C4 It Was You Who Took It

The moment the door closed, there was a loud bang. Yu Mo's heart skipped a beat as she subconsciously raised her head to look at Lee Muqi, who was not far away.

When he walked in front of her, looking down at her, Yu Mo was so nervous that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Lowering his head to look at the panic in the woman's eyes, Lee Muqi slightly raised his eyebrows and let out a slightly hoarse chuckle. "Ah …"

The two of them stood too close to each other. The warm breath landed on Yu Mo's face, bringing with it the smell of tobacco. Immediately, a thin layer of rice grains covered her skin, and Yu Mo instinctively took a step back.

Lee Muqi took another step forward, "Are you afraid?"

Yu Mo bit her lip as she looked away, a little lacking in confidence. "No, I don't."

Her white, alluring fingers hooked onto her sharp chin as she turned her head forcefully towards Yu Mo's face. Her thumb slightly exerted some force to free her lips from the pallor from her bite. She said in a low voice, "Then watch me speak."

Subconsciously, Yu Mo wanted to bite her lips again, but her chin was gripped by the man, causing her to fail. She met his beautiful eyes and smiled slowly. "Senior, what do you want me to say?"

"Mm, what did you say …" Lee Muqi seemed to really think about it. His thumb subconsciously stroked Yu Mo's smooth chin as he said, "What do you have to say to me?"

Trying to ignore the gesture of the man's fingers, Yu Mo asked with a smile, "Can I take that painting back?"

"No." The man didn't even want to refuse.

Yu Mo frowned. "Why?"

"Give me a reason." he suddenly whispered.

Yu Mo's heart ached. "This painting is mine. I want it back, is that not okay?"

"Yours?" Lee Muqi also smiled. His black eyes sparkled as he glanced at Yu Mo. He suddenly wrapped his arm around Yu Mo's waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Yu Mo was caught off guard and cried out in alarm. The man's cold aura instantly invaded her. Yu Mo panicked and blurted out, "Lee Muqi, what are you doing?"

Lee Muqi's movements paused as he lowered his head to look at the terrified woman in his arms and ridiculed, "Oh? "Why aren't you calling me senior anymore?"

Yu Mo's face heated up as she pressed both hands against his chest, trying to push him away from the shackles.

Lee Muqi held her and walked to the desk. He stretched out his long arm and flipped over the design script on the table. He pointed at the small words that did not count as neat on the bottom right corner on the back and asked, "Look at what this is?"

Yu Mo's face turned pale. She had already realized it when Lee Muqi flipped it over. She didn't even need to look to know what was written on it because she had written that line herself.

On April 27, 2009, Yu Mo gave a gift to Lee Muqi.

Seeing Yu Mo's reaction, Lee Muqi knew she remembered. He held her against the desk with a cold smile, "It seems you still remember, Yu Mo. This painting is not yours, but …" Mine. "

"You took it."

Yu Mo's words weighed heavily on her heart. Yes, when she had left, the only thing she had taken with her was this painting. It was the thing that remained of her young love.

She remembered how he had put his arm around her eyes and laughed at her, saying, You know, this necklace is not yours after all.

Yu Mo was starting to feel dizzy again. After a while, she closed her eyes and smiled. "If I tell you that I went back on my word, can you give it back to me?"

Perhaps it was because of Yu Mo's casual smile that annoyed him, but his voice was tainted with anger: "Woman, have you never heard of the phrase 'overturning water can't be taken in'?"