On the terrace on the second floor, He Guaner leaned against a marble pillar, biting his lip and holding his mobile phone in a daze.

She hesitated several times, but finally let go of the voice button on WeChat, slid her finger upward, and canceled the sending.

After thinking about it, she deleted the first voice she had just sent to Gu Nian.

Although she knew that the other side was Gu Nian, who could no longer hear her voice, but under the effect of the moral bottom line, she still couldn't rest assured that she would tell Mo Chunshan's secret.

It seems that it is still not enough to have no bottom line-He Wan'er thought, and as he sighed, he heard footsteps from far and near on his side.

He Wan'er was excited, and subconsciously turned his head and saw Mo Chunshan walking slowly.

God, fortunately she didn't speak ill of him, otherwise if he heard half a star, he wouldn't know how it would have ended.

Being scolded is light, and it is not good to be killed to be unjust-she doesn't know An Ruoyu's fate, Mo Chunshan's methods are really unguardable, and with his understanding of her, he is afraid that he can set a deep and big trap for her to drill at will.

She was a little flustered, but she happened to be in front of his eyes, and the dark eyes reflected a glimmer of light, as if there was a sporadic light source in a quiet dark tunnel.

She hurriedly looked away, her chaotic thoughts temporarily retracted, and she bred up to deal with him.

Mo Chunshan paced over, looked at her slightly lowered eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Well," He Wan'er stroked the hair around his ears and nodded crampedly, "a little homesick." ”

"Really?" Mo Chunshan squinted slightly, slightly scrutinizing, "Then I haven't seen you contact your family for a day today?"

There was a deep meaning in his eyes, and He Wan was afraid that he would see something and be in a hurry to change the topic.

She hurriedly put the culprit mobile phone into her bag, but her hand was stuck by the hard and narrow body.

What kind of bag is this, it's really an anti-human design! It's embarrassing to sell it so expensive, and a bunch of people grab it.

He Wan'er had a bitter face, and it was easy to pull his hand out of the bag, and the back of his hand had been drawn by the hard corners of the two red envelopes in the bag.

She had an idea, and quickly took out the two red envelopes and handed them to Mo Chunshan.

"Your family gave it just now. She said, sneering, "Now hand over to the father." ”

Mo Chunshan frowned and looked at the red envelope in front of him, his face full of disgust: "Isn't this your tip? What are you doing for me? Do you think I look like a beggar?"

He Wan'er simply lost his temper and glared at him: "Then you think I'm a beggar?"

"Isn't it?" Mo's ** smiled, "a strong woman with an annual salary of 200,000 yuan." ”

"You!" He Wan'er stomped his feet angrily, and his momentum came up in just a second, and he was sneezed by the cold wind into his nose.

Mo Chunshan smiled happily, shook his head, took off his coat, and wanted to put it on her shoulders.

He Wan'er moved and dodged for a while, waving his hand to refuse: "I'm not cold, I'm not cold, it's just that my nose is a little itchy because of the heater." ”

What the hell, Boss Mo is really addicted to acting? With his weak little body, he is afraid that he will go to the hospital when the night breeze blows, why is he embarrassed to take off his clothes and act handsome?

"What are you doing with your teeth and claws?" Mo Chunshan's voice lowered, with an expression that could not be ignored, "Let you wear it, there are still people watching us in secret." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed her forearm, dragging him a little closer to himself.

He Wan'er was shocked, so he had to remain motionless and let him put his clothes on her.

"Don't be embarrassed, it's ugly. Mo Chunshan squinted his eyes dissatisfied, his voice was warning, and then grabbed the collar of one coat with one hand, and then pulled it in the middle.

So He Guan'er was squeezed into his coat, and his hands were taken out.

"What are you doing!" she protested, "making zongzi?"

Mo Chunshan smiled without saying a word, letting go of the hand on the collar, and the height of his gaze was just opposite her eyes.

This woman, wearing ten-centimeter high heels, is almost as tall as him, such a height difference, I have to say that it is just right.

He Wan'er took a step back awkwardly, remembering that Mo Chunshan had just said that there were still people watching, and he stopped abruptly, not daring to stay too far away from him.

Mo Chunshan doesn't smoke, and there is no smell she hates the most on her clothes, but a faint woody fragrance that is cold.

It was the fragrance and slight acidity of the citrus peeled off the moment, mixed with a little bit of crisp and slightly bitter smell, reminiscent of the moss traces on the stones by the cold spring, and a hint of very light water.

And she could barely smell this smell just now, that is, she was wearing his coat to be able to catch the extremely subtle breath.

He Wan'er remembered Caijia's love for perfume, and couldn't help but speculate that this perfume was also chosen by Caijia for him, right?

Clear and transparent, it is very suitable for Mochun Mountain.

Remembering that she was actually pondering the smell of him, she blushed again, but her eyes kept turning in his direction.

After taking off his coat, Mo Chunshan had a shirt and a thin blazer on his body, and he looked thin.

Mo Chunshan doesn't seem to have the habit of wearing sweaters, except in the bitterly cold plateau, and after returning to Gyeongju, He Waner has seen him wear the most shirt and suit, or shirt and coat combination.

It's good-looking, but she doesn't wear a down jacket and will die, so naturally she can't understand this kind of behavior of not being handsome by temperature.

She couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you really cold?"

"What do you say?" he replied, and the next second his right hand spread out and lifted over the left side of her face.

The cold cheeks instantly felt the temperature of his palm, and the next second the blood was used in her head, and every nerve in her place was extremely sensitive.

He even felt the subtle sensation of the thin calluses on the sides of his fingers gliding over the skin of his face.

In just a second, He Wan'er was already stunned, and when he took his hand away, his face quickly turned red.

This is the first skin-to-skin blind date today? one, two, three?

Ahhhh

He Wan'er was about to pound the ground in a frenzy: "Mo Chunshan, do you know that this is called indecent assault?"

"Bear with it," Mo Chunshan said at the right time, just right to stop her rampage, "When everyone is gone, you can settle accounts with me, and when the time comes, it's no problem to beat or increase your salary." ”

He Wan'er was angry: "What do you mean? I'll let you touch it if you give you money? No, I'm going to choose to beat it!"

"Okay, you have the final say," Mo Chunshan spread his hands, with a half-smile in his eyes, "I'm afraid you won't be reluctant." ”

He Guan'er opened his mouth slightly, and it took a long time before he had the strength to reply: "Could it be that you are always a garlic clove turned into a piece of Zhuzhu Immortal Grass? Why do you feel that you are so fragrant? Or I will beat you up first and you can't take care of yourself?"

"Alright, no kidding," he said with a slight distance from her, "while there is still time, I'll tell you something serious." ”

"What?" He Wan'er was stunned, seeing that he was serious, he couldn't help but put away his expression, and asked, "What do you want to say?"