C4 Don't Pretend to be Dead Ah

From the moment Duanmu Yun stepped into the room, he had no idea how she had done it.

The floor was covered with snacks, sofas, and open doors. His clothes were scattered everywhere, and the floor was clean and tidy without any black dirt.

Ding! Ding! He paid special attention to the reminder. He opened his Weibo and saw the Nine Palace Parade scenery photos.

He opened the number. "Zhuang Zi, find out where she is."

Chu Lingfeng took out his phone and saw the message. His teeth twitched and his face was filled with resentment.

"If you have time to play, why don't you do my thing? Looks like you have changed your mind."

He dialed a number. "Find some people..."

Zhu Zhu's hands wrapped around his chest. "Lingfeng, you stay tonight."

Chu Lingfeng took her hands away in annoyance. He was especially regretful now. If he had not gone to the hotel with her to get a room that day, Mo Mi would not have seen him.

She was neither cold nor indifferent to him now and did not obediently give him money. He had to think of a way to make her change her mind.

In the noisy and explosive bar, two girls sat at the bar counter with a glass of soda in their hands.

"Mo Mi, why did you suddenly come to find me?"

"I just missed you." Mo Mi said with a smile.

In her previous life, she had been instigated by Chu Lingfeng to cut off all relations with Wang Miao and even became enemies with her. Later on, when they met again, it was a corpse. From then on, they were separated by Yin and Yang.

Occasionally, Wang Miao's parents found her and said that Wang Miao's death that night was very strange and even her clothes were untidy.

Wang Miao shook her arm. "Are you still with that poor brat Chu Lingfeng?"

"En, otherwise who else could I be with?" Mo Mi rested her head on her arm.

"Mo Mi, I never really understood. Your conditions are so good, why are you so loyal to him? What is so good about him? It is obvious that he is more interested in the money in your pocket." She said angrily.

If it had been in the past, they would definitely have started quarreling. But after seeing his real face, her heart was suddenly enlightened.

"I don't understand either."

However, she had thought that it would be too easy for him to break up with her like this. She wanted him to get lost again.

"What did you say? Louder." Wang Miao got closer to her.

"I said I'm a little tired and want to go back to the hotel." Mo Mi picked up her bag and walked out of the bar.

"Isn't the bar your favorite?" Wang Miao followed her footsteps.

Mo Mi sat on the chair and picked up the pillow. "There is nothing that you can't stop loving."

She opened her phone and saw Duanmu Yun's Weibo status. It was a clean floor, a lazy sofa, and a custom-made panda head closet. It looked familiar.

No, when did she pay attention to Duanmu Yun? She checked the latest login status. Damn, someone hacked her account.

She opened the contact record and saw a row of numbers that were not noted. Even so, she still found Duanmu Yun with a glance.

"You miss me?" The call connected, and his ruffian voice could be heard.

"Did you hack my Weibo?" Mo Mi said angrily.

"Not only that. "Duanmu Yun carried the shopping bag and walked under the orange street light.

"You, you entered my apartment?" No wonder she said the furniture looked familiar. She gritted her teeth.

Hm. He grunted and lost contact with her.

Then, she heard the sound of a fight and something fell to the ground. She shouted nervously, "Hey, Duanmu Yun, don't pretend to be dead."

Duanmu Yun pulled the corner of his shirt and picked up his phone. "I'll wait for you to come back." After saying that, he hung up.

He glanced at the person lying on the ground and said, "I want to see the person behind you."

"I'm right here." Chu Lingfeng walked out from the bushes.

Duanmu Yun wiped the blood on his forehead. "Let's work together!"

"Why do you think I will work with you?"

Mo Mi listened to him the most. Cooperating with him meant that she had to give some benefits to Duanmu Yun. He would not touch a losing business.

"You have a big appetite, but Mo Mi does not listen to you now. "The corner of Duanmu Yun's mouth rose coldly.

Chu Lingfeng's expression became very ugly. Mo Mi did not answer his call and did not take his matter to heart. Compared to before, she was indeed much colder.

If they broke up now, he would have nothing left. No, they could not just end it like this.

"How do we work together? Tell me." He looked arrogant.

Duanmu Yun's lips curled up. His index finger shook slightly, asking him to get closer. Chu Lingfeng was led by his nose and walked closer step by step.

Mo Mi returned to the room and frantically packed her luggage. Wang Miao bit her apple and walked to her side.

"Mi, didn't you say that you will stay with me for a few more days this time?"

"People like Chu Lingfeng can do anything. I am afraid that something will happen to my friend. Wang Miao, I have to go back first. I will come and find you another day."

Mo Mi patted her shoulder, picked up her luggage, and walked past her.

Wang Miao dug her ears and seriously suspected that she had heard something. Mo Mi actually said that Chu Lingfeng was not good.

She rushed back to the apartment, and as soon as she entered, she saw Duanmu Yun's legs on the table, his hand holding a cup of coffee as he savored it contentedly.

"Hello, are you alright?" Mo Mi took off her coat and threw it back.

Duanmu Yun looked up at her. "What can happen to me?"

Mo Mi saw that the bruise on his forehead was swollen and the bleeding had stopped forming scabs.

She said anxiously, "Did Chu Lingfeng do it?"

"Are you satisfied with the results of my labor?" Duanmu Yun held her hand and led her into the room.

The clothes were neatly hung in the closet, and the blanket was folded into tofu pieces. There was not a single stain on the mirror from beginning to end. The entire room was clean and tidy.

"Wow, it's really clean. You can change your profession to clean if you don't want to be a model in the future."

Mo Mi wiped the mahogany tabletop with her fingertips. Under the light, the tabletop was clean and shiny. She was successfully changed the topic.

Duanmu Yun put his arms around her waist, his eyes loving her. "I will live here from now on."

"I have no money. I am not your good master." Mo Mi rejected him immediately.

Duanmu Yun opened his wallet and touched the limited gold card with his finger. He could use it endlessly, but when he thought about it, he was just a model in her heart.

If he gave it to her, would it scare her? So he took out the least conspicuous business card from under his wallet and gave it to her.

"I'll support you."

Mo Mi sat on the sofa and relaxed her brows. She was in a good mood. It had been a long time since she had relaxed like this since she was reborn.

"Duanmu Yun, let me tell you again. It's impossible for us. The one I love is Chu Lingfeng. From the beginning to the end, it was only him."

She took a deep breath. Why did she feel so uncomfortable when she said it? Her heart felt like it had been thrown by a heavy object, and she could not breathe due to the pressure.

"Tomorrow is family day, family day."

At this moment, the itinerary timer in the house made a sound. She suddenly remembered that tomorrow was the date of the family gathering of the last family.

Mo Mi got up, "Did you hear that? Family day. I will bring Chu Lingfeng to attend and introduce him to everyone."

Yes, he replied indifferently.

Her red lips parted slightly, but there was nothing she wanted to say. She walked to the door and bent down to change her shoes.

"You rest here tonight. I'm going home." She picked up the car key and closed the door.