The little girl downstairs sang for a while and stopped singing.

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

Mo Xiu had almost eaten, drinking wine, listening to him casually, occasionally echoing a few words.

The tourists on the hotel terrace dispersed one after another, and the beach was silent in the middle of the night.

Jiang Ci glanced at the watch: "It's eleven o'clock, Mo Xiu, it's time for you to go back and rest. Don't stay up late, it's bad for your health."

"My body is like this, what else is there to be good or not?"

"You have to choke on whatever I say. I'm just for your own good. If you don't listen, I'll go back. I'll be so sleepy." Jiang Ci yawned and left the private room.

The beach at eleven o'clock was silent. Close your eyes and you could hear the sound of the sea water slapping on the coast, one after another.

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

The night is as cool as water. The evening breeze in summer blows away the sand and stones on the beach. Seagulls fly by in the sky, making lonely screams.

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

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

The corridor was extremely quiet, only Mo Xiu's wheelchair was ringing.

The hotel he stayed in is not far from here.

After going downstairs, Mo Xiu held his wheelchair and passed through a garden corridor. Under the moonlight, Mo Xiu's mask emitted a cold and quiet luster.

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

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

In New York, not many people recognize him, and the voice is extremely familiar.

Mo Xiu stopped.

"Ha... It's you, I knew you were in the United States." Ning An got drunk and ran over with his courage, ran to him, and staggered.

Her eyes were filled with hatred eyes, staring at Mo Xiu's eyes, her face was filled with red drunkenness.

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

No one has called his name for many years. Mo Xiu's eyes sterned, and a deep and restrained luster spread in his eyes. His pupils were clear moonlight.

How could she know that he is Song Shaoyan?

Ning An was drunk too much, and seeing that Song Shaoyan did not speak, he accused him coldly: "Song Shaoyan, it turns out that you are still alive, five years... Even if you are still alive in five years, you are not willing to let me go, right? Is it enough for you to take revenge on me for so many years? What about Ning An? Even if you got married, you agreed in person. But what about you? You cheated on the mistress during marriage and bullied me and betrayed me. Do you really think I am a wooden man, have no heart? You don't want to marry me, you could have refused at the beginning, but you didn't, because you are selfish and you want to use me!"

Ning An's eyes turned red in a bad mood.

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

She stared straight into Mo Xiu's eyes, but from the beginning to the end, there was no turbulence in his eyes.
Chapter completed!