After Exchanging Shadows

Chapter 31

Nguyen Nightshade did not expect that Mo would be so careful. The tone of the commandment just said to her was still so gentle. Obviously, she cared about her. Happily, the bottom of her heart was only as soft as sugar melted. Her eyes stared straight at Mo.

She didn't say anything, but her eyes were like dripping water, and every drop was like a thousand words.

Her eyes slightly slipped away and she seemed a little uncomfortable, turning towards the elevator with a bandaged face.

Nguyen Nightingale grinned and hurried up and walked alongside Mo. She was delighted to walk in this already tired hotel aisle, but the scenery was everywhere.

“You care about me.” It was just the two of them in the elevator, Nguyen Nightingale said, laughing.

Min Mo really hasn't seen anything like this in his life. He couldn't help but cold-blooded: “Don't get me wrong. I'm afraid your hair hasn't dried up. I accidentally catch a cold and start a fever. If I burn my brain out, even if my body changes back, it's still my bad luck. ”

Nguyen Nightshang still said, "You care about me. ”

Mo: “...”

Are you listening or not?

She thought that Nguyen Nightshade would definitely come back choking like before, and had already prepared herself, according to her years of experience - the silent Nguyen Nightshade is not Nguyen Nightshade.

Nguyen Nightshank made a long, dry haircut in the second half and said softly: “Actually, I don't really want to fight you, so just think of me as a slut. If one day I won't fight you again, fine. ”

Her voice was as light as a breeze and her gaze seemed soft as a petal, as if the next moment the phrase had drifted away with the flowers in the wind and had never existed in this enclosed elevator.

The door of the elevator opened with a slight glimpse.

When the floor arrived, the two of them came out one after the other, "I'll wait here for you. ”

Nguyen Nightshang saw her say that, so she didn't invite her anymore. She said, "I'll be right back” and went back to her room to blow her hair.

Fearing that Mo would wait too long, Nguyen rushed out with his bag after finishing up. From afar, he saw Mo standing at the elevator door, poking a wooden pile next to Gu Qizong. The two were a little distant, a noble and cold, a sawdust gourd, neither of them were talking personalities, and I guess there was no communication, so I stood alone.

Nguyen Nightshang glanced at the ink and turned to Gu Qishong Dao: "Gu Qishong, are you looking for me? ”

Gu Qishongdao: “Xiao Mu, Mr. Lu heard that you asked Miss Nguyen to dinner at night, let me protect you. ”

Standing aside, Mo's face was shaded by lightning: “...”

Mo?

No one has ever called her that since she grew up, not to mention a bodyguard who didn't know where to kill her. Even now, her identity is replaced by Nguyen Nightingale, Nguyen Nightingale and this bodyguard are not that familiar.

"" Mr. Gu Qishong, what did you just call her? "she asked slowly. ”

“Xiao Mu.” Gu Qizong is a gavel that doesn't know how to read people's faces. At this moment, the IQ is out of power, the emotion is in arrears, and he answers positively.

Nguyen Nightshank hurriedly pulled the mule aside and whispered: “I jokingly called him that once before. I didn't expect him to take it seriously, and I don't think I can change it. ”

“Tell me honestly, how many pits have you dug for me?” Mo Dao.

“It wasn't much, it was a joke at the time. I didn't know he was so serious, it would all be serious, and it won't happen again.” Nguyen clasped her lips and her head was slightly lower, lifting only one pair of eyes and looking carefully at her. In the past, the ink rubbed lips were fairly elegant. Now, the lip tone used by Nguyen Nightshade will be relatively mellow. When the lips are rubbed, it brings a slight bite of moisture, which is even more pathetic.

Mo stared at Nguyen Nightshade for a while, his face was still tense, but gradually there was also a tendency to be a little tense. After a while, she slowed down and whispered, “Can't you let him change his mind? I sound a little goosebumpy. ”

If Nguyen and Nguyen were to swap back, she wouldn't dare listen to a bodyguard like the King Kong Tower, calling herself Mo with a gavel-like tone.

Nguyen Nightingale also whispered: “No way, others are more... stubborn. ”

It seems that the nails on the board can't be changed anymore, and Mo had to put up with it.

Nguyen looked down at the watch and looked over at Gu Qishong: “Have you had dinner? ”

Gu Qi Songdao: “I've eaten, Xiao Mu. ”

Mo: “...”

Nguyen Nightshade instructed Gu Qishong: "Later, Nguyen Nightshade and I will go to dinner, you will not follow. It is in the hotel restaurant, and you will not go out, nothing will happen. You tell Lu Qingming not to be too nervous every day. I look tired too. I can't help it if you follow me like this every day. ”

Gu Qishong did not answer immediately, just stunned his head and said: “Xiao Mu, please wait a moment. ”

Mo: “...”

Gu Qishong called “Xiao Mu”, which is a nickname level name, when he was reading it, he didn't have half a tone of fluctuation, he couldn't bear to hear it, Xi Mu listened to it, and felt like he was being slowed down.

Gu Qizong sent several WeChat messages, and after receiving a reply, he nodded to Nguyen Nightingale.

Nguyen took a sigh of relief as he turned to the ink, and two people walked into the elevator, the door closed, separating Gu Qishong from the outside.

When they arrived in the fixed compartment, there were two people standing upright, the cabin table was large, two people were sitting in a corner, close to each other, and the ink placed the bag of fruit on an extra chair with no words.

Three hot dishes, one cold plate, one soup.

Nguyen Nightshade eats in silence.

The ink is also eaten silently.

The atmosphere is a little subtle.

Nguyen Nightingale whilst eating, whispered her eyes and measured the ink. She chewed slowly while eating. Her body plate was straight and always looked like a good upbringing. Even if she changed her body now, that kind of temperament still naturally revealed itself, as if this nobility was innate. Her family background is deep, crosses the business and political circles, Nguyen Nightshang also heard that her father faced her love but demanded very strictly, she was probably taught to “eat without saying” since she was a child, the dining etiquette was too good, resulting in a bit of refreshment every time she ate with her.

Even if it's cold, Nguyen Nightshang is happy to see it.

Sometimes, however, she would like to be more free when she is alone, without having to be polite. If she stopped being so considerate in front of herself, would that mean that the tree at the bottom of her heart had a chance to blossom?

Nguyen Nightshade thought of it. A sip of dish was caught in the middle of the sky, and he couldn't help but send it into his mouth. The corner of his mouth pulled a helpless curve.

Perhaps I never thought of anything before, nor dare to think about it, so Nguyen Nightingale is more casual and dares to say anything.

She's a little nervous now, but she's starting to get upset again.

Wearing a smile mask in the past, she was not afraid of anything. Once she had immersed herself in it, if it didn't end as well as she hoped, she was sad. Wearing a mask came from licking the wound. Since then, her sense of security has dissipated a little bit, she has walked alone, put on a mask and carefully guarded the little fire of stars called Hope, and cannot be called to extinguish it.

To think of it, Nguyen Nightshank laughed a little bit.

That's far away.

She probably shouldn't have thought that far.

She had been in such distressed thoughts for a long time, and the appetizer was still hanging and she hadn't eaten it.

Mo Mo watched her for a while and finally couldn't help it. She threw the “unspeakable” bullshit tutor aside. Ghost: “Is this dish so fragrant? You smell so long. ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

She hurriedly ate the appetizer and wondered if Mo had been staring at herself just now, and suddenly there was an embarrassment in her mind to be seen through. But this awkwardness passed a little longer, and she was always very good at disguising herself and provoking a smile in the corner of her eyes: “I know you have an obsessive-compulsive disorder and you feel bad watching someone else clip a dish for half a day. ”

“Shut up.” Glimpse of her.

Nguyen Nightshade clamped another chopstick dish and took the chopstick to his mouth with a bowl. He simply didn't open his mouth to eat it and stared at the ink.

“Don't be childish.” "Eat it," said Momo. ”

Nguyen Nightingale did not eat, deliberately hung this obsessive disorder.

KIMO knew that she had deliberately made it worse and laughed: “Then I'll feed you. ”

She leaned over, where did Nguyen Nightingale think that she usually cared so much about the dining etiquette, sitting on that elegant look, now she would ignore the rules to come to this set, scared her into a surprise, the mouthpiece was directly stuffed in her mouth, and she swallowed it without chewing it.

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

Mo didn't expect her to swallow it so loudly, she quickly stood up and poured a glass of water in front of her.

Nguyen opened her eyes and looked at her.

Ink hinted at her drinking water and said softly, "Choking? ”

Nguyen Nightshade's face caught a strange red faint, set the color, and took the ink and passed it to her with a small mouthful of water.

Sumo saw that she had not been choked, which seemed to relax, sat back in the chair, and continued to hold her table etiquette, just saying: “What are you doing so fast, performing cows to eat grass? ”

After drinking water, Nguyen Nightshang thought that she was actually talking to herself at dinner, and it tasted like a joke. Her mood was as subtle as redness on her face. She concealed it for a while, so she admitted generously: "Yeah. But you specially fed the cow some water. Are you a cowkeeper? Did you raise me? ”

"You have my card now, don't I have you? ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

Mo also stopped and saw her standing still, thinking that Nguyen Nightingale misunderstood something. After all, Nguyen Nightingale has always had a lot of self-esteem. She has always been concerned about the use of the cards of Xinmao, but because of the special circumstances, her income could not bear the afterlife consumption of Xinmao. The cost of maintaining this item on a daily basis alone is too expensive. She could not take the cards left to her before Xinmao, and hidden her intention to make money and return them to Xinmao in the future.

Mo was a little embarrassed and whispered, “That's not what I meant. I mean, my card keeps my body, which is normal, and you're using my body now, so I keep you, and it's normal. Don't get me wrong. ”

Nguyen Nightshade knew her personality. She was indifferent and arrogant, but never really hurt a person's self-esteem. How could she be mistaken? She was just stunned by the words * * of “raising her”, even though she didn't mean it that way.

Now she explains in such a hard way that Nguyen Nightingale wants to smile even more. "I know. ‘You feed me', I'm happy, and don't worry about what I'll misunderstand. ”

Ming Mo didn't answer the phone anymore, and seemed relieved to see the color of the gods.

After eating it, Nguyen Nightshang's hand didn't pay attention. She accidentally touched her knee, causing her to lift her eyebrows, slowed for a while before forcing herself to get better. She picked up the cup and drank again.

Mo looked at her expression in the eyes and frowned. “Are you drugged? ”

Of course she meant the knee. Kneeling so many times, it hurts to say nothing.

Nguyen Nightshake her head and smiled naturally. “No, I thought nothing was wrong. ”

Ding Pei's nervousness caused her to re-shoot many times before. She knelt too many times back and forth. Her knees were actually blue. I was too busy during the day, and the pain of that bruising was a slow onset. It wasn't obvious before, so I didn't really care about it. After work, I thought about eating at night with Mo Mo, and I couldn't care less about the medicine. Now the pain is coming up, even a little touch can hurt.

Mo stood up, walked to the empty chair next to him, flipped in a big bag of fruit, and flipped out a tiny plastic bag.

What was in the little plastic bag, she didn't speak, and handed the little bag to Nguyen Nightingale.

Nguyen Nightingale then took a look and found that there was a small bottle of biochemical bruising oil inside. From the name printed on the packaging bag, it was the chain pharmacy outside the hotel. Nguyen Nightingale remembered that the pharmacy was very close to the fruit shop that went in behind the ink, which should have been bought while the ink was wandering outside.

After staring at this bottle of oil for a long time, the laughter in Nguyen's eyes was spilling.

She doesn't know why she went to the fruit shop, or what she did at the fruit shop, but at least she knows why she went to the pharmacy.

It's for her.

Or for her knees. @ Update faster @