MTL - Good Morning, Miss Ghost-Chapter 30 insomnia

Master Yun is back.

Mo Mohan covered her stomach with her right hand and twitched the corner of her mouth bitterly. He almost doubted that the man had counted the time and made a special trip to return at this time.

It's okay to do so, lest he feel uncomfortable facing Ayao.

As soon as I thought of Ayao, Ayao's voice came from the ear, "Hazel, what's the matter with you ?! You look so pale!"

The sudden sound surprised Mo Zhen, who bounced off the sofa like a spring, quickly unplugged the computer and unplugged the power.

Ayao: "..."

Isn't he just visiting Xiaohuang Net just now? Such a high degree of vigilance only appeared when she was carrying Mo Zhen on the forum.

He shut down the computer violently, and Mo Zhen squinted the corner of his mouth to lie down on the sofa again. The stomach seemed to hurt even more because of the tension just now.

I don't know if Aya saw it.

When thinking of this, Mo Zhen laughed at himself. The move he just made was based on his instinctive reaction. Subconsciously, he didn't want Ah Yao to know who he was.

But what can this do? Master originally invited herself to help Ayao find her identity, and sooner or later she had to leave.

It's just that sooner or later he's caught off guard now.

"Hazel, have your stomach hurt again?" Ayao floated into the air and leaned down to look at Mo Zhen.

Mo Mohan's forehead had already exuded a fine layer of cold sweat due to the severe pain, but he still clenched his lips stubbornly, and closed his eyes before turning his head.

He doesn't want to see her now.

I just heard the sound, and all felt that the heart twitched, and it hurt more than the stomach.

Mo Zhen didn't speak, and Aya didn't question, she thought it must be because he hurt too much. The second drawer under the TV opened by itself, and a boxy medicine box flew over the sofa. A Yao glanced at the water dispenser, but fortunately the water was burning. Pour a cup of hot water for Mo Zhen, and A Yao bowed his head and sighed in Mo Zhen's ears as usual, "Hazel, get up to take medicine."

Mo Zhen's brow moved, like a fierce ideological struggle. Seeing him still, Ah Yao floated to the other side and sighed, "Hazel, you will be cute when you take the medicine!"

Mo Mozhen: "..."

Labor and capital are not even taking medicine!

Mo Mozhen was speechless. At this time, the topic can be easily biased by Ayao.

Get up from the sofa, Mo Zhen took the glass floating in the air, arranged the pills in order of size, and then swallowed them.

A Yao looked straight and sighed. Is this obsessive-compulsive disorder still incurable?

He took the medicine and lay on the sofa for a while, and when the pain in his stomach was relieved, Mo Zhen only opened his eyes and looked at A Yao.

I do n’t know when the dress on my body has been changed. Although it is still a dress, it is a fall long-sleeved dress with a small coat on the outside.

"What's the matter with your clothes?" Mo Zhen opened her mouth, her voice was a little dumb.

A Yao heard Mo Zhen ask such a question, and excitedly made a circle in the air, "Does it look good? Does it look good? This is the latest edition of TOMATO Magazine!"

Mo Mozhen: "..."

It seems that death cannot stop a woman's love of beauty.

A Yao is still immersed in the joy of changing new clothes, "Piaopiao is really great! This is what she taught me today, and I wo n’t have to worry about wearing any clothes in the future!"

Uh ...

Mo Mozhen stood up from the sofa in silence, ready to go upstairs to sleep. A Yao followed him, and when he floated to the stairs, Mo Zhen stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" A Yao looked at Mo Zhen's back and stopped.

Mo Mozhen stood for a while and then said, "My master is back, and I will make an appointment for you to meet."

Mo Zhen didn't look back when he said this, and went straight to the second floor after he said it.

A Yao stayed at the entrance of the staircase, did Master return? Was she immediately reminded of who she was?

But why is she not happy at all?

The sound of Mo Mozhen closing the door made A Yao look back. She looked up at the closed door and turned back to the sofa in the living room.

I wonder if it was because of stomach pain or because of Ayao, Mo Zhen didn't sleep well all night. Although she is not in good physical and mental condition, she still has to get up early to film.

When Yao went out, A Yao was behind Mo Zhen and planned to go to the studio with him. But before the door came out, Mo Zhen said coldly, "Don't go to the studio with me in the future."

Why? !!

Ayao opened his mouth. After seeing Mo Zhen's distant back, he only spoke in a low voice.

还有 "Also, Master will come over these days. Don't run around."

"……Oh."

Mo Zhen left the door after explaining, until he drove away from the Kensney Manor, he felt relieved.

As long as Ayao is by his side, he feels breathless.

After arriving at the set, Mo Zhen climbed onto the nanny car without a word to make up for sleep. Tang Qiang, who followed him, raised his eyebrows after seeing the two obvious dark blues under his eyes.

He pointed to his eyes.

Mo Zhen's neck shrank into the collar, and closed his eyes and ignored Tang Qiang.

However, Tang Qiang did not intend to let gossip like this. He sat down next to Mo Zhen and poked his shoulder with his index finger. "Tell me, who is so capable that makes Mo Tianwang sleepless?"

Mo Mozhen slowly opened her eyes and looked at Tang Qiang sideways, "You."

Tong Tangqiang: "..."

The film emperor of Mo Mozhen was definitely not taken by Bai. With your dignified tone and deep eyes, Tang Qiang really thought he was himself.

My heart seemed to miss a beat, Tang Qiang's throat knot rolled up and down, and murmured, "Mo, Mo Zhen, don't scare me, I will take it seriously."

Mo Mozhen looked up at him lazily, "showing that I performed well."

Tong Tangqiang: "..."

Emperor Ying Ying is amazing!

Tang Qiang was teased because of dark circles. After seeing Mo Zhen ’s dark circles, the makeup artist ’s paper was a rhythm of smiles.

Finally found an opportunity to touch Mo Tianwang more! What about dark circles!

However, when makeup that is difficult to apply is always finished, the makeup artist puts her hands together, and Mo Zhen looks at herself in the mirror for a few moments before she gets up and walks towards the camera.

Without Ah Yao around, the set seemed suddenly quiet. Even today, with Qiang Tang saddling in front of him, Mo Zhen always felt a bit empty on the set.

Maybe the empty space is not the set, but his heart? Mo Zhen suddenly felt a little funny, he was like a sentimental woman.

Tang Qiangbara ’s boxed lunch stopped, he looked at the smile on the corner of Mo Zhen ’s mouth, and swallowed the rice in his mouth. Are you in love? "After he said this, he denied it." No, you look more like a love lover. "

Broken love? Mo Zhen narrowed his eyes, will he fall in love? Ha ha!

"Tang Qiang, it doesn't matter if I lose love or not, but do you want to lose your job?"

Tong Tangqiang: "..."

He began to concentrate on picking out the beans in the box lunch.

By the end of the night, Mo Zhen was so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers. However, he still refused Tang Qiang's offer to drive him back and drove back to the villa area.

As soon as I parked the car in the garage, the cell phone in my pocket vibrated twice. Mo Zhen took out his mobile phone and glanced at it. There was a new unread text message. The long string of numbers on the screen is undoubtedly Master.

"Do you have time tomorrow? I want to meet the little girl ghost in your family."

Mo Mozhen stared at the line for two minutes before typing it out.

"it is good."

Putting the mobile phone back into the pocket of his clothes, Mo Zhen sighed, leaning back on the back of the chair a little tired. He called Cui and asked Mr. Cui for a long day's leave. By the way, he informed Tang Qiang that Mo Zhen got out of the car.

I looked at the familiar door, but he suddenly felt that he did not have the courage to push it away.

站 Standing at the door for a while, Mo Zhen took a breath before entering the password to unlock the door.

"Hazel, you're back!" A Yao was like staying at home for a day. He was broken, and Mo Zhen couldn't wait to meet him when he came in.

"Huh." Mo Zhen looked at her enthusiastic face, and simply answered the word of grace, and walked inwardly.

Even if Ayao is slow, she also notices that Mo Zhen is deliberately avoiding her.

Glancing at Mo Zhen's back for a few moments, she floated to the kitchen happily again, "Hazel, today I boiled white porridge! You had so bad stomach pain yesterday, you have to eat a little light today."

Mo Zhen subconsciously glanced into the kitchen. There was an iron pot on the gas hood, and he could still see the heat.

Ayao followed his gaze and proudly introduced: "This is the wicked white porridge No. 2 I made, and the taste is much better than No. 1!"

Mo Mozhen: "..."

He narrowed his lips, put down the key and sat down on the sofa. "I asked Master to come home tomorrow."

Ayao's raised mouth gradually collapsed. She stood there for a long time before pulling her head.

Mo Mozhen looked at her low look and could not help but soften her heart. Forcing herself not to look at her, Mo Zhen held the cushion behind her in her arms, and two slender fingers played with its soft corner, "How can you recover your memory? Are you upset?"

I felt like I was pricked by the tip of my needle, and my heart was stinging somehow. Ah Yao sucked his nose and looked up at Mo Zhen. "Hazel, am I leaving?"

I cried in my voice.

Although Ayao has always been an acting school, Mo Zhen knows that she is not acting this time.

The stomach pain that had long since subsided swept again. Mo Zhen clung tightly to the cushions in his arms, and never looked up at A Yao, "You didn't belong here."

You did not belong here.

I was like the day when Ayao suddenly appeared in front of her house. One day, she had to leave.

"I'm too tired today, go upstairs to sleep first." Mo Zhen lowered the cushion in her arms and stood up from the sofa.

Ayao watched him pass by, watch him step by step up the stairs, watch him close the door.

He's right, he doesn't belong here.

A Yao curled up holding her legs where Mo Zhen had just sat, suddenly feeling a little cold.

I really seem to be going to winter.

Mo Mozhen was sleepless all night. When the sky was shining, the doorbell ringing from the heartbroken door was heard from the first floor.

"Mo Zhen, if you don't open the door again, I will come in myself."