C3 I Didn't Invite You Please Leave

Hang Yunruo looked at him warily. His fiery gaze was no different from a hooligan in Hang Yunruo's eyes.

Hang Yunruo's expression suddenly tightened. Her pale white hands kept stroking her palm. Her brows were tightly locked as she looked at Moo Jingyang. She did not want to waste any time with him. She pursed her red lips and ordered him to leave. "Moo Jingyang, I did not invite you. Please leave! Leave this place immediately!"

Moo Jingyang raised his sharp eyebrows slightly and smiled coldly. There was a meaningful smile on his face. "Who said you did not invite me?"

His slender fingers took out the invitation letter from his pocket. Moo Jingyang raised his eyebrows and smiled deeply. He shook it in front of Hang Yunruo like a hoodlum, as if he was showing off something. He said in a loud and clear voice, "Invitation letter!"

His deep and magnetic voice was like a sudden clap of thunder, causing Hang Yunruo to be stunned.

She looked at the invitation letter in Moo Jingyang's hand and took a deep breath.

Hesitating, hesitating, in the end, she still stretched out her hand towards the paper and took the invitation letter from Moo Jingyang's hand.

Hang Yunruo opened the invitation letter. Every word on it became a dazzling and most ironic word in Hang Yunruo's eyes.

Anxiety, like ropes that grew longer and longer, kept wrapping around her, making her unable to breathe and unable to breathe.

When she saw the words on the invitation card, her clear eyes were filled with disbelief, and she was truly stunned for a moment. "A sponsor?!"

Hang Yunruo muttered these three words, as if she had been possessed.

"What happened?!" Faang Yongchen and the people at the celebration banquet did not see Hang Yunruo. They looked for her everywhere and finally saw Hang Yunruo and Moo Jingyang by the pool in the courtyard.

Thinking about what happened earlier, Faang Yongchen did not have a good impression of Moo Jingyang for no reason. When he saw Moo Jingyang standing beside Hang Yunruo, an inexplicable uneasiness rose in his heart.

Faang Yongchen rushed in front of Hang Yunruo with quick steps. When he passed by Moo Jingyang, his clean and elegant face was filled with vigilance and hostility.

His phoenix eyes slightly met Moo Jingyang's dark and deep eyes. In a split second, their eyes met. In their eyes, there were only three words written: Want to fight?!

However, in the end, they still didn't fight. Their eyes once again focused on the woman in front of them.

Faang Yongchen rushed to Hang Yunruo, his eyes full of concern, "Yunruo, are you alright?"

Hang Yunruo shook her head slightly and slowly handed the invitation letter to Faang Yongchen. Her big eyes were still filled with disbelief.

Faang Yongchen's slender fingers gently pinched the corner of the invitation letter and took the invitation letter from Hang Yunruo. His pupils shrank and his eyes were also filled with astonishment. He turned his head and looked at Moo Jingyang.

"What's going on?!" Faang Yongchen waved the invitation letter in his hand and asked Moo Jingyang word by word, "Why are you an anonymous sponsor of the art exhibition?"

Moo Jingyang's thin lips curved into a perfect arc, and his smile faded. His deep and charming voice carried a cold and domineering air. "As you see, as a great painter, you can't read?"

"You!!" Faang Yongchen was so angry that he stared at Moo Jingyang.

Moo Jingyang smiled and left a few words behind. He ignored Faang Yongchen and continued to look at Hang Yunruo. His dark eyes were focused on Hang Yunruo's eyes.

Hang Yunruo was still thinking about it. She could not figure it out. Moo Jingyang sponsored her art exhibition and accused her of infringing on her rights?! What was going on?!

Hang Yunruo's pitch-black eyes turned to Moo Jingyang. Her red lips parted slightly and she asked him word by word, "Why?!"

Hang Yunruo had always been very grateful to the anonymous investor who had secretly supported her for the past year.

And now this investor was actually the same person who pushed her into hell back then?!

Her so-called departure this year was just a play of deceiving herself. She had never gotten rid of Moo Jingyang's control. At least Moo Jingyang was secretly monitoring her every move.

An anonymous sponsor was the best proof.

Moo Jingyang knew where she was and what she was doing.

Hang Yunruo found it hard to accept this fact.

"Talk?" Moo Jingyang's thin lips parted slightly, and a perfect smile appeared on his lips. His black eyes stared at Hang Yunruo without blinking.

"Alright!" A faint word 'good' slowly fell.

She did want to talk to him and ask what Moo Jingyang meant.

"Yunruo." Faang Yongchen pulled Hang Yunruo, who was about to leave with Moo Jingyang alone, with a worried look on his face.

Letting Hang Yunruo and Moo Jingyang come into contact with each other alone made Faang Yongchen feel uneasy. This kind of uneasiness scared him and made him hesitate.

Hang Yunruo's fair and slender fingers pressed on Faang Yongchen's hand that was grabbing onto her arm. She shook her head slightly and her soft voice was faint. "I'm fine. Don't worry."

Moo Jingyang looked at the place where the two people's fingers were connected and sneered. A big palm with clear bones grabbed Hang Yunruo's hand and took her away as if there was no one else around.

The venue for the celebration party at the art exhibition was a rented villa.

Moo Jingyang and Hang Yunruo passed through the courtyard and hall to the room on the second floor.

Moo Jingyang's face was gloomy along the way. "Why did you touch that man's hand?"

Hang Yunruo shook Moo Jingyang's arm away and sneered. Her dark eyes stared at Moo Jingyang's clear face and sneered. "What does it have to do with you?"

Moo Jingyang's handsome eyebrows were slightly knitted. His sexy thin lips were pressed together in a straight line. His deep voice was filled with suppressed anger, "Okay, now it has nothing to do with me."

"It's none of your business from now on!" Hang Yunruo's voice was cold, as if she did not care about him at all.

Moo Jingyang was so angry that he laughed instead. His thin lips curled up slightly, "That may not be the case."

Hang Yunruo rolled her eyes at Moo Jingyang and questioned, "Can you say it now? Why did you sponsor me, and why did you sponsor me and sue me?"

"Do you want to know?" Moo Jingyang laughed in a low voice. His anger completely dissipated, and his eyebrows curved.

His deep and magnetic voice was bewitching. He took a step forward with his long legs and approached Hang Yunruo step by step.

Hang Yunruo stepped back one step at a time, her hind legs pressing against the sofa leg. Hang Yunruo, who had nowhere to retreat, fell into the sofa.

His large palm supported the sofa, firmly wrapping Hang Yunruo on the sofa.

Moo Jingyang's handsome face was always wearing a faint smile. His tall and tall body went against the light and cast a layer of shadow on Hang Yunruo's body.

Hang Yunruo frowned slightly and turned her head away from the man in front of her, "If you have something to say, say it."

Moo Jingyang curled his lips and his laughter carried a hint of ridicule. "I feel that the posture is a bit special. It is more convenient for us to talk, and it will also be easier for us to communicate with each other."

Hang Yunruo's eyes suddenly widened. She cast a sidelong glance at the man in front of her who was looking down on her and scolded him. "Pervert!!"