared at the dishwasher in the kitchen.

Mi Na asked softly, "Ancestor, which one do you like?"

"Are you full? I..."

Both of them didn't like it, and she couldn't like it either. She was born for hatred, so how could she have the right to love?

"Ancestor, I feel that Chu Lingfeng isn't too serious about you. Why don't you consider him?" Mi Na looked at the kitchen.

Her lips parted to reveal a smile that was not very pleasant to look at. Everyone could see that he was not sincere, but why was she so stupid? She only believed that he was sincere.

"Go and prepare for the live broadcast and then send the time to my phone."

Right now, she only wanted to work hard to wash away these messy thoughts.

Mi Na picked up the bag. "Okay. I wish you guys well. Have a good time."

Mo Mi picked up the pillow and placed it in her arms. What was Mi Na thinking about? How could she have any relationship with Duanmu Yun?

In the afternoon, Mi Na connected to the video and confirmed that the first live broadcast was at his house.

She tilted her head to look at Duanmu Yun, who was in the study, communicating with the people on the computer in English.

She knocked on the door politely and waved at him. Duanmu Yun cut off the video and looked at her.

He crossed his hands on the table and thought about the content of his meeting. Could it be that she understood everything?

But she was clearly video chatting with Mi Na. He... actually forgot to close the door. At this time, he was very nervous.

Habit, this thing was really scary. He was used to not hiding anything from her and getting along with her, but now he had to hide it from her in the end.

Mo Mi sat on the sofa, "I want to broadcast here. If you have nothing to do tomorrow, don't appear here."

"Yes!" He suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

She saw that he agreed so readily, so she walked out of the study to practice tomorrow's music.

Mi Na set up her phone and looked at her. Her fingers gestured for the song to start broadcasting.

"Hello, this is my honey. This is my first live broadcast. If you don't do well, please show mercy."

Mo Mi's fingertips touched the black and white keys and flowed smoothly. She looked out the window and saw that this song was her favorite piano piece.

She once stood at the top and played this song under the eyes of the public. She told the whole world that she was living a happy life.

She resisted all kinds of voices in the world. They thought Chu Lingfeng was not worthy. She insisted on revealing the meaning of his existence in public.

She originally thought that she could really obtain happiness by blocking the mouths of the crowd, but she did not think that she was a fool.

Now, she existed in a seemingly real dream, continuing to hold onto the false happiness, but she no longer wanted to be a fool.

The musical notes were coming to an end, her outstanding finishing touches. Mi Na looked at the gifts and walked up, excited like a two hundred jin fatty, unable to move.

The corner of Mo Mi's mouth had a faint smile, "My honey still has things to do. We will meet at the same time tomorrow."

Closing the live broadcast, she directly collapsed on the sofa. She was still not used to this kind of appearance.

"Ancestor, it is now the climax of the gift show. You should chat more with the audience." Mi Na had a look of pity.

Mo Mi took out a bottle of water from the fridge and took a sip. She leaned against the wall and said, "I am not used to it."

"No worries, ancestor. I will accompany you. Take your time." Mi Na opened her arms and hugged.

Her pink lips split open and there was a smile on her face. The nervous mood just now had eased up a lot.

Chu Lingfeng returned to the rented house and saw Zhu Zhu wearing silk pajamas and live streaming. He deliberately avoided entering the room.

A hot search video suddenly popped up on the live broadcast page. She subconsciously opened it and a familiar piano piece sounded in the room.

He immediately walked out and recognized the person in the video at a glance. The person playing the piano was Mo Mi. She was elegant, noble, and her entire body emitted a dazzling light.

Zhu Zhu saw his gaze and did not blink. She felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

She closed the live broadcast and wrapped her hands around him. "Lingfeng, why did you come back so late today? Did you go to find Mo Mi?"

"No!"

The image of Mo Mi playing the piano flashed in Chu Lingfeng's mind. That kind of temperament was not something this woman in front of him could compare with.

"She is in the south city apartment. The renovation looks like a man's. You really did not live with her?"

Zhu Zhu's tone was sour. Her hands were tightly locked and she did not let go no matter what she said.

Chu Lingfeng stopped pulling her arms apart. "What did you say? She is in the south city apartment!"

"Yeah, you don't know?" Zhu Zhu looked at him doubtfully.

She opened the video and enlarged the picture by her window. There was a picture of South City Supermarket, with four big promotional words.

Chu Lingfeng's expression was very ugly. He broke free of her hand and walked into the room. He locked the door behind him.

"Mo Mi, where are you now?"

"I'm on vacation outside. What's wrong?" Mo Mi asked curiously.

"You are in the south city apartment. How do you explain it?"

At this time, his tone was more like a husband interrogating his wife who had cheated on him. It was unreasonable and reasonable.

"There is nothing to explain. What about you, living with Zhu Zhu, how do you explain?"

Cold mist filled her entire body. The words that slowly came out of her mouth were cold.