Chapter 40: Not Allowed to Like Other Boys
"Every time I look into your eyes/I know I'm already beyond redemption/Falling in love with you/Falling in love with your tenderness/Your tenderness is a refusal of my pain/But it's an unknown story..."
A gentle and low voice came from the radio, with a few parts of intoxicating magic. It has to be said that Mo Zhi Luo sang this song to the right place, every sentence touched people's heartstrings.
I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, Mo Zhi Luo was indeed a superstar who shone brightly across half the sky. His presence lingered, and who knows, maybe next time I'll really run into him again...
"What's wrong, you like his song?" Kōshun raised an eyebrow lightly.
"He sings well." I said frankly.
At this time, Bai Junyan didn't know why he suddenly slammed on the brakes. I was startled and leaned forward, fortunately, I had my seatbelt fastened. I glared at him: "Do you want to scare me to death?"
Kaito gave me a sideways glance and said in an odd tone, "You have to remember, you're still my fiancée, don't go liking other guys."
"You——" I endured for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
I looked at him and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "You're just jealous, otherwise why do you always emphasize that I'm your fiancée!"
"Hmph! How could I possibly be jealous, or even jealous of you? You're thinking too much!" He raised the corner of his mouth, looking at me with a disdainful expression: "I just want to remind you, don't embarrass me, don't make me wear a green hat, it will affect the reputation of our Bai family."
"Don't worry! I'm not interested in anyone else, and I'd be more than happy to cancel our engagement right now!" I said, biting my lip.
He didn't pay attention to me anymore and drove very carefully.
The radio didn't turn off, and at this time, the host said mysteriously: "Guess who our guest will be this time?"
"That's right, it's our superstar - Mo Ziluo!"
I was just drinking water, and as soon as I heard his name, I choked! "Cough, cough..." I coughed painfully. Baek Jun-yeon reached out and patted my back lightly, asking with a strange expression, "Are you okay?"
I hastily shook my head.
After a spell of discomfort, I finally felt much better. Beruto Yoshihiko scolded with a cold face: "You're not young anymore, and you can get stuck drinking water, how can you be so careless?" My face turned bright red, and I lowered my head, silently listening to the radio.
The host was humorous and lively, making the atmosphere on site particularly active. Host: "The audience all want to know what type of girl you like, can you share with us?"
Mo Ziluo was silent for a while before finally speaking up: "She must have a kind heart. She may be willful, she may not take everything seriously, it may be hard to get close to her heart, and she may be the darling of many people. Everything about her, I can tolerate."
The host chuckled and said, "It seems that Mo Shao is a tolerant lover. So, have you met this type of girl before?"
Mo Ziluo just smiled lightly and didn't respond again.
The artist's response techniques must be superb, otherwise there will be loopholes and trouble will arise. The host was about to ask the second question, but at this time Bo Junyan turned off the recorder.
"There's nothing good to listen to." He muttered.
On the highway, we encountered a traffic jam. We were stuck in the middle section, Bai Junyan didn't show any impatience, he completely focused on what was in front of him, not saying a word. I was getting anxious from being stuck, especially in the cramped small space, with only me and Bai Junyan.
I took out my phone, and at that moment it rang. I looked at the screen, and my mouth twitched again - it was... Mo Zhi Luo. The phone kept ringing, and I hesitated about whether to hang up or not.
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