“I went to many CD stores and didn’t buy them.”

Holding the collector's version of the CD, Mo Xiran's expression on his face was so happy and cherished.

Lin Qinghang looked at her and whispered: "Now few people will listen to CDs, right? Are you young and you still like it?"

"I," Mo Xiran smiled shyly, "I prefer the things I used to do."

"Well, you are very special." Lin Qinghang stood up and walked over, took the cd from Mo Xiran's hand, "Do you want to listen?"

"Now?"

"Otherwise."

There are 9 songs in the collector's edition, all of which are works that Lin Qinghang personally is more satisfied with, and three are composed by him.

Although Lin Qinghang is mainly acting now, he was a veritable popular music prince 6 years ago.

The talent at that time was beyond the reach of many people and jealous.

Song after song, Mo Xiran was intoxicated in the world of music and gradually forgot time.

"Well, Mr. Lin, can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

“Why don’t you keep singing?”

After Mo Xiran asked, Lin Qinghang's face changed.

Realizing that he might have asked something he shouldn't have asked, Mo Xiran quickly said, "That, I'm just asking casually, you can do it without answering."

With a bitter smile, Lin Qinghang said lightly: "It's nothing, it's just that my throat is broken and I can't sing anymore."

Jealousy from the same industry, someone put medicine in the water he drank.

It's okay for people, but this good voice is useless after all.

At that time, fortunately, Zhou Xian accompanied him and encouraged him.

This good brother, Lin Qinghang will recognize him for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this, his eyes when he looked at Mo Xiran became complicated.

Mo Xiran didn't know what his eyes meant, and only heard a rapid doorbell sound mixed with the sound of smashing the door.

That sound was enough to show the mania of the outsider.

Here comes.

With his lips curled, Lin Qinghang Youran stood up, glanced at the clock, and said to Mo Xiran: "With a guest, I don't mind if I open the door."

"Ah? Of course, of course."

After Mo Xiran finished speaking, Lin Qinghang walked towards the gate.

From the cat's eyes, it was him.

He reached out and opened the door.

Almost the moment the door opened, a force hit him.

A sudden pain in my shoulders.

Lin Qinghang bumped into the wall, and a gust of wind swept across his face.

When he saw Zhou Yanchen, Mo Xiran was still confused.

My head was blank, and I couldn't even think about why he appeared here.

Her wrist was tightly held tightly, and she frowned and saw his phoenix eyes gloomy.

What's wrong?

he?

"Achen, why are you here?"

"Cell phone!" Zhou Yanchen's eyes were scarlet and he roared coldly.

Mo Xiran was startled and had a cold war.

After scanning her phoenix eyes, she found the shoulder bag she placed on the sofa.

He took it over with his hands and Zhou Yanchen poured out all the things inside.

"Achen..." Mo Xiran was shocked and held his arm in confusion, "What are you doing?"

No.

No cell phone.

Zhou Yanchen looked at Mo Xiran again, "Where is the phone?"

"Mobile phone?" He murmured repeatedly, Mo Xiran looked at the thing that was poured out by Zhou Yanchen, "Where is my phone?"

The phone is gone!

Oh!

With a sneer, Zhou Yanchen raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows.

fortunately.

Fortunately, she is fine.

It's fine if it's okay.

"Mr. Zhou, what's going on?"

Behind him, Lin Qinghang walked over.

He covered his shoulders with one hand, and it was obvious that Zhou Yanchen's punch just now was not light.

"I should ask you this." Turning around, Zhou Yanchen looked at Lin Qinghang.

That glance made Lin Qinghang, a man, unable to help but feel frightened.

"What does it mean? Mr. Zhou."

"Achen, what's wrong?" Mo Xiran frowned and asked in a low voice. After asking, she suddenly thought of something.

This time? Shouldn’t he attend the negotiation meeting at Zhou’s time?

"Achen! Meeting! Where is the meeting?"

What kind of meeting is still in mind at this time!

With a glaring at her, Zhou Yanchen bent over and stuffed her scattered things into her bag and pulled her towards the door.

After passing Lin Qinghang's side, Zhou Yanchen whispered four words: "You can do it yourself!"

Lin Qinghang always kept a smile on his face until they left that the smile slowly cooled down.

Walking towards the sofa, he took out the cell phone from his coat and dialed Zhou Xian's phone number.

"The person is gone."

"Thank you."

"You are so kind to me, but I don't seem to be planning to give up when I see Zhou Yanchen's appearance. Are you sure you are sure?"

"Qinghang, I never do things that I am unsure of."

"Well, I'll fly to Italy in the afternoon. There's a shooting there, which will take about a month. I hope I'll come back and your dreams come true."

"Okay, it will."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Xian held the phone and turned his gaze outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The world seen from this is different from the President's Office.

Soon, he will stand there.

...

"Achen, Achen, what's wrong?"

After being stuffed into the car by Zhou Yanchen, Mo Xiran asked, when the person leaned over was tightly held in his arms.

After being stunned, she became even more confused, "Achen, what happened?"

It took a long time before Zhou Yanchen let her go.

Holding Mo Xiran's shoulder, he asked in a deep voice: "How could you go to Lin Qinghang's house?"

"Me? I met him on the road. He said he had a collector's version of the CD and asked me to get it at his house."

"Where is the cell phone? Why is your cell phone missing?"

Speaking of this, Mo Xiran also looked depressed, "I don't know, why didn't you see me? I obviously called in the morning."

Suddenly, an idea flashed through.

Mo Xiran widened her eyes and bit her lip and looked at Zhou Yanchen, "When I came out in the morning, a motorcycle rider hit me. Will it be..."
To be continued...