The pattern is open, after the divorce, I am popular in the expensive circle

Mo Baiyou can no longer remember how long it has been since Ning Yichu's wedding.

Ning Yichu looked so beautiful in her wedding dress that day. During the days and nights when he was wandering overseas, he would always dream of her in that white wedding dress.

How he wished that the person standing next to her was himself...

In the more than twenty years of his life, he has always been self-restrained and polite, and he has never made any mistakes.

Now, after wandering around Europe for several months and traveling to countless countries, he seems like a bard who indulges in nightlife and sleeping in the open air, or like a bohemian prodigal with no way back.

On the banks of the Seine River in a foreign country, seagulls flew by, and from time to time tourists would feed the gray pigeons with bread crumbs. It was a quiet and beautiful place.

Suddenly, a burst of melodious music came.

Several street improvisers are getting together, the tambourine is flying, the main accordion and violin make up the melodious tone of the tune, and seagulls are flying by the river.

Mo Baiyou was a little drunk. He subconsciously raised his eyes and saw a scene he would never forget.

At dusk, fire clouds spread across the sky, dyeing the light orange. A Chinese girl wearing a white skirt and a brown leather belt was dancing nimbly to the street music.

The dance is also impromptu, but it is so enthusiastic and full of vitality.

The bells on the girl's skirt collided and made a crisp sound. With a smile on her face, she held up the skirt and spun it around.

Mo Baiyou's gloomy heart seemed to be infected by this enthusiastic smile, and he felt an unprecedented sense of vitality.

Her dance attracted many people.

The crowd applauded her and beat the beat.

The girl danced more and more happily, but she didn't know what she suddenly saw out of the corner of her eye. A sly smile flashed across the girl's eyes, and she immediately stopped dancing.

"I'm leaving! See you next time!"

Jian Zhiyao blinked his eyes slyly, grabbed the black backpack on the ground and ran away. However, after running out for two steps, he stepped back, took out a large handful of banknotes from the bag, and placed it in front of the street improvisational band. In the piano case, "Goodbye!"

Her voice is just like her, crisp and smart.

After she finished speaking with a laugh, she disappeared around the corner of the street in the blink of an eye, just like Cinderella's magic at midnight. When the time came, Cinderella left in a hurry.

After the girl left, a group of well-organized men in black quickly arrived. They looked left and right, grabbed the banknotes in the piano case, glanced at the number, and ordered, "Keep chasing!"

They quickly followed the girl's leaving figure.

Mo Baiyou saw this farce, but didn't take it to heart. It was just a small episode in the evening.

As the sun set, he walked into a bar as usual, ordered the strongest special cocktail, and sat in a booth in a daze, enjoying the incompatible and lively atmosphere.

It seemed strange that there was no one around him.

One glass after another, I can no longer taste the wine.

At this moment, there was some commotion at the door, and a girl in aqua blue skirt rushed in quickly. Her eyes quickly scanned the crowd, and finally locked on Mo Baiyou.

She flew into the booth like an elf. Before Mo Baiyou could react, he raised his eyes, but the girl's eyes lit up.

Then she boldly took his hand and quickly sat next to him.

"Uncle, I'll lend you a hand, don't make a sound!"

As soon as the girl's crisp voice fell, Mo Baiyou noticed something soft pressing against him.

Jian Zhiyao took his big palm and placed it on her waist. Half of her body was nestled in the man's arms. She blinked and kissed him suddenly.

There was something irrational about this kiss.

The charming aroma of alcohol was everywhere, the music was deafening, and a dark light flashed across Mo Baiyou's inky eyes, and he subconsciously wanted to push the person in front of him away.

However, the girl's hands in front of her were tightly entangled and she was not polite at all.

She whispered, "Please, uncle, help me."

"Someone wants to kill me..."

Because of these last words, Mo Baiyou softened his heart.

He allowed the little girl to ask for and take away whatever he wanted.

There were footsteps behind him, followed by a harsh sound.

"What about her?"

"I don't know, I didn't see it. It's too dark here. Did she escape through the back door?"

"Chase!"

The group quickly evacuated.

The drunkenness in Mo Baiyou's mind seemed to clear up a bit, and he pulled away the girl wrapped around him.

Ru Mo's eyes were full of emotions, and finally returned to a calm and complicated voice, "They left."

After finishing speaking, I realized that the bright and pure girl in front of me was the dancing girl I saw at dusk today.

It was a moment of surprise.

Jian Zhiyao looked at him with a smile, his eyes turned smartly and cunningly, "Uncle, since you have helped me once, why don't you be a good man and do it to the end, and take me to run away, okay?"

"My father owes them a lot of money. If you don't take me away, I won't be able to escape. They will kill me and sell my organs..."

Jian Zhiyao blinked pitifully, trying to arouse the sympathy of the man in front of him.

Clearly, she succeeded.

Mo Baiyou couldn't do anything like watching the girl die tragically, so he could only shake his head helplessly and helplessly.

"Follow me tonight, I will arrange a hotel for you, and you can leave before dawn tomorrow."

The man's voice was gentle, and there was only a hint of sympathy in his eyes when he looked at her.

Seeing the current situation of this strange girl, he always thinks of Ning Yichu. When he lived with Ning Qingwan in the past, he was fragile and helpless. Is he the same as this girl now?

He didn't want to think about it any more.

He shook his head to get rid of the thought.

Seeing that he had succeeded, Jian Zhiyao raised a sly smile on his lips, quickly followed Mo Baiyou's steps, and took his arm.

"Uncle, I'm so hungry. Can you take me to eat something? I want to eat meat."

"Uncle, why did you brush my hand away? Are my hands dirty?"

"Why are you drinking here alone? If you have something on your mind, can you tell me?"

Jian Zhiyao's clear and lively voice continued to make noise in the end, nagging Mo Baiyou until they returned to the hotel together.

The girl insisted that she did not have an ID card. In a foreign country, she could not get a room without an ID card. In desperation, Mo Baiyou had no choice but to upgrade the room to a suite and move in with Jian Zhiyao.

On the table were a large number of meals that had been prepared in the guest room, from steak to roast chicken, neatly placed on the long table in the restaurant. Jian Zhiyao's eyes lit up, and he was so greedy that he started to drool.

She immediately rushed over to cook. Mo Baiyou looked at her twice and said, "The clothes and new towels have been placed on the master bedroom bed for you. You can pack them up later and go in. I'll sleep on the sofa."

"Oh!" The girl didn't even look back.

Seeing this, Mo Baiyou went to the bathroom to take a bath.

The water from the showerhead sprinkled down, diluting the sadness and drunkenness around him. Jian Zhiyao's chirping voice kept ringing in his ears, playing it repeatedly, but he really didn't think about anything about Ning Yichu anymore.

Outside the bathroom.

Jian Zhiyao finally had enough to eat and drink, and glanced inside. The man should be taking a bath.

She looked at the room curiously. There were not many things belonging to Mo Baiyou.

She curled her lips and whispered, "Mo Baiyou, you don't even remember me..."