Live Broadcast: I Am The Master Of Flirting!

"What date?" Tong Weiwei asked.

Song Yao smiled, without hiding anything from her, and answered frankly: "My fiancé."

"Are you engaged?" Tong Weiwei frowned: "How old are you?"

Song Yao nodded: "Well, I'm almost 18 years old, so I should consider getting married.

She smiled gently: "It's getting late, I'll leave first."

After Song Yao said that, she picked up her bag and turned around to leave.

As soon as she took a step, her body suddenly jumped into the air.

The next second, she fell into a broad and familiar embrace.

Ling Mochen's deep magnetic voice sounded: "I'll give it to you."

His hold on Song Yao's slender waist deepened a bit, he lowered his head and said to Song Yao: "Let's go.

Tong Weiwei stared at his back blankly, her legs seemed to be filled with lead and she couldn't move.

Gu Yunqing noticed something was wrong, she raised her hand and pulled Tong Weiwei: "Weiwei..."

Tong Weiwei came back to her senses and glanced at her. She gritted her teeth, angrily threw away Gu Yunqing's hand and followed Ling Mochen.

Song Yao was surprised by Ling Mochen's initiative. She raised her lips in surprise and waved her hand at the woman behind her.

She curled her lips and followed.

The two got into the car one after another.

Song Yao sat in the back seat and glanced at the man driving in front of her.

Ling Mochen concentrated on driving the car, and his slender fingers were playing with a pen in the car.

He lowered his eyes and thought seriously about work.

A gust of cool wind blew by, ruffling the strands of hair on his forehead.

Song Yao stared at his outline for a long time.

She pursed her lips and spoke slowly: "Ling Mochen, I actually envy you. Although you have no money or power, everything you have is obtained by your hard work. Therefore, you can be as free and unrestrained as you want, no matter what you do. You will not be bound."

"Although I am lucky enough to meet you. However, I cannot be you and can only rely on others."

At the end of the sentence, Song Yao's voice was filled with tears.

Ling Mochen's body stiffened.

After a while, he turned his head, glanced at her, and lightly opened his thin lips: "Fool."

Song Yao sniffed: "I know you dislike me for being poor and are unwilling to marry a poor person like me with no status or background. I admit that I am not firm enough in this relationship. Even when you proposed to marry me, I I hesitated. I was afraid of losing, so I wanted to refuse. Because I was afraid of losing, I would rather compromise.

"But, I was wrong. Ling Mochen, I love you. From the moment you saved me, I knew I fell in love with you. In this life, I will never marry unless you."

"." I also want to understand that there is no woman in this world who can match you. "

A touch of warmth surged in Ling Mochen's heart, and a strong throbbing pierced his chest and spread into his limbs.

This kind of confession was something he had never enjoyed before.

However, he also clearly understood that he and she were destined to have an impossible ending.

There was a dark and complex look in his eyes.

He murmured: But..."

He wanted to say (very well), but he already had Weiwei.

He stayed with her just to help his parents.

At this time, Tong Jincheng was holding a wine glass and discussing business with foreign partners.

"President, do you think these clothes are suitable for you to wear?" the assistant put up the hangers and asked.

Tong Jincheng glanced at the clothes on the hanger, he nodded, satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Of course the clothes you chose suit me." He said in a clear voice. .