Quick travel: Bai Yueguang is targeted by the crazy male protagonist again

That night, Mo Sichen returned to the Mo family's old house.

The first thing he said when he saw Mo Yi was, "Mr. Mo, please tell Uncle Meng to take care of his daughter. Otherwise, what if something unexpected happens one day?"

"You...rebellious son" Mo Yi was so angry that he threw the tea set at hand and reached for the crutch several times to hit him.

Mo Sichen chuckled twice, put the crutch into his hand, his eyes were cold, "Look, you still want to hit me! It's a pity that you are old and weak, and you can't even use your strength."

Glancing at the woman standing next to her out of the corner of his eye, he said coldly: "Take care of him, don't let him die."

"Okay...Okay." The middle-aged woman replied with her head lowered, not even daring to look him in the eyes.

Mo Sichen stood up to leave, and the woman pretended to ask him, "Aren't you staying at home tonight?"

"Home?" Mo Sichen muttered the word, his penetrating gaze falling on the woman, "This is not my home."

He sneered and pressed every sentence, "If I stay, can you sleep peacefully? You're not afraid that I'll strangle you to death if you don't catch me!"

The woman was so frightened by him that tears flowed down her face. Unfortunately, unlike Mo Yi, he could share his heart with many people at the same time. His crocodile tears had already killed one person.

Back in the apartment, Ye Nanzhi had already fallen asleep with her hands and feet curled up, but her insecure posture pierced his heart like a needle.

Mo Sichen turned her over and pulled her into his arms. Ye Nanzhi opened his eyes in confusion.

"Go to sleep, Zhizhi."

Hearing the familiar voice, Ye Nanzhi habitually leaned into his arms.

See, his Zhizhi is still habitually dependent on him, so how can he let go.

Ye Nanzhi was woken up by a kiss early in the morning. Mo Sichen next to her licked her lips with a smile in her eyes, "Good morning, baby."

As if nothing had happened, Mo Sichen lifted her up from the bed and carried her to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

"I want to leave." Ye Nanzhi turned away to prevent herself from looking at him.

"Baby, don't you like it here?" Mo Sichen pretended to be dumbfounded, "We can go back together if we want. After all, the memories that belong to both of us are there."

"You obviously know that I..."

"What do you know? Baby." Mo Sichen pursed his thin lips tightly, and there was a hidden fire in his narrow eyes.

Ye Nanzhi met his eyes and he became angry again. Subconsciously, Ye Nanzhi wanted to tell him softly not to be angry.

But he is the male protagonist, and he is destined not to belong to him.

Mo Sichen caught the softness and hesitation towards him on her face, and gradually her eyes became firm. If she didn't do something...

"Zhizhi, you are the only one I have."

Mo Sichen suddenly lay on her shoulder, exposing his weakness without force, and felt the wetness on his shoulder through Ye Nanzhi's pajamas as thin as silk.

Mo Sichen cried, and his tears flowed down her shoulders and neck into the veins of her body, and the words stuck in her throat dissipated.

Mo Sichen did not let go of the sigh that came to his ears. The tear-stained face buried on Ye Nanzhi's shoulder and neck slowly smiled. He had won, but his Zhizhi was still too soft-hearted.

As a hunter, he will turn this into a sharp weapon and insert it into the chest of his prey so that his prey can no longer escape.

"Do you like it that much?"

After finishing a glass of wine, Yang Yuxuan looked puzzled at Mo Sichen, who was drinking to relieve his sorrow.

Under the colorful and blurry lights, Mo Sichen looked serious, "Yes, he will die if I leave her."

Yang Yuxuan had been among hundreds of flowers, but he had never been tempted. He laughed at Mo Sichen, "Tsk, tsk, then you're done."

Thinking of the way Mo Sichen held the woman in his arms at the restaurant, he realized that he didn't see the woman's face clearly that day.

He suddenly asked curiously: "Is it really that good-looking?"

Hearing this, Mo Sichen's cold eyes suddenly glanced at him.

"Damn it, don't look at me like that! I'm just curious about what the woman who can make you, Mo Sichen, look like, and I have no other thoughts."

After he finished speaking, Mo Sichen turned his eyes away and gave a low hum as an answer.

Seven years ago, Mo Sichen scanned the live broadcasts of the company's platforms to see what areas needed improvement, but he scanned them very quickly because the content of each anchor was the same.

"Well, dance? I can't!"

"Let's just talk!"

The new anchor on the screen was very embarrassed, but she couldn't stop the peach blossom smile on her face. At that time, it had only been a year since he took over the Nanyu Group. For some unknown reason, he clicked the follow button.

From then on, he would click into Ye Nanzhi's live broadcast room from time to time. When she saw others giving her gifts, she smiled and said thank you, and an inexplicable sour emotion called jealousy surged in her heart. Later, he became her The top brother in the live broadcast room.

"No, this is just my job. I won't meet with netizens in private."

On the screen, Ye Nanzhi smiled and refused the second list's request to meet. Gradually, there were fewer people in her live broadcast room, but Ye Nanzhi didn't care at all, as she said it was just her job.

When he woke up from the dream, Mo Sichen rushed into the bathroom to relieve his desires, and the object of his dream was Ye Nanzhi who appeared in front of him in various forms.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Yang Yuxuan glanced at Mo Sichen, who was drunk and unconscious on the table. He was about to ask someone to help him take a rest, but he suddenly said, "I'm not drunk. It's not like you don't know my drinking capacity. Send me back."

Also, Mo Sichen's drinking capacity has long been developed. Yang Yuxuan smiled and shook his head, why did he think he was drunk.

There were surveillance cameras everywhere in Longheng Apartment, and even the patrols were coming one after another. Yang Yuxuan couldn't help but asked, "Is it necessary to make such a big show of it?"

Mo Sichen hummed and put his hands on his shoulders to explain, "She wants to leave me."

Yang Yuxuan raised his eyebrows and joked, "Then let's change it!"

"It can't be changed." Mo Sichen said lightly.

The elevator door opened, and the sober person fell on his shoulder, urging him, "Let's go!"

He dared to drink so much just to pretend to be drunk. Yang Yuxuan shook his head speechlessly. Love is indeed the most terrible poison in the world. Fortunately, he was heartless and only played but did not love.

The bodyguard at the door was removed, and it was obviously a fingerprint lock. Yang Yuxuan quietly watched the performance of the person on his shoulder.

"Zhizhi, open the door, Zhizhi..."

After a while, when he heard the noise inside, Mo Sichen immediately became even more drunk.

When the door opened, the "drunkard" on his shoulder jumped on Ye Nanzhi.

Yang Yuxuan stared blankly at the person in Mo Sichen's arms who was wearing a nightgown. She frowned lightly, with snowy skin and red lips, her eyes stayed on him for a few seconds and fell on Mo Sichen.

"Thank you."

After saying this, she closed the door, and Yang Yuxuan's stiff back finally came over.

The rude words were completely dissipated the moment the door fell.

"Zhizhi..."

In the room, Mo Sichen chanted Ye Nanzhi's name repeatedly.