Hidden Marriage Secret Love: President Mo’s Love ’til the End

Facts have proved that Donglei's work ability is still very good. He can get the personal contact information of an actor of Mu Rao's level, but the result is hard to describe.

Two o'clock in the morning.

gym.

Donglei yawned and looked at the two people fighting fiercely in the middle of the field. He pinched his eyebrows tiredly. Mu Rao's brain was filled with water, and the big boss's brain was also damaged.

Isn't it just to ask about Jiang Mo's whereabouts? Why is it necessary to compete with who is better? Especially since Mo Jingtian's concussion has not fully recovered, Donglei really can't understand it.

"I'll make you cheat! This punch is for Momo to teach you a lesson!" Mu Rao also practiced, and he was merciless in his attacks.

"This is a misunderstanding." Mo Jingtian ducked sideways.

"The whole Internet is full of news about you and Cheng Yunyi, and you actually told me about the misunderstanding!" Mu Rao vented all his suppressed anger on his fists. The attack in his hand was fierce and violent, and his punch directly grazed the corner of Mo Jingtian's mouth.

"You are also an artist. Can you believe what the media says that you don't know?" Mo Jingtian was still just defensive and did not dare to be cruel to him.

"As a man, it's your fault for letting the media report arbitrarily!" Mu Rao punched him in the abdomen, "Flies don't bite the eggs! If you really keep your distance from other women, and the media reports arbitrarily, It won’t be reported on you.”

Mo Jingtian only felt dizzy for a while, and his feet were floating, but he still maintained his balance and did not fall down. "This is a matter between Momo and I. I will explain it to her personally!"

His eyes were like a torch, and his deep eyes were staring at Mu Rao, like a cheetah waiting for its prey, and might attack at any time.

"Are you two okay? Don't look at what time it is. Don't you have to work tomorrow?" Donglei came over at the right time and stood next to Mo Jingtian.

"Beat me, where is Momo?" Mo Jingtian asked in a deep voice.

Mu Laoxiao said in a charming manner, "I'm sleepy."

Mo Jingtian suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his arm, "Where is he?"

Mu Rao frowned slightly. This man was really strong. He glanced at him from top to bottom, his eyes full of disgust, "Are you going to meet someone like this?"

Mo Jingtian didn't know why.

Donglei couldn't help but say, "It's better to wash up and tidy up before going."

Mo Jingtian walked towards the bathroom and stood in front of the sink. The man in the mirror was disheveled, his shirt was wrinkled, his chin was covered with light green stubble, his hair was a little messy from the fight just now, and his eyes were a little red. Bloodshot, the whole person looked very decadent.

Mo Jingtian helplessly held his forehead. He actually had such a day when he didn't pay attention to his image.

The club was very quiet in the early morning. Mo Jingtian felt helpless when he saw Professor Qin carrying a large medical kit.

"Why are you here?"

There was some disgust in his tone.

Qin Shu rolled his eyes at him, "You think I'm willing to come over? Do you know you have a concussion? Isn't it good for me to sleep at home at night?"

Donglei immediately advised, "If you don't want to pass out when you see someone tomorrow, you'd better hang on to the water. Don't think that you are made of iron."

Mu Rao came out of the shower and glanced at the man who occupied half of his lounge. He didn't feel guilty at all for abusing a person injured in a car accident, and he didn't have any intention of giving up the bed. He just turned off the lights and went to sleep.

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Xishan Villa is located in the mountain suburb of Anseong. It is a single-family house, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and has a quiet environment. Many wealthy people own properties here and come here to relax on their days off.

Mu Rao also has a villa here. He bought it for three years. He has come here only a handful of times. Then Jiang Mo comes to stay for a few days. The decoration and furnishings here are basically based on her preferences. .

The largest room in the villa is not a bedroom or a study, but is dedicated to the collection of various musical instruments, such as elegant pianos, violins, cellos, and popular drums, guitars, basses, and even some collection-level guzhengs, pipas, and yaoqins. , konghou.

But the things in this room are worth hundreds of millions.

Mu Rao collected these bit by bit. When Jiang Mo was in a good mood, she would come and stay for a few days. When she was in a bad mood, she would also come and stay for a few days.

It could be said that as long as Mu Rao didn't tell anyone, no one would be able to find Jiang Mo. Therefore, Jiang Mo felt relieved here. No one would find this place except Mu Rao.

Jiang Mo stayed up all night. After playing all the instruments in the room, he sat on the ground, holding the guitar, and kept plucking the strings with his fingers. The tense and rapid rhythm, the cool and noisy notes, like telling, Like a shout, it filled the whole room.

Although it is just a guitar, the catchy melody has huge magic power and can awaken the suppressed emotions in the heart, allowing people to break through the constraints and release all the emotions in their hearts.

The scene in the hospital kept replaying in her mind, and her ears were filled with the other party's mocking and contemptuous words and contemptuous eyes.

Mo Jingtian has a lover, but he doesn't make it public in order to protect her.

Then why did he marry himself?

Why should he be so gentle, considerate and protective of her?

Why do you say you like yourself?

Or is this all just a boring game for the rich, just entertainment for him to spice up his life?

There is no light in the dark room, darkness can cover everything,

Including tears and weakness.

They had lived together for more than half a year, and she knew nothing about him except that his name was Mo Jingtian and he ran Tianyu.

Friends who don’t know him have never heard him mention his parents or relatives.

Maybe, even his identity is fake.

Tears ran down her cheeks again, dry and dry in the cold night.

What is real?

Jiang Mo just kept playing the strings, tirelessly and without pain, and lost the ability to perceive the outside world.

It seems like the only way to offset the pain and sadness.

Mu Rao stood at the door of the room, listening to the melody that made everyone's blood boil. He looked at Jiang Mo with a look of surprise and appreciation that could not be concealed. He could guarantee that this kind of song would definitely shock the entire music circle once it was released.

In the entertainment industry, there are fewer and fewer people who are making music in a down-to-earth manner. It has been a long time since there has been any amazing work.

"Is this a new song you wrote? It's great!" Mu Rao strode up to Jiang Mo, excited.

Jiang Mo stopped plucking the strings and looked at Mu Rao who suddenly appeared. His expression was a little dull and he didn't react for a while.

"Get out of the way." Mo Jingtian pushed Mu Rao aside domineeringly, with a coldness radiating from his body.

He knelt down, held her wrist, looked at her scarred fingertips, and said in a gentle voice filled with distress, "Stop playing."

Only then did Mu Rao realize that the pads of her fingers were stained with blood, and several places on the guitar strings were stained red with blood, and anger rose in her heart.

"Are you crazy? It's just a man. What's so great about it? Three-legged toads are hard to find, and two-legged men are everywhere. Just tell me what you want, and I can find a bunch of them for you. !”

"Why are you so self-inflicted for such a scumbag? Your hands are for playing music. Can you cherish yourself?" Mu Rao scolded him.