Chapter 427 Saving the Poor Little...
Mo Xiangyang took Nan Jia to the studio to do makeup. The staff brought a pair of 8cm silver sequined high heels, which were indeed the same as the gradient fishtail skirt Nan Jia was about to wear. It was a perfect match, but Mo Xiangyang refused. Mo Xiangyang ordered: "Go and change into a pair of lower high heels."
Mo Xiangyang remembered that Nan Jia was uncomfortable, so he gave special instructions.
In addition, Mo Xiangyang took the baby warm patch bought by his assistant, and handed it to Nan Jia with a gentle tone: "Nan Jia, please put this on, it will make you feel more comfortable."
Nanjia took it with a smile.
The makeup artist on the side said in an envious tone: "Wow, Mr. Mo is so considerate. He is so kind to Miss Nan."
"It's just that other men only say drink more hot water! How can he be like Mr. Mo?" You are always so considerate.”
Listening to the supportive words around him, Nanjia smiled awkwardly and said nothing, but she was complaining in her heart.
If Mo Yan was around now, he would definitely not let himself wear an unwarm skirt to accompany him to the wine party. Instead, he would let himself go home and rest.
Mo Xiangyang kept talking about the wine party. Nanjia didn't think much about it, but looking at the flashing lights in front of him, Nanjia paused in his heart.
"Mr. Mo, this is not a simple drinking party, right?"
Mo Xiangyang comforted: "You don't have to think too much, just think of it as a simple drinking party. I didn't tell you at the time, I’m afraid you’ll be under a lot of pressure.”
Nan Jia frowned slightly, damn, his purpose in bringing him here today was impure! Doesn't he want the media to report the scandal between the two people, and then take advantage of public opinion and force himself to submit?
Nanjia doesn’t know what to say. Does she care about what others say?
Mo Xiangyang noticed the change in Nanjia's expression. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you want to go?"
Nan Jia said in a joking tone: "Hey, it costs less money. If you had said you were attending such a big event, I would have doubled it."
Mo Xiangyang smiled and shook his head: "You Don't worry, I won't be harsh on you. ...I’ll take you to the red carpet.”
“Okay”
Mo Xiangyang got out of the car and straightened his suit, then reached out to Nan Jia, and Nan Jia put his hand on Mo Xiangyang’s. Hands gracefully leaning out of the car. "Kakaka"
All media focused on Nan Jia and Mo Xiangyang.
Nan Jia had a decent smile on her face and was generous.
"Mr. Mo, what is your relationship with Nanjia?"
"Mr. Mo, you have never attended such events, why did you suddenly do so?"
< br>Media questions came one after another, and neither Nan Jia nor Mo Xiangyang answered.
But Mo Xiangyang's intimate behavior seemed to give him a clear answer.
Mo Xiangyang lowered his head slightly. He leaned close to Nan Jia's ear and whispered softly: "Nan Jia, how do you feel now? Do you still have a stomachache?"
Nan Jia nodded and admitted: "Yes. , it hurts.”
“Kakaka”
Listening to the sound of the shutter being clicked crazily beside him, Nanjia was very glad that Mo Yan didn’t have any feelings for him now. Otherwise, if he sees the media's fabricated reports, he will die or I will die.
Mo Xiangyang was probably very satisfied with Nanjia's behavior today, and he didn't do anything excessive in the future.
After the reception, he sent Nan Jia home. When he arrived at Nan Jia's door, he did not insist on sending Nan Jia upstairs, but complied with Nan Jia's wishes.
After Nanjia got on the elevator alone, she breathed a sigh of relief, finally no longer having to pretend.
The elevator door opened, and the person suddenly appeared at the door, which made Nanjia shrink suddenly.
(End of this chapter)