C2 She Doesn't Belong to You

After a long time, when the woman's back was about to disappear, Moo Jingyang's lips slightly curled up and his deep voice slowly echoed behind Hang Yunruo's back. "Hang Yunruo, I will give you time to think about it. You can choose between ten million and remarriage."

His voice was deep and his deep eyes kept staring at Hang Yunruo's back until Hang Yunruo's back completely disappeared. Only then did he turn around and leave.

Hang Yunruo's face was pale and she staggered back to the art exhibition. She was careless and almost fell down.

"Yunruo, are you alright?" A pair of strong hands quietly supported Hang Yunruo's arm.

Hang Yunruo raised her head and slightly held the corner of her mouth. She forced a smile and shook her head, "Senior brother, I am fine. I just feel a little uncomfortable. Just now the wind blew and my head hurt a little. I'll go rest at the back. Please take care of this place for me. "

"Okay, rest assured and go and rest. Do you want me to help you over?"

"No need." Hang Yunruo shook her head and walked slowly to the lounge behind the gallery with her arms crossed.

Faang Yongchen's eyes were deep and his lips were pursed. He looked at Hang Yunruo's face and felt that something had happened.

The next day.

The black Maserati stopped at the entrance of the gallery again. Moo Jingyang stepped out of the car with his long legs and long white fingers elegantly buttons on his suit. He walked into the gallery in high spirits but was stopped by a similarly tall and thin figure in front of him.

"Chairman Mu, is it? I am Faang Yongchen. " Hang Yunruo's senior brother, if it's convenient, let's talk. " Faang Yongchen's phoenix eyes slightly raised as he stood there with a powerful aura. In front of the noble and cold Moo Jingyang, he didn't lose out in the slightest.

Moo Jingyang's cold eyes slightly narrowed as he sized up the man in front of him. His thin lips curled up into a willful arc as he sneered. "Alright, what do you want to talk about?"

"This way please." Faang Yongchen raised his arm and politely invited Moo Jingyang to the lounge of the gallery.

In the lounge...

Moo Jingyang crossed his legs. His elegant and noble manner made people feel full of energy. He sat on the sofa with a cold and stern expression on his face and quietly listened to Faang Yongchen's words.

"Chairman Mu, I have heard about the matter from Yunruo. Since the movie" Shadow "infringed on Chairman Mu's rights, as Yunruo's senior brother, I am willing to apologize to Mr. Moo on her behalf and compensate for Mr. Moo's loss. I will compensate Chairman Mu for Yunruo's 10 million."

"You will compensate? No need." Moo Jingyang sneered. He dropped the teacup in his hand and stood up elegantly.

He finished the tea. He finished his words. It was time for him to leave.

When he reached the door, Moo Jingyang's tall figure suddenly turned around. He slightly tilted his head and looked at the stunned Faang Yongchen behind him. His thin lips curled up and his cold voice was loud and clear. It was overbearing and ruthless. "This is between Hang Yunruo and me. No one needs to interfere. Also, don't try to touch Hang Yunruo. She doesn't belong to you. "

"Chairman Mu, please stop..."

* Bang! * Before Faang Yongchen could finish his words, the door was flung open by Moo Jingyang.

Moo Jingyang went out of the lounge and searched for Hang Yunruo, but he did not see Hang Yunruo.

The phone suddenly rang. Moo Jingyang pressed the answer button with his slender fingers. His eyebrows suddenly tightened. He sneered, cut the phone off, and walked away slowly.

Hang Yunruo originally thought that the days after this would not be peaceful, but Faang Yongchen did not tell Hang Yunruo that he had seen Moo Jingyang.

So from Hang Yunruo's point of view, it was Moo Jingyang who fired the cannon and disappeared.

Hang Yunruo had always suspected that what happened before was just an illusion.

The art exhibition had been very successful, and the celebration had come as planned.

The champagne was opened with a bang.

"Cheers!"

The sound of wine glasses colliding could be heard continuously. Hang Yunruo's art exhibition was very successful.

Her dark and bright eyes swept across all the smiling faces as she tried her best to smile.

Although Hang Yunruo was afraid of Moo Jingyang asking for an infringement of rights in her heart, it was better that Moo Jingyang did not publicize the matter, so it did not have any effect on her art exhibition.

But with her understanding of Moo Jingyang, he was not someone who would let go of the matter so easily. If there was no news, it would be the worst news.

It was like the calm before a storm.

Behind the calm was actually the rolling sea of clouds. The dark clouds were not far away.

Thinking of this, Hang Yunruo's pupils shrank.

If she really thought of something, then something would come. Hang Yunruo vaguely saw a familiar figure walking towards her. Fear and uneasiness, but she tried her best to conceal it. Indeed, Moo Jingyang would not let this matter rest so easily.

Hang Yunruo clenched her fists tightly as she watched Moo Jingyang's tall and straight figure walk towards her step by step.

"Standing here alone and blowing the wind? Are you waiting for me?" A deep voice sounded in the night sky. Moo Jingyang walked to Hang Yunruo's side.

He raised his eyebrows slightly. His handsome face carried a trace of a rogue aura. He lowered his head and looked at the woman in front of him. His thin lips curled into a faint smile.

Hang Yunruo was startled and her expression was somewhat serious. She looked at Moo Jingyang vigilantly, "What are you doing here?"

"I am not coming. Won't you be disappointed with your celebration banquet? How can I not be there?" Moo Jingyang's thick skin was truly amazing.

Hang Yunruo furrowed her brows, and with a helpless expression, she took a step back in disgust. She said, "I didn't invite you. Please leave."

"Why do you look at me like that? If you don't like me, why are you painting me? " Women, why do you always say things you don't want to? " Moo Jingyang curled the corner of his mouth and leaned over to Hang Yunruo's side. He fixed his eyes on her. His dark and deep eyes carried some deep heat, as if he was talking about his long and lasting longing.