The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival (*^-^*)

Seeing the expectation in Nan Sheng's eyes, Bei Mo nodded, Nan Sheng shouted, and his happy appearance made Bei Mo a little puzzled. In order to verify the content of the bet, Beimo had to agree to accompany Zhishui for a walk.

Nan Sheng floated to the side, muttering something, but she was happy to say it, and she didn't notice at all that in the corner, the wild ghost just now was staring at her back.

Sometimes, Lan Sheng felt that she was a ghost singing a one-man show there, and Bei Mo didn't pay attention to her at all.

She's a ghost, it's normal for Bei Mo to ignore her, after all, when he's outside, he can't talk to the air, right? No matter how indifferent you are, you probably can't stand being treated as a neuropath.

However, she didn't understand, with such a cold personality as Bei Mo, who had a zombie face that had not changed for thousands of years all day, how could this Zhishui like him?

There's no way to communicate at all, is it possible to talk to yourself like yourself?

Or is there a masochistic tendency in the water-stopping properties?

Forget it, anyway, it's her freedom to like who this stop water likes, and she doesn't need to deduce so many fictitious things like a gossip reporter.

The neon lights stretched the shadows of the three of them extremely long, and Nan Sheng bored and got into Bei Mo's shadow again, completely throwing aside the previous agreement with Bei Mo, and having fun.

"Half an hour is up, let's go back." Bei Mo and Zhishui walked on the road, from other people's point of view, they looked like a young couple, but all this atmosphere was completely destroyed by Bei Mo's words.

Nan Sheng's jumping action in the shadows of the two was also frozen in mid-air, and with a poof, she laughed out loud unabashedly, saying that Bei Mo was cold, and he really didn't live up to this word at all.

In order to determine if it was really half an hour, Nan Sheng specially floated to Bei Mo's side and glanced at his watch. Sure enough, at 7:50, they set off from Zhishui's house at 7:20, just half an hour, no more than a minute, no less.

"Bei ......" Zhishui wanted to say something, but Bei Mo's body turned around and began to walk back, Zhishui stomped his feet, and a trace of frustration flashed on his face, but soon, she patted her face, cheered herself, and followed Bei Mo's footsteps and walked to him: "Thank you for walking with me." ”

Seeing that Zhishui's eyes were so tender that they seemed to be able to turn into water, Nan Sheng shook his body, Mom, it's true.

"Lord Beimo, others thanked you, aren't you polite to reply?" Zhishui walked on the left side of Beimo, and Nan Sheng floated to the right side of Beimo, and said with a smile, as if he was in the mood of watching a play.

Bei Mo glanced at her and didn't speak, Nan Sheng pouted, look, he is such a boring person, are the eyes of Zhishui crooked? I just fell in love with him.

Along the way, Zhishui was hurrying to find something to say to Bei Mo, as if he hadn't spoken for hundreds of years, and Bei Mo also took a sentence from time to time.

A few minutes later, when he got home, Zhishui stood at his house and watched Bei Mo reluctantly walking towards his house, biting his lip, pulling his legs and running towards Bei Mo, hugging Bei Mo's body in Nan Sheng's surprised eyes.

Lie down in a groove!

Nan Sheng was so surprised that his mouth grown, looking at Bei Mo's gradually darkened face, he couldn't help but drift away a little, Lord Bei Mo was going to blacken!

"Bei Mo, I've always liked you, I don't want you to accept me now, I just want you to give me this chance, okay?" Zhishui's hand was tightly hugged around Bei Mo's waist, and his face was resting on his back.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the intention to do that right now." When Bei Mo spoke, his eyes glanced at Nan Sheng without leaving a trace, and then mercilessly broke away the fingers of Zhishui one by one, turned around, and looked at Zhishui coldly, with nothing else in his eyes except indifference.

Zhishui stood in place, tears sliding down his cheeks, his eyes were full of tears, and Chu Chu looked at Bei Mo pitifully: "I know, I can wait for you, a month, two months, a year, I can wait." ”

Seeing that Zhishui had a tendency to continue to entangle, Bei Mo turned around, and his indifferent voice drifted towards Zhishui with the wind: "I won't like you." ”

Poof――

Nan Sheng was very glad that there was no water in her mouth at this time, otherwise she would definitely have sprayed all the water on her face, looking at Zhishui's pitiful crying appearance, she shook her head slightly.

I can already see that Bei Mo is boring to her, she still wants to paste it, alas, if you don't do it, you won't die, and if you do it yourself, you can slowly enjoy the bitterness of this lovesickness.

Bei Mo opened the door, and when he closed the door, his eyes swept over Nan Sheng, and Nan Sheng hurriedly floated over, Mom, you can't lock her outside.

Seeing Nan Sheng's action, the corners of Bei Mo's lips twitched slightly, and there were stupid ghosts at home who didn't explain.

After entering the house, Nan Sheng noticed the corners of Bei Mo's lips that had not been retracted, leaned over his delicate face, narrowed his clear eyes, and his voice was full of suspicion: "Hey, Lord Bei Mo, did you really laugh at me just now?" ”

Could it be that she inadvertently sold a stupid person again?

Feelings, she has her own stupid skills......

"Nope."

After Bei Mo threw two simple words to Nan Sheng, he walked towards the bathroom, leaving Nan Sheng alone in the living room in a daze.

No? What does that mean, does that mean that she was not laughed at?

But no matter what she thinks, it's all laughing at her, right?

It's just that she's a ghost, isn't it normal to float?

Nan Sheng floated to the sofa and sat down, opened the cake box on the coffee table, when she was at Zhishui's house before, she could only watch others eat, and she was almost hungry.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom, but Nan Sheng's attention was all on the cake in front of him, and after eating a few bites, he felt that it was not delicious, so he closed the box again and floated to the bathroom door: "Lord Beimo, I'm hungry." ”

"Make your own noodles." There was a sound of water in the bathroom, Bei Mo's indifferent voice floated out of it, the sound of water sounded again, Nan Sheng pouted, and floated towards the kitchen.

"Instant noodles instant noodles, instant noodles, where are you." Seeing that Bei Mo didn't plan to cook food for her like this, she had to do it herself and have enough food and clothing.

Turn on the radar mode and find instant noodles in the kitchen.

When Bei Mo came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he heard Nan Sheng humming an out-of-tune song, and his body was floating in the air, not knowing what he was playing.

After he dried his hair, he continued his daily routine, opening the mailbox to see the outline sent by the author's name.

Nan Sheng's instant noodles are already cooked, and the fragrance is overflowing, Nan Sheng floated to the sofa with a bowl, sat on the ground, and turned on the TV casually, and the eight o'clock stall had already begun.

"Lord Beimo, do you have to review the manuscript after work?" Nan Sheng bit the instant noodles and said inarticulately, keeping his eyes on the TV screen.