Good Morning, Miss Ghost Chapter 30.2

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Chapter 30.2

　　On the way to the studio, Mo Zhen wanted nothing else but to sit on the Land Rover and sleep. Tang Qiang, who was following him, glanced at the obvious green and black circles under his eyes and raised his eyebrow. “Emperor Mo, are you feeling troubled?”

　　He pointed at his own eyes.

　　Mo Zhen's neck shrunk deeper into his collar, his eyes closed as he ignored Tang Qiang.

　　But Tang Qiang would not let this piece of gossip go, he sat down beside Mo Zhen and poked his shoulders with his index finger. “Say, who is so capable to make Emperor Mo sleepless at night?”

　　Mo Zhen slowly opened his eyes and looked sideways at Tang Qiang: “You.”

　　Tang Qiang: “…”

　　Mo Zhen’s acting skills was definitely not something to joke about, with his dignified tone and deep eyes that stared into your soul, even Tang Qiang felt himself being fooled for a moment.

　　With his heart leaping, Tang Qiang ‘s Adam’s apple rolled up and down and finally issued a grunt, “Mo, Mo Zhen, don't scare me please, or else I'll really believe you.

　　Mo Zhen looked lazily at him, “Then my acting skills are quite good.”

　　Tang Qiang: “…”

　　The King of the Acting Emperor Industry is really extraordinary ah!

　　 Tang Qiang was still thinking about how he was s.e.xually hara.s.sed after asking about dark circles. When the makeup a.s.sistant saw the dark circles under Mo Zhen's eyes, she grinned from ear to ear.

　　Finally a chance to touch Emperor Mo! Even with dark circles, he's still cute!

　　However, unfortunately, after Mo Zhen's makeup had been finished, the young makeup a.s.sistant could only quietly take back her hands as Mo Zhen glanced at himself in the mirror, and then left to go film.

　　Now that Ah Yao was not by his side, the studio seemed to be quiet. Although Tang Qiang was still by his side like a saddle on a horse, Mo Zhen felt as if the studio was a little empty.

　　Perhaps, it wasn't the studio that was empty, maybe it was his heart? Mo Zhen suddenly felt a little funny, he was acting like a broken-hearted young girl.

　　Tang Qiang's hand holding the boxed lunch froze in its place, he stared at Mo Zhen's not yet disappeared smile and swallowed fearfully, “Mo Zhen, you are very strange today, you aren't in love right?” He said, but then changed his mind,” No, it's more like you are lovelorn. “

　　Mo Zhen squinted in thought, he was lovelorn? Ha ha!

　　”Tang Qiang, whether I am lovelorn or not is not important, but do you want to lose your job?”

　　Tang Qiang: “…”

　　He began to concentrate on picking up the peas inside the lunch box.

　　Working until the evening, Mo Zhen was so tired he didn't even want to lift a finger. But he still refused Tang Qiang's proposal to send him back and drove his own car back to the villa area.

　　Just as he was parking in the garage, the phone in his pocket vibrated a few times. Mo Zhen took out the phone and looked at it, a few unread messages appeared on the screen. The long string of numbers on the screen undoubtedly belonged to Master.

　　”Do you have time tomorrow? I want to meet your little girl.”

　　Mo Zhen stared at the line of words for two minutes before replying.

　　”Okay.”

　　Put the phone back into his pocket, Mo Zhen sighed bitterly and tiredly leaned back on the car seat. After calling Director Cui to ask for a half-day leave and informing Tang Qiang, Mo Zhen came down from the car.

　　Looking at the familiar door, he suddenly lacked the courage to push open that door.

　　Standing in front of the door for a while, Mo Zhen took a deep breath and entered the pa.s.sword to unlock the door.

　　”Zhen Zhen you came back!” It was as if Ah Yao was about to erupt after being forced to stay home all day, after Mo Zhen walked in, she drifted towards him in excitement.

　　”Ah,” Mo Zhen glanced at her pa.s.sionate expression, and simply walked past her gracefully like an Emperor to his subjects.

　　Even if Ah Yao was a little slow on some matters, even she had already realized that Mo Zhen was deliberately avoiding her.

　　Staring blankly at the back of Mo Zhen, she drifted into the kitchen, “Zhen Zhen, today I boiled porridge ah! You had such a terrible stomach ache yesterday, eat a little lighter today.”

　　Mo Ze subconsciously looked at the kitchen, a pot sat under the gas fume hood- he could still see the faint traces of heat.

　　Ah Yao with her bright eyes continued to explain it to him, “This is my White Demon Porridge 2.0, the taste has much improved since the first version,”

　　Mo: “…”

　　He bit his lips, put down his keys, and sat down on the couch. “Master is coming here tomorrow.”

　　Ah Yao's smiling mouth gradually drooped down, she stood in place for a long time and finally, bowing her head as she said an, "Oh" sound.

　　When Mo Zhen glanced at her depressed expression, his heart could not help but go soft. Forcing himself not to look at her, Mo Zhen sat with two large cus.h.i.+ons in his arms, his two slender fingers played around with the corners of the pillows, “What's wrong? Aren't you happy that you'll recover your memory?”

　　As if she had been stabbed by a needle, her heart felt as if it was tingling. Ah Yao sniffed and raised her head to look at Mo Zhen, “Zhen Zhen, do I have to leave now?”

　　Her voice was m.u.f.fled in tears.

　　Although Ah Yao was a very good actress, however, Mo Zhen knew for sure that this time, she was not acting.

　　The stomach pain that had already pa.s.sed swept once again, Mo Zhen tightly hugged the cus.h.i.+ons in his arms, the entire time he did not even glance at Ah Yao, “You never belonged here in the first place.”

　　You do not belong here.

　　He always knew that like the day Ah Yao had suddenly appeared on his doorstep, one day she would also have to leave.

　　”I am too tired today, I'll first go to bed and sleep.” Mo Zhen put down the pillows in his arms and got up from the couch.

　　Ah Yao stared as he pa.s.sed by, watching him as he walked step by step up the stairs, and continued to watch him as he closed the door.

　　He is right, she does not belong here.

　　Ah Yao hugged her legs as she curled up on the spot of the sofa Mo Zhen had just sat on and suddenly felt a little cold.

　　Winter would probably be arriving soon.

　　For Mo Zhen, it was a sleepless night once again, when the first light of dawn shone through the window, the sound of the doorbell echoed in the quiet house as a voice rang out, traveling from the first floor to upstairs.

　　”Mo Zhen, if you don't open the door soon, I'll come in myself.”

someone come cry with me.