71: C71 Could It be Her Misconception

C71 Could It be Her Misconception

Mo Wan lowered her head and was about to say something when she did not expect a strong force to hit her. Her body was hit hard and she fell to the ground. The shirt in her hand also fell to the ground.

There was a burning pain on her knees. She took a cold breath and looked up, but she could only see Pei Yihuan chasing after a figure.

That figure was wearing a black suit. It was simple, fashionable, and generous. If it was not Zuo Lan, who could it be?

Just now, she actually thought of comforting him. It seemed that she really overestimated herself!

A mocking smile appeared on her face as Mo Wan's hands landed on the ground. As she gasped, she propped up her body that fell to the ground.

Her gaze fell on the shirt that had fallen to the side and was already stained with dust. Mo Wan did not know what kind of feeling she had in her heart. Dragging her aching legs, she slowly picked up the shirt and patted away the dust on it before putting it back into the box.

At this time, the sky was already dark. The night sky descended and the night sky was filled with stars.

Standing on the street, dragging her painful legs, she felt helpless and at a loss.

After thinking for a long time, she mustered her courage to stop a passerby and used awkward and unnatural English to ask about the way back to the hotel.

But unfortunately, the passerby she stopped was actually a Japanese. He knew nothing about English, so he shrugged his shoulders and left.

She frowned and felt helpless. She wanted to find a place to sit down and wait for the pain on her knee to dissipate before making any plans.

However, she moved her feet and accidentally stepped on the foot of the person behind her. She hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, sory!"

"It's alright, you can speak Mandarin, I can still understand a few sentences."

Although Mandarin was awkward and awkward, Mo Wan's face was filled with excitement and joy. She turned around and saw a foreign man in his thirties standing behind her.

"This is great! Can you tell me how to get back to the water villa?" A bright and friendly smile appeared on her face.

"Of course!" The foreign man's gaze moved. When his eyes looked at her face, there was a flash of malicious intent...

"Thank you very much!" Mo Wan looked at the middle-aged man with gratitude.

To meet someone who could communicate with her on a foreign street was like giving her a warm feeling in her heart.

"It's alright." The middle-aged man continued to speak that shoddy Mandarin. "But the bus you're taking hasn't arrived yet. Do you want to sit here and rest for a while?"

"Excuse me, may I ask, what's the number of the bus I'm taking?"

"Number 303, the bus stop sign is on your right. Take the bus from here. Its final destination is the waterfront villa."

"Thank you!" Mo Wan thanked him gratefully again. The abrasion on her leg hurt again. She could not help but clench her teeth.

"Beautiful miss, you seem to be a little uncomfortable. You should sit there first and wait for the car to arrive before leaving."

The middle-aged man smiled amiably. However, a dark light flashed through his eyes, making people feel somewhat evil and their hearts tremble.

At this time, Mo Wan was dragging her aching legs forward, so she did not notice the abnormal look in his eyes.

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The assistant and bodyguards beside Zuo Lan stopped the reporters and Pink from coming closer.

But how could the fans and reporters let it go? They kept pushing forward and the reporters kept asking questions.

The crowd was really quite crowded. Zuo Lan stood still and gestured for the bodyguards to stop. Then she looked at the crowd with a charming smile. "Please be careful, everyone. Don't be crowded. Don't step on others. I have something to say now, so please be quiet, okay?"

Hearing that gentle voice and that beautiful face, everyone's steps involuntarily paused as they quietly listened.

"As for me, I also really want to accept your interviews and take pictures of all your fans so that they can sign for you. But I'm sorry, time doesn't allow it. The plane will take off in half an hour. Do you really have the heart to see me not catch up to the plane?"0

"Then, answer one question and only one question. Okay? " A female reporter requested.

She smiled helplessly and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't seem to have any room for rejection."

"You don't have any schedule for activities these days, so why are you rushing back to America in such a hurry? Is it because you miss someone? " The female reporter asked very directly.

Zuo Lan's deep and charming eyes slightly narrowed and seemed to be somewhat distressed. "How do you want to answer this question? You know my character. I don't like to lie, no matter what the question is. Although this question makes me very distressed, I will still answer honestly. What this female reporter said is indeed correct. "

Instantly, the crowd began to boil as they discussed amongst themselves.

"Then may I ask Miss Zuo again? Is the person you spoke of a man or a woman?" The female reporter took advantage of the situation and asked again.

"A man." Zuo Lan still had a straightforward expression and did not hide anything.

Everyone looked at each other curiously and refused to let go of the matter. "May I ask Miss Zuo, what is your relationship?"

"It's a friend's relationship. He's been in a bad condition recently, and because he's going to have surgery soon, I have to return to China as soon as possible."

"Is it really just a friend? Miss Zuo, may I know his name?"

"We agreed on one question, but I've already answered three questions. Since I'm so trustworthy, on account of my honesty... Can you let me go? " Zuo Lan joked with a smile.

Hearing this, the reporters also burst into laughter. They just stood in the distance and took photos. They did not push forward anymore.

It was a true encounter. Zuo Lan's temper was very good every time. She always told the truth and did not lie. So every time she was interviewed, it would make people feel happy and relaxed.

She waved at the crowd with a smile and then walked forward.

Standing in the same place, she did not move forward. Pei Yihuan just quietly looked at her from the corner of his eyes. He looked at her confident and shining face, and the thin figure when she left.

His gaze was like the deepest ocean, fixed on her body...

After taking two steps forward, Zuo Lan suddenly stopped in her tracks. The assistant at the side looked at her in confusion. "What is it?"

"I keep feeling that someone is looking at me..." Zuo Lan frowned and said slowly.

She felt this kind of feeling when she was in the banquet hall. The gaze was too strong and it was hard to ignore it.

"Do you need me to call some more bodyguards over?" The assistant immediately looked nervous.

"It's okay..." Zuo Lan turned around and looked at him, but she did not find anything special. Was it her misconception?

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