After half a month of peace, Mo Mingjin came back every night, sometimes early, sometimes late, but no matter what time it was, he would never forget to suppress Fang Xinyu once.

This became the only way for them to communicate their feelings, Fang Xinyu didn't know what kind of feelings Mo Mingjin had for her, but at least, he liked her body.

The words that the two of them have said can be counted clearly by each other, and Fang Xinyu also touched his character a little, and changed from the beginning of the initiative to talk to silence.

Today is Sunday, Sister Zhang called her and said that Yezun had a very big customer who asked her to accompany her, and she gave an excuse to perfunctory, so that she would have a holiday tonight and not have to come to work. Fang Xinyu was like a mirror in her heart, and she naturally agreed quickly, and thanked her sweetly.

After reading the book for a while, she went out into the garden with a drawing board and a stand. She'd been here a few times during this time, and the garden was staggeringly large. The plum blossoms in winter are very good, the whole piece is red, with the snow scene that has just fallen, and the beautiful lights make people very happy to see.

When Mo Mingjin came back at ten o'clock, he saw the lights in the bedroom, took off his coat and walked inside. However, there was no one inside, so he calmly went to look for other rooms, until he couldn't find it, and he frowned.

He called the housekeeper on an internal call, and the housekeeper said that the young lady had been in the garden three hours earlier.

Snowflakes were falling outside, not big, but the wind was biting. As soon as Mo Mingjin entered the garden, he saw a woman sitting under the pavilion concentrating.

She was still wearing gloves and the cheap coat she used to wear, sometimes with her head down, sometimes with her head up. The long hair hangs down when he looks down, and when he looks up, he shows a delicate side face.

A gust of wind blew, and Fang Xinyu looked into the distance while brushing the messy hair on his forehead behind his ears with his hands.

Mo Mingjin saw her slender neck, and when the two were obsessed and drunk, he thought it was beautiful. At this moment, he also feels beautiful.

However, along with it, there is darkness.

Fang Xinyu drew to the end and stretched his waist. Her feet were about to be numb from the cold, so she stood up and jumped, and when she turned her head, she saw Mo Mingjin walking towards her.

He wears a long black trench coat and emerges from a dark spot where there is no light. Step by step, like a terrible ghost climbing up from hell, like a Yama emerging from the netherworld.

Fang Xinyu subconsciously took two steps back, cramped and uneasy. Her impulsiveness was shattered by his silence and imminence in the past half a month, "You...... You're back?"

Mo Mingjin still ignored it and turned her head to look at her painting. The painting is really good, although he is not an insider, when he sees the line and the whole, he feels lifelike and the artistic conception is very beautiful.

He withdrew his gaze and approached her. Fang Xinyu stepped back until his back hit the pillar under the pavilion.

Mo Mingjin lowered his eyes to look at her, his gaze was deep, distant, complex, and cold. Fang Xinyu grabbed the corner of his clothes and forced himself to raise his head and meet his eyes.

After a long time, Mo Mingjin's hand came to her clothes and made a gesture to remove her coat.

She bit her lip and grabbed his arm with courage. The force is very small, like a cat.

Mo Mingjin's eyebrows twisted, and his movements suddenly became rough.

She panicked, and he couldn't hear her crying cold.

The body was flipped over, and Fang Xinyu's whole body trembled. The moonlight gently sprinkled on the earth, the red plum was brighter, the snow was brighter, she ...... More and more delicate and cute.

For a moment, Mo Mingjin felt that he was addicted.

Such a beautiful woman, such a warm body, such a clean soul.