The Rebirth of the National Goddess

How old is older?

ten years old? Twenty years old?

Mo Zhixuan said while driving, "Slightly older than you." His face seemed calm, but his fingers holding the steering wheel tightened unconsciously.

Before being together with Zheng Chuyi, it was purely a family bond, so he had no experience in dating. He didn't know what kind of man a little girl like her liked, and he couldn't understand the little girl's mind. The man who was strategizing in the mall lost his footing for the first time.

Chu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, "I'm only eighteen years old."

Mo Zhixuan pretended not to understand, and rubbed her head with one hand, "Huh?"

Chu Jin glanced at him, eyes flickering with the afterglow of the setting sun, "Are you so young?" A little older! Who believes it?

It's almost a few decades older.

At the red light ahead, Mo Zhixuan stopped the car, turned his head to look at her, his eyes darkened

Seeing that he didn't want to reveal his age, Chu Jin didn't continue the topic, but closed his eyes slightly, and leaned on the back of the chair with closed eyes to rest his mind.

The speed of the car was very fast, and we arrived at the hotel in a short while.

As soon as the two entered the suite, Mo Zhixuan answered the phone, explained a few words to Chu Jin, and hurried out the door.

There must be something important waiting for him to deal with.

Until the evening, Mo Zhixuan didn't come back, because the college entrance examination will be held tomorrow, so Chu Jin was not waiting for him, but went back to bed directly after taking a shower.

On the branch of the moon, the girl lying on the bed had already fallen asleep. Chu Jin slept so deeply that she didn't feel it even though the big soft bed was sinking.

Chu Jin froze for a moment, then freed a hand to turn on the bedside lamp, the faint light shone on the man, casting a shadow on her face.

Chu Jin reached out and pushed him, "Mo Zhixuan, are you drunk?"

The man's chest was like a city wall, but she couldn't shake him with all her strength.

"I didn't drink."

It's all like this, and you said you didn't drink?

On the scene, Mo Zhixuan sighed, hugged her tightly, and closed his eyes with tiredness, and after a while, he let out even breathing.

Finally fell asleep?

Chu Jin slowly opened his eyes, saw the man's sleeping face, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment just now, she was really afraid that she would just explain it here.

Drunk men are horrible!

You can't fight but you can't run and you can't lose. Fortunately, the strength of alcohol comes and goes quickly.

I don't know how long it took, but Chu Jin couldn't resist the tiredness after all, and fell into a deep sleep.

This night, some people sleep well, while others don't.

the next morning.

When Chu Jin woke up, Mo Zhixuan beside him was no longer there, but there was a vague and mellow smell of wine on the quilt.

She looked at the ceiling, all the scenes of last night appeared in front of her eyes, her ears were slightly red, it took a long time for her to recover from her thoughts, she quickly got out of bed, locked the door, changed her clothes in a hurry, and washed up , before heading out the door.

In the living room, Mo Zhixuan sat on the sofa with his long legs folded and read a newspaper, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he was wearing a white shirt. The delicate cufflinks reflected a cold light under the light, although there was nothing superfluous on his stern face. The facial expression gave people a feeling of not being angry or arrogant.

Seeing his calm appearance like Mount Tai, inexplicably, the scene of last night appeared in Chu Jin's mind.

If it weren't for personal experience, who would believe that this unsmiling, abstinent and calm man would say such words?