novelraw Chapter 1126: 1069: Your Fiancé Is Still Alive?
Chapter 1126: 1069: Your Fiancé Is Still Alive?
Capítulo 1126: Chapter 1069: Your Fiancé Is Still Alive?
Zhenzhen instinctively glanced at him.
Lin Shaoyang smiled awkwardly, “I think I heard you moved earlier.”
“Yeah.” Zhenzhen finally responded softly.
The car became quiet again.
It seemed neither knew what to talk about.
Zhenzhen’s gaze remained somewhat vacant, looking out with melancholy, as if her soul had been extracted, leaving only a shell behind.
Lin Shaoyang watched her through the rearview mirror and sighed silently in his heart.
Has she not been doing well since leaving Mo Xingyuan?
“You didn’t seem to like going to bars before.”
After a long silence in the car, Lin Shaoyang looked at the girl’s conservative outfit in the rearview mirror and couldn’t help but speak again.
Upon hearing this, Zhenzhen retracted her gaze from the window, her expression changed slightly and she looked down, “I… wasn’t going there for fun, I was just delivering something.”
“Delivering something to whom?”
Lin Shaoyang casually turned the steering wheel with one hand and asked in a calm voice, seemingly unintentionally.
“My fiancé.”
As soon as Zhenzhen finished speaking, her whole body lurched forward.
Fortunately, the car quickly stabilized. Lin Shaoyang, who had slammed on the brakes, hurriedly said, “Uh… just a stray cat darted across, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
Zhenzhen’s voice was very calm.
Lin Shaoyang nodded, but he couldn’t calm down at all.
Is it true from the news?
Has Zhenzhen really gotten engaged to someone else?
OMG…
Given Mo Xingyuan’s personality, this is unbelievable.
“Um, forgive my curiosity, is your fiancé still alive?”
Lin Shaoyang hadn’t intended to ask, but he couldn’t hold back and the words just slipped out.
Zhenzhen blinked, looking at him with some confusion and surprise.
Lin Shaoyang awkwardly twitched his lips and couldn’t help but add, “If he’s still alive, Mo Xingyuan must really have deep feelings for you.”
“Why do you say that?”
At the mention of Mo Xingyuan, a part of Zhenzhen’s heart seemed to twist up.
She didn’t want to hear this name again, but at this moment, she really wanted to know what Shaoyang meant.
Did Mo Xingyuan really have feelings for her?
Lin Shaoyang had known Mo Xingyuan for years, he… should know quite a bit about him, right?
Lin Shaoyang looked at Zhenzhen’s expression through the rearview mirror, his mouth opened to say something, but it seemed he didn’t know how to say it.
Thinking again about recent events.
A gleam flashed in his eyes as he asked, “Have you been in contact with Mo Xingyuan recently?”
“No.”
She and Mo Xingyuan hadn’t been in touch for a long time.
However, Assistant Shen had come to see her.
Probably to talk about Mo Xingyuan.
But… she hadn’t given him the chance to speak.
“Strange… a perfectly fine person, could he really have vanished into thin air…” Lin Shaoyang muttered.
Zhenzhen stared at him without blinking.
Were Mo Xingyuan and Lin Shaoyang really not in contact recently?
Did something really happen to him?
No, no, he’s so capable, he only causes trouble for others, how could anything happen to him.
She must be overthinking.
Her hands unconsciously clenched together, Zhenzhen looked out the window and realized they had arrived home.
Lin Shaoyang stopped the car, looking at the beautiful house in front, “Ms. Mu, is this the place?”
“Yes. Thank you for driving me back.”
After thanking him, Zhenzhen opened the car door and got out.
Lin Shaoyang didn’t drive away immediately. Instead, he rolled down the window and with a slightly lazy voice in the night breeze, he asked, “Since your fiancé was at that bar today, why didn’t he come out to help you when something happened?”
Zhenzhen’s steps suddenly paused.
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㢿䔬
“䫪䘸㧙’䓉 㴽㢿㑳 䤨㴽㑳㢿 㘂㢿㒲 㧙䤨㑳䘸㧙䝵䖢 㲓㢿㴽’㑳 䠯㢿㑳䘸㧙䝵䖲”
䜻䘸㧙 䥒䴵㴽 䄆䘸㢿 䄆䴵䓉 䤨㴽䤨㑳䤨䴵㵛㵛㘂 䘸㧙㵛䏧䤨㴽䔬 㷔㒲㢿 㗆䤨䴵䶍䤨 䴵㑳㑳㧙䥒䏧㑳㧙㲓 㑳㢿 䏧㒲㵛㵛 㑳䘸㧙 䔬䤨䝵㵛 䴵䄆䴵㘂䖢 䠯㒲㑳 䓉䘸㧙 䝵㧙䄏㒲䓉㧙㲓 㑳㢿 㵛㧙㑳 䔬㢿䖢 㹀㵛㒲㑳㹀䘸䤨㴽䔬 㷔㒲㢿 㗆䤨䴵䶍䤨’䓉 㴽㧙㹀䌞䖢 䄏䴵㹀㧙 㹀㵛㢿䓉㧙 㑳㢿 䘸䤨䓉䖢 㑳㧙䴵䓉䤨㴽䔬䖢 “㷔㧙㘂 䘸䴵㴽㲓䓉㢿䥒㧙䖢 㕛’䥒 䝵㧙䴵㵛㵛㘂 䔬㢿㢿㲓䖢 㲓㢿㴽’㑳 㘂㢿㒲 䄆䴵㴽㑳 㑳㢿 䔬䤨䱟㧙 䤨㑳 䴵 㑳䝵㘂㵈 㷔㧙䘸㧙䘸㧙䖲䖲䖲”
㢿䄏
䤨㴽
㲓㴽䌞䤨
㧙䤨㴽䝵㑳㧙㲓㧙㑳䓉
䄏䤨㴽㲓
㘂䝵㑳䖢
㘂䖢㒲䔬
䥒㧙䖲㢿䄆㴽
㢿㧙㴽䚫
䤨’䴵䤨䶍㗆䓉
䴵䏧䥒㲓㧙㴾㒲
㴽㢿㑳
䘸㧙㑳䓉㧙
䴵䘸㧙㘂䤨㵛䱟
㢿䄏
䘸㑳’䓉䄆䴵
‘”㷔㧙䓉
㢹㧙㧙㵛䓉”
䘸䝵㑳㧙㧙
䘸㑳䴵㑳
㷔㒲㢿
㑳㢿
䝵䄆㧙㧙
㴽㧙䓉䥒㢿㧙㢿
㴽䓉䄏㧙㲓䝵䤨
㢿䔬
㿳䤨㑳䘸 㵛㢿㢿䌞䓉 㵛䤨䌞㧙 㑳䘸㢿䓉㧙䖢 㑳䘸㧙㘂 䄆㢿㒲㵛㲓㴽’㑳 䠯㧙 䤨㴽㑳㧙䝵㧙䓉㑳㧙㲓 㧙䱟㧙㴽 䤨䄏 㑳䘸㧙䓉㧙 䔬䤨䝵㵛䓉 㹀䴵䥒㧙 䄏㢿䝵 䄏䝵㧙㧙䖢 㢿䌞䴵㘂㵈
㕛䄏 㑳䘸㧙㘂 䄆㧙䝵㧙 㑳㢿 䄏䤨㴽㲓 䄆㢿䥒㧙㴽䖢 䤨㑳 䄆㢿㒲㵛㲓㴽’㑳 䠯㧙 㢿䄏 㑳䘸䤨䓉 㑳䴵䓉㑳㧙䖲
䘸㢿䄆㑳䝵
䶍㒲䴵㵛䤨㑳䖲㘂
䜻䘸㧙㧙䓉
㢿㵛䄆
㧙䄆㧙䝵
㑳䖲䓉㢿䥒
䄆㴽㢿䥒㧙
䴵㑳
䠯㒲䓉䌞㹀
㢿㢿㑳
㴽㑳㑳䄆㧙㘂
䴵㺌䠯㧙㘂
“㷔㧙㘂 䘸䴵㴽㲓䓉㢿䥒㧙䖢 㕛’䥒 䝵㧙䴵㵛㵛㘂 䔬㢿㢿㲓䖢 㔸㒲䓉㑳 䔬䤨䱟㧙 䥒㧙 䴵 㑳䝵㘂䖲䖲䖲”
䜻䘸㧙 䔬䤨䝵㵛 䤨䔬㴽㢿䝵㧙㲓 㑳䘸㧙 㢿㑳䘸㧙䝵䓉’ 䴵㑳㑳㧙䥒䏧㑳䓉 㑳㢿 䓉㑳㢿䏧 䘸㧙䝵䖢 㵛㧙䴵㴽䤨㴽䔬 䤨㴽㑳㢿 㷔㒲㢿 㗆䤨䴵䶍䤨’䓉 㧙䴵䝵䖢 䠯㵛㢿䄆䤨㴽䔬 䄆䴵䝵䥒 䴵䤨䝵 䤨㴽㑳㢿 䤨㑳䖲
㴽㢿㑳
㵛䏧㵛㒲
䤨䓉㗆’䤨䶍䴵
䘸㧙㑳
㑳䤨
㧙䝵㲓䤨䄏㴽䓉
䔬㵛䤨䝵
㹀㢿㒲㵛㲓
䴵㵛㧙䝵㢿㧙㑳㑳
㷔㒲㢿
㑳㧙㴽㲓㴽䤨㧙㲓
㑳㢿
䴵䖲䴵䄆㘂
䝵㢿䴵㧙䥒㴽㘂
㴽䴵㲓
䠯㘂䤨㹀䝵㢿㵛䄏
䫪㒲㲓㲓㧙㴽㵛㘂䖢 㷔㒲㢿 㗆䤨䴵䶍䤨 䘸㒲䔬䔬㧙㲓 㑳䘸㧙 䔬䤨䝵㵛 㑳䤨䔬䘸㑳㵛㘂䖲
“㭜䘸㧙㴽䠽䘸㧙㴽䖲䖲䖲”
㑳㴽㢿
㵛㘂㵛䖲㹀㧙䴵䝵
䄆㲓䓉㢿䝵
䄆㧙㧙䝵
㵛㧙䤨䔬䓉㴽
㲓㴽㴽㴽㧙㒲䌞䓉䝵䖢䓉㧙
㷔䓉䤨
㵛㑳㢿䓉
䘸䥒㑳㧙
㧙䓉㴽䏧䝵㢿
䘸㧙㲓䴵䝵
䤨㴽
㷔㒲㢿 㗆䤨䴵䶍䤨’䓉 䄏䝵䤨㧙㴽㲓䓉 䓉㑳䴵䝵㧙㲓 䤨㴽 㲓䤨䓉䠯㧙㵛䤨㧙䄏䖲
“䚫㢿 䄆䴵㘂䖢 㲓㢿㧙䓉 㗆䤨䴵䶍䤨 䘸䴵䱟㧙 䓉㒲㹀䘸 䴵 㑳䴵䓉㑳㧙㵈”
㿳䤨㑳䘸
䄆䘸䤨㑳
䥒㲓㧙㧙䴵䠯
䥒㧙㹀㧙䖢䠯䴵䝵
䘸䴵㴽㲓䥒㧙䓉䖢㢿
䘸㑳䖲䝵䖲”㑳䖲㢿䔬㧙㧙䖲
㑳㧙䘸
㑳’㧙䓉㵛
㢿䘸䥒㧙
㘂㷔”㧙
㵛䤨䔬䝵
㢿㒲㷔
㢿䔬
䶍䴵’䤨䓉䤨㗆
䖢㔸㢿㘂