"Ming Yu. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Mu Weiwei watched the sun go up. I couldn't help but look worried in my eyes.

"It's going to be hot in the afternoon. ”

"I know. Cheng Mingyu's expression was faint, as if he didn't care much.

Mu Weiwei's lips squirmed, and she didn't make a sound.

"Come on, Ming Yu. ”

Mu Weiwei was worried about him, but she still chose to believe him.

After walking for a while and talking to Cheng Mingyu for a while, Mu Weiwei had already recovered.

Slowly stopped relying on Cheng Mingyu to walk, and Cheng Mingyu, who had failed to hold for a while, had an indescribable loss in his heart.

Looking at Mu Wei's high ponytail on the back of her head, she felt that her heart was also swaying with her.

"Vivi. Cheng Mingyu finally called her name, and Mu Weiwei looked at Cheng Mingyu sideways. His clear eyes were unblemished and reflected in his face completely.

Cheng Mingyu's heart jumped, as if she had him in her eyes and heart.

The corners of Mu Weiwei's mouth curled slightly with a shallow smile, and the moment she spoke, Cheng Mingyu seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming.

"Ming Yu. ”

She is the default. Finish.

Cheng Mingyu didn't show a smile on his face, but the streamer in his eyes was almost blind.

It's so cute. Mu Weiwei curled her fingers imperceptibly, really wanting to rub his hair.

Something has changed between them, right!

The afternoon games followed, and Mu Weiwei's fists were clenched tightly, showing her nervousness, and she was afraid that Cheng Mingyu's body would not be able to hold on.

The boys' competition is more intense and more interesting than the girls' competition.

As soon as the referee's gun sounded, a column of boys started, scrambling to be the first, who and don't want to overtake whom.

The scorching sun rendered the fiery atmosphere of the game and the enthusiastic cheering sound outside the stadium.

One lap or two laps, the gap did not widen. The energetic faces began to be soaked with beads of sweat, showing the demeanor of a hot-blooded young man under the scorching sun.

Mu Weiwei has never seen such Cheng Mingyu, she has seen him as quiet as a doll in the window, at this time he has a very unique charm, showing a vigorous foreign spirit.

Sweat soaked the hair on his forehead, slid across his nascent angular, seeped into his neckline, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, with a sharp air of a knife out of its sheath.

Mu Weiwei looked at him, and an itch came out of her heart.

"Come on! Mingyu!" Mu Weiwei's voice was crisp and loud, igniting a fire in Cheng Mingyu's heart, he wanted to win.

In front of the person he likes, he always wants to show his good side, and wants her to look at him with admiration.

Cheng Mingyu's breathing became more and more rapid, and he sweated more and more, but he didn't feel it anymore, and running seemed to be his only belief.

One lap, two laps, three laps and four laps, the gap began to widen. Cheng Mingyu was in the middle, and the thought of wanting to win gave him motivation and pressure.

Mu Weiwei looked at Cheng Mingyu sweating, as if he had been fished out of the water, and she sighed in her heart, he wouldn't be dehydrated.

The more he got to the back, Cheng Mingyu felt his weakness. All the internal organs were burning, and a faint smell gushed out of the throat.

As time passed, it became more and more serious, as if he had been deprived of his five senses, and he walked towards a walking corpse.

Cheng Mingyu shook his head, a little reluctantly, he bit his tongue as soon as he was ruthless.

Pain, sober him up.

There's still a lap and a half.