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"The number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later!"

On the other end of the phone, there was a sweet female voice.

Mu Xinlan hung up the phone in a daze, and finally squeezed the phone tightly in her hand. She sat on the sofa in the hotel, sitting alone in the lobby.

Mo Sheng, why didn't you answer her phone?

Her heart suddenly flustered for some reason, and she suddenly woke up in the middle of the night today, dreaming that Mo Sheng was covered in blood, she was terrified, she wanted to go over and hug him, but he pushed him away...

Why have this nightmare? !

When she woke up, she was covered in cold sweat. She really wanted to hear Mo Sheng's voice. Hearing Mo Sheng's voice could make her feel at ease, so she called Mo Sheng late at night, but he didn't answer...

Her brows were slightly frowned, and there were too many emotions in her beautiful eyes at this moment, she didn't know what to do?

She didn't know when it started, but she felt that Mo Sheng cared much less about her, she felt that Mo Sheng ignored her, she was afraid of this feeling, Mo Sheng always only had her in his eyes.

In the past three years, she has always believed so firmly!

Even when she saw Mo Sheng for the first time when she returned to China, she still believed so firmly.

However, after Cong Yufan appeared, she was afraid.

He took out a photo from his bag, which was left in Mo Sheng's suit pocket. In the photo, two people were kissing intimately. It was Mo Sheng and Cong Yufan.

This scene is so warm, Mo Sheng lowered her eyes and kissed Cong Yufan, this intimate scene made Mu Xinlan very jealous.

This made her more sure of her thoughts.

At first, he thought that Mo Sheng just used her as his substitute, but now, Mu Xinlan couldn't turn a blind eye to it, maybe he fell in love with Cong Yufan, even if he didn't like her that much, at least he cared about her!

Otherwise, why would Mo Sheng willingly sacrifice himself to be run over by a car in order to protect her?

She was jealous, crazy jealous.

Even if Mo Sheng still loves her, she still doesn't allow anyone to share his love for her. How can a woman accept that a man doesn't love her wholeheartedly?

Thinking of this, Mu Xinlan's eyes were filled with anger, she tightly squeezed the photo in her hand, her eyes turned red.

"No, I will never let you take Mo Sheng away!"

Mu Xinlan held her head tightly with her hands, her slender fingers were wrapped around her hair, she was in tangled pain, until the next moment, she suddenly raised her tear-filled eyes, with a penetrating look at the bottom of her eyes. jealousy.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes unwillingly, and her delicate face seemed a bit ferocious, she thought fiercely,

"Cong Yufan, you are just a substitute for me. I will not let you snatch Mo Sheng away from me, absolutely not! No matter who it is, I will definitely let her leave Mo Sheng!"

"Mo Sheng can only be mine! It can only be mine!"

……

next day

When Cong Yufan opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.

At this time, she had been carried back to the room by Mo Sheng, subconsciously looked at the side of the bed, Mo Sheng had already left, for some reason, looking at the empty sheets, she was a little inexplicably lost.

Has she... started to rely on Mo Sheng?

Damn it, Cong Yufan, what are you thinking?

Cong Yufan raised his hand and scratched his hair irritably, then sat up from the bed.

Suddenly, a nausea gushed out of her throat, she quickly ran out of bed, and then rushed towards the bathroom.

After finally rushing to the bathroom, Cong Yufan leaned on the sink with one hand, covered her chest with the other and vomited vigorously. Her throat kept retching, but she didn't vomit out anything after vomiting for a long time. She vomited several times in discomfort.

She turned on the tap and rinsed her mouth.

Holding clear water in both hands and splashing it on the face, the discomfort in the stomach finally improved a lot.

Raising her hand to touch her lower abdomen, Cong Yufan couldn't help feeling annoyed when thinking about what happened last night. Mo Sheng asked for so many times last night, why did she forget that she was still pregnant.

Cong Yufan quietly looked at himself in the mirror, took a deep breath, walked out of the bathroom, and returned to the room.

I have been taking leave for the past few days, and I should go to work at the company today.

……

After returning to the SM newspaper office, Cong Yufan handed the documents he had sorted out at home to He Yuhang, and then returned to his office.

"Assistant Cong, the Director of Photography calls you over."

While Cong Yufan was concentrating on organizing the documents, a colleague from the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment knocked on the door lightly, and then left after explaining.

Cong Yufan nodded, quickly processed the documents in hand, and then walked out of the office in the direction of the director of photography.

"Minister of Photography!"

When Cong Yufan came to the door of the photography department's office, she found that the door was open. At this time, the minister was looking down at something inside. She knocked on the door panel politely and stood at the door.

"Yufan, come in."

After seeing Cong Yufan coming, the director of photography said with a smile, then sorted out some photos in his hand, and asked, "I heard that your leg was injured these days? Are you better now?"

Cong Yufan was a little surprised by the sudden concern of the director of photography, but he still smiled and nodded, "Thank you, director, I'm fine, much better."

"Okay, it's fine if you have nothing to do, come on, take a look at this group of photos, the photos you took for Sandy last time were very good, so this time the dancer Sandy asked a special assistant to invite you to participate in a dance troupe performance shoot."

"It's this afternoon's performance. Fortunately, you are almost in good health. Otherwise, it would be a pity to miss this opportunity."

The minister handed the photo to Cong Yufan, raised his hand to close his glasses, and said.

"What the minister means is that next time Sandy's dance troupe is going to let me shoot?"

Cong Yufan was slightly taken aback, she seemed to recall that Mu Xinlan had told her at the dance that she would be invited to shoot, but...

If it was before, she would have no scruples, but now, for some reason, she always feels weird...

"Yeah, originally the show started very early, but you were injured at the time, so I sent a group of people there, but the effect seems to be a bit of a fly in the ointment, and now this is the late stage of the show, you go now, but you must give me Work harder, I am very optimistic about you!"

"Your photography talent is much better than professional photography." The minister praised Cong Yufan quite appreciatively.

Cong Yufan couldn't refuse, so he nodded with a smirk, "Okay, I understand, Minister."

After leaving the office, Cong Yufan returned to the editor-in-chief's office again. At this time, He Yuhang probably went to a meeting, so there was no one in the inner room.

She sat back in her seat, and after working for a while, it was soon afternoon.

It was about three o'clock in the afternoon, and Cong Yufan and a few colleagues took a taxi to the Hera Dance Theater.

When they arrived at the Hera Dance Theater, they had just been seated. After Cong Yufan and the others had prepared their photography tools, the performance almost started.

This time, it was different from the previous dances. There was no music playing in the hall, and the audience seemed to be very cooperative and did not make any unnecessary noise. Everyone held their breath and quietly watched the performance on the stage.

I heard that this performance is called pantomime!

Therefore, dancers use flexible movements to replace human language. They dance almost all over their bodies, using every limb of their body to express the meaning they want to express.

They are like a story, as long as you experience it with your heart, you can feel the story they want to express.

Cong Yufan carefully photographed every movement. She had to admit that the leading dancer, Mu Xinlan, was really talented in dancing. The artistic atmosphere is fully vented by her.

Every movement and rich expression seems to be able to clearly interpret the meaning she wants to express.

The whole stage play was announced to be over after about half an hour of performance, and Cong Yufan finally finished filming, adjusting the pictures in the camera with satisfaction, and the colleagues around also packed up the shooting props,

After packing her things, Cong Yufan was about to leave with her colleagues, but behind her, a strange female voice called her.

Cong Yufan turned around in astonishment, and saw a strange woman who nodded slightly at her, and then said professionally, "Hello, are you Miss Cong Yufan?"

"Oh, I'm..."

Cong Yufan looked at her in confusion. At this time, the woman was tall and slender, wearing a black professional women's suit skirt, and standing in front of her with black high heels.

"Is something wrong?"

"It's like this, Ms. Cong Yufan, I'm Miss Sandy's manager. Our Miss Sandy hopes to invite Miss Yufan to have a cup of coffee. I hope Miss Yufan can spare some time. This is the address of the restaurant. I hope that in an hour Cong Yufan can appear."

The woman explained the matter politely, and then handed a note to Cong Yufan. Before Cong Yufan had time to respond, she turned and left with her black ten-centimeter high heels.

Cong Yufan stared blankly at the back of her leaving, and then his eyes fell on the note in his hand, on which was written the address of a restaurant.

The colleague had already been greeted by Cong Yufan, so when she walked out of the Hera Dance Theater, she was the only one.

She thought about it, and finally decided to hire a taxi, and then got in.

"Miss, where are you going?"

"Go to Yujing!"

"Ok."

The driver nodded, then started the accelerator and drove in the direction of Yujing Villa.

after an hour

At the gate of Harry's restaurant, Cong Yufan looked up at the signboard, then looked down at the note in his hand, and finally walked into the restaurant.

Because of the traffic jam, Cong Yufan was still 5 minutes late for the agreed time.

She walked in. This Harry's restaurant has a total of sixteen floors, and the place Mu Xinlan agreed on was also on the sixteenth floor, so after she went in, she had to take the elevator.

When the elevator reached the sixteenth floor, the door of the elevator opened with a ding.

Cong Yufan took a deep breath before walking in.