Fake it on a dating show

Lin Xingyue swallowed, nodded obediently, and pretended that she didn't see anything.

Mo Yushuang banged on the door outside.

"Zhao Minglang, if you don't want to be on tomorrow's headlines, open the door for me, otherwise I'll call Mr. Zhao Jinwu Zangjiao at the door."

Zhao Minglang in the room helped Lin Xingyue treat the wound without changing his face, turning a deaf ear to the noise outside.

Lin Xingyue touched the gauze wrapped around the wound, and asked worriedly, "Let Sister Shuang stay outside... Is it all right?"

"It's okay, let her scream for a while and she'll be quiet." Zhao Minglang put away his things and explained, "That guy is like this, the weather is unpredictable, people come crazy, and they don't talk well when they have something to say, they have to be scolded. Happy."

"Mr. Zhao seems to have a good relationship with her."

Zhao Minglang's complexion looked as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly.

"It's just because the two families went to school together when they were young, so they were forced to know each other." Zhao Minglang said, "But she is making trouble, and she doesn't dare to do anything on my territory. If you are harassed again next time, you can come to me directly. That's enough, I'll beat her up for you."

She thought Lin Xingyue was another poor little girl who died under Mo Yushuang's hands.

Thinking of this, she still felt slightly uncomfortable.

A complex emotion between "Mo Yushuang knew Lin Xingyue earlier" and "Lin Xingyue was bullied by her".

But Lin Xingyue just smiled: "No, Sister Shuang is very nice, she said to play with me earlier."

Zhao Minglang had some doubts: "Really?"

Lin Xingyue nodded: "Really."

Zhao Minglang knew that Lin Xingyue was not very good at lying, since he said so, it was probably true.

But for some reason, after knowing this, she felt even more upset.

As soon as the voice on this side fell, the sound of banging on the door outside finally became more disciplined, and Mo Yushuang was finally willing to talk about business.

"I have something to do with Xingyue, let me in first."

When Zhao Minglang opened the door for Mo Yushuang, his face was stinky, but the latter didn't care.

Mo Yushuang really came here because of Lin Xingyue. She had a good relationship with the restaurant owner. Ever since Zhao Minglang went there, the boss had been thinking about it, so Mo Yushuang volunteered to ask about the situation for him.

This is only one of the reasons.

The second reason was that she wanted to introduce Lin Xingyue to a job where she could get a relatively high salary.

According to her own account, there was a third reason, but she refused to say anything, and threw herself into the sofa and started rolling and spitting all over the floor without saying a word.

"I'm hungry, I want to finish my dinner here before leaving! Zhao Minglang, hurry up and cook! Otherwise Xingyue and I will starve to death."

Zhao Minglang took a deep breath, while silently reciting the names of Mo Yushuang's parents and brothers and sisters in his heart, lest he really beat her to death on the spot on the spur of the moment.

Out of sight and out of mind, she turned and went into the kitchen.

"Xiao Minglang is still that cutie with a hard mouth and a soft heart." Mo Yushuang held her face and sighed with Lin Xingyue.

She may just be afraid that she will be provoked to make some irreparable mistakes.

Secondly, it is probably just thinking about the old relationship between the two family friends.

Lin Xingyue was kind-hearted, she laughed dryly, and didn't tell the heart-wrenching truth - even she could tell that Zhao Minglang was about to be blown away by Mo Yushuang.

Mo Yushuang moved closer, his eyes fell on her collarbone, and asked her in a low voice: "Is the wound okay?"

Lin Xingyue came back to her senses and shook her head: "It's okay, the scab has already formed."

Mo Yushuang tapped the space with her fingertips, looking like she really wanted to poke it up and try: "Does it still not hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt when you don't touch it."

"Where did you live before?"

"A friend."

"Isn't the surname Gu?"

"……no."

"Where do you plan to live in the future? If you can't find it, there are still a few unoccupied apartments in my house, which are vacant and empty, and I can lend them to you temporarily."

"No, just stay here for now."

"Why do you have to live here?"

"Pa——" Zhao Minglang came over with an empty glass and almost smashed it on the table. Just in time to hear Mo Yushuang's disgusted question, she answered coldly: "Keep a dog."

Mo Yushuang was choked and couldn't understand the meaning of these two words for a while, so Lin Xingyue explained it briefly to her.

"I sent it for an inspection before, and I picked it up when I was going to come back, but when I encountered something, I came back early."

"Hmm." Mo Yushuang nodded, turned over on the sofa, and put her two long legs on the armrest of the sofa on the other side.

Zhao Minglang kicked her: "Don't get in the way."

Mo Yushuang retracted her foot, caught a glimpse of Zhao Minglang pouring water for Lin Xingyue, and asked, "Where's mine?"

Zhao Minglang looked at her coldly: "Did you break your hand? Fall it yourself."

Mo Yushuang lay back sleepy, refusing to move.

Zhao Minglang didn't bother to pay attention to her, put the kettle on the coffee table, and warned again: "You should be more polite when you are a guest at someone's house—speaking of which, I haven't visited your parents for a long time."

Red|naked|naked|threat.

Mo Yushuang gave her middle finger to her back.

But in the end, I settled down a little.

They talked about work until dinner time.

It is said that there will be some entertainment program next month, and Mo Yushuang's company will also participate, but there are not enough people, so they need to recruit people.

It is also a green leafy foil of the nature of group performances, but the pay is considerable.

"I can't tell you the specific situation at the moment, but I promise it will be fun. If there is nothing else, I will sign up to participate. Xingyue, please go with me. It's so boring to be alone."

"It's better not to go with you, you are the most dangerous person." Zhao Minglang served the table and looked at her suspiciously, "And you probably haven't forgotten about our crew, have you?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmm." Mo Yushuang nodded while eating, "Anyway, there are few scenes, so the filming will be over soon—so Xingyue should come with me."

"If it's okay." Lin Xingyue was very good at nodding.

"Are you a child, why do you need others to accompany you in everything?" Zhao Minglang didn't want to admit that he was really upset to the extreme, "Anyway, when you wave your hand, there are many men and women bumping into your arms. What are you doing? , you still have to be ashamed."

"They are not Xingyue." Mo Yushuang said frankly that she was shameless, "For me, Xingyue is definitely different from them."

"Crack-"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Hey, did the sound of something break just now?"

"The quality is just not good." Zhao Minglang threw the broken chopsticks into the trash can with no expression on his face, "Go get new ones tomorrow."

After dinner, Mo Yushuang and Lin Xingyue finalized the work matters, and became more excited. They dug out all the pillows they could find nearby, and started a pillow fight in the living room.

Zhao Minglang had a headache, but seeing Lin Xingyue's glittering eyes, he couldn't say no to it, so he simply let them go.

This was probably the most tolerant day Zhao Minglang treated Mo Yushuang.

Mo Yushuang kept watching her from the corner of her eye, but Zhao Minglang, who was always keen, didn't notice that her gaze was always following Lin Xingyue.

With a snap, the pillow hit Mo Yushuang's face.

She lay down on the floor and rolled around hugging the pillow.

"Stop playing, stop playing, I want to watch TV!"

Mo Yushuang turned on the TV talking to herself, Lin Xingyue took cold medicine under Zhao Minglang's reminder, and fell asleep on the sofa after a while.

Zhao Minglang suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders, turned his head, and saw Lin Xingyue leaning forward with his eyes closed.

Breathing is slow, like falling asleep.

Zhao Minglang's shoulders were stiff, he didn't dare to move, he didn't notice that his face softened, and he didn't notice when Mo Yushuang calmed down.

Mo Yushuang was sitting on the opposite sofa, with her feet on the edge of the sofa, her hands hugging her calves, her chin resting on her knees, her face was calm.

It doesn't look like me at all.

At first glance, the past is indeed very bluffing.

In the eyes of fans who don't know her true nature, she is such a quiet and delicate fairy sister.

But Zhao Minglang hadn't seen Mo Yushuang like this for a long time, it was a bit like when she hadn't broken up with her family, and she was still the highly anticipated Miss Mo Er, the benchmark of everyone's ladies.

After confirming that Lin Xingyue was fast asleep, Zhao Minglang asked, "What are you doing here today?"

The voice was deliberately lowered.

Mo Yushuang's voice was not too high: "Why don't you ask me how I know she's with you?"

Zhao Minglang asked questions with his eyes.

"It's Lin Wenxuan from your company. He met me on the set and got close to me. His little lover sent a text message to talk about it, and I happened to see it." Let him give up."

Not surprising, but not cheery either.

Zhao Minglang's complexion was a little ugly.

"I see." Zhao Minglang thanked in a low voice, "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, I'm not doing it for you." Mo Yushuang glanced at Lin Xingyue who was sleeping, was silent for a moment, and asked suddenly, "Are you serious?"

"When did I stop being serious?" Zhao Minglang asked back.

"How long have you known her?"

"Yesterday was the second meeting."

"..." Even Mo Yushuang couldn't help being shocked by this confident answer.

Originally, she thought that Zhao Minglang had met Lin Xingyue at least a few times, so she was so concerned, but she didn't expect that they only met once at that time.

"Then she saved your life?" Mo Yushuang couldn't help asking.

Other than that, what other reason could there be for an ascetic woman to care so much about another strange woman.

"nor."

"...I suddenly felt that I should take Xingyue away and call the police."

"Do you think you're doing any better? Clear out all the little lovers in your room before you say this."

"..."

Mo Yushuang straightened her back firmly: "Can we stop hurting each other like this?"

Zhao Minglang returned a look of contempt: "You started it first."

Mo Yushuang squatted back, made a gesture of truce, and asked discouragedly: "It can't be love at first sight, can it?"

Mr. Zhao, who was always eloquent in front of her, was silent for a moment, and replied seriously: "Yes."