The little girl downstairs stopped singing for a while.

Jiang Ci drank a little too much. He stood at the window and looked at the endless ocean and bright moon in the distance, chatting to Mo Xiu.

Mo Xiu had almost finished eating. He was drinking wine and listening to what he said casually, occasionally chiming in a few words.

The tourists on the hotel terrace gradually dispersed, and the beach was silent late at night.

Jiang Ci glanced at his watch: "It's eleven o'clock, Mo Xiu, you should go back and rest. Don't stay up late, it's not good for your health."

"My body is just like this, what else can I do?"

"You have to choke on everything I say before I give up. I'm just doing it for your own good. If you don't listen, forget it. If you don't go back, I'll go back. I'm so sleepy." Jiang Ci yawned and left the private room.

The beach is quiet at eleven o'clock. If you close your eyes, you can hear the sound of the sea lapping at the shore, one after another.

Mo Xiu walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with his wheelchair and looked out at the sea.

The night was as cool as water, and the summer evening breeze blew away the sand and stones on the beach. Seagulls flew across the sky, making lonely calls.

He also drank a lot of wine and felt very hot all over.

After watching for a long time, he left the private room.

The corridor was extremely quiet, with only the sound of Mo Xiu's wheelchair making any noise.

The hotel he lives in is not far from here.

After going downstairs, Mo Xiu helped the wheelchair pass through a garden corridor. Under the moonlight, Mo Xiu's mask exuded a cold and quiet luster.

There is no one here, Mo Xiu is driving on the corridor.

"Mo Xiu?" Suddenly, he heard a woman behind him calling his name.

Not many people in New York recognized him, and this voice was extremely familiar.

Mo Xiu stopped.

"Ha... it's you indeed. I knew you were in the United States." Ning An drank too much and ran over boldly, staggering in front of him.

Her eyes were full of hatred, staring into Mo Xiu's eyes, and her face was flushed with drunkenness.

"Maybe I shouldn't call you Mo Xiu, right?" Ning An held her breath in her chest. For so long, she was almost breathless, "Song Shaoyan, you despicable and shameless villain! Song

Shao Yan, you are still so shameless!"

No one had called his name for many years. Mo Xiu's eyes flashed with a deep and restrained luster, and his pupils were filled with clear moonlight.

How did she know he was Song Shaoyan?

Ning An drank too much, and when Song Shaoyan didn't speak, he accused coldly: "Song Shaoyan, it turns out you are still alive for five years... Even if you are still alive in five years, you are not willing to let me go, right?

?Is it enough that you have retaliated against me for so many years? I, Ning'an, did nothing wrong. Even if I got married, you personally agreed to it. But what about you? You cheated on me during marriage and supported your mistress, and you even teamed up with her to bully me and betray me. You

Do you really think that I am a stupid person with no heart? If you don't want to marry me, you could have refused at the beginning, but you didn't because you are selfish and want to take advantage of me!"

Ning An's eyes turned red in disappointment.

She accused every word, and her cold voice sounded a bit more desolate in the night.

She stared straight into Mo Xiu's eyes, but from beginning to end, there was no wave in his eyes.

"Song Shaoyan, you are fine now. You have found Gu Huiyin again. Let's live a good life together, okay?" Ning An's tone was full of pleading and coolness, "Stay away from me, just pretend we have never met.
Chapter completed!