From the dormitory to the school gate, you have to pass through the playground and the teaching building, and the road is not short. Qiao Yingying walked briskly without squinting, not noticing the amazing gazes cast by the pedestrians around her, thinking that she was about to see Guan Mufeng, the corners www.biquge.info of her mouth couldn't help but curl.

The school gate could not be parked for a long time, the driver parked the car nearby, Guan Mufeng got out of the car and walked to the school gate alone.

He didn't plan to work today, he wore a smoke-blue British T-shirt and light gray trousers, and his casual dress and idle pace made his whole person look a little more gentle and idle.

On weekends, the school gate is always crowded in and out. Walking slowly with his head down, his long legs and his posture were upright, Guan Mufeng, who was handsome, quickly attracted the attention of pedestrians. However, his expression was too cold and severe, and there was a majesty that could not be concealed, and passers-by did not dare to look at it.

So they looked at another figure coming out of the campus, and it was very eye-catching anyway.

Qiao Yingying saw Guan Mufeng's figure from a distance, and suddenly her little face was happy, and she ran towards him on her feet.

She smiled very happily, and her already peach blossom-like amiable and lovely face made people even more intimate. Passers-by slowed down and followed her with admiration and amazement. Guan Mufeng also saw the little girl coming towards him like a butterfly, and unconsciously quickened his pace and walked towards her, his face became gentle.

This picture is like a reunion of a pair of lovers who miss each other, braving a strong sweetness.

"Sir!" Qiao Yingying stood still in front of Guan Mufeng and called out crisply.

Seeing her looking up at herself with a happy face, her dark eyes were shining, Guan Mufeng bent the corners of his mouth, and said gently: "Don't run so fast next time, be careful of wrestling." ”

Qiao Yingying stretched out her feet: "Don't be afraid, the flat shoes I wear won't fall." ”

Her smug appearance was particularly cute, the corners of Guan Mufeng's mouth curled even more, glanced at the crowd around her who were suddenly walking more slowly, and said softly: "Let's go, send you over." ”

"Hmm!" Qiao Yingying nodded, and walked in the direction of the parking beside him.

There are various shops in the vicinity of the school, especially small restaurants for eating, and the smoke and fire are thick. They shuttled through the crowd side by side, walking briskly, in a comfortable mood, and did not need to speak, looking at each other and smiling, with their own familiar tacit understanding.

Since Qiao Yingying left his house, they haven't gotten along so casually and easily for a long time, even if they see each other often these days, but when they are in the company, Qiao Yingying is always a little restrained.

Guan Mufeng looked down at the pink little face, a light smile on the corner of her mouth, obviously in a good mood. He also became happy, and his cold expression gradually melted, like a ray of sunlight rising from a snowy glacier, making people feel extra warm.

His gaze swept over her delicate snow-white shoulders and neck, remembering something, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he couldn't help coughing lightly, trying to pull back his thoughts.

"It's beautiful today. He spoke suddenly, his voice extremely soft.

Qiao Yingying was stunned when she heard this, and she couldn't believe her ears. She couldn't help but raise her head and look at Guan Mufeng, seeing that he was looking at her gently, her face suddenly turned red, and her heartbeat began to speed up.

"Sir... Are you complimenting me?" she looked at him with big eyes still in disbelief.

She looked expectant and with a hint of timidity, like a timid little rabbit, who wanted to eat the grass in her master's hand, but was afraid of rejection.

Guan Mufeng's inky eyes were soft, he reached out and rubbed the top of her hair, curled the corners of his mouth and said, "It's not a boast, you have always been beautiful." ”

Qiao Yingying pursed her lips, trying her best to hold back the joy that bloomed like fireworks in her heart, for fear of revealing something smug, lowered her head, twisted her body, and whispered: "Mr. is also very good-looking." ”