Mo Xiaobei, who closed the door, was obviously very sleepy, but she couldn't sleep, she didn't see the pain and tiredness in Ye Muyang's eyes just now. It was precisely because she saw it that she was even more upset.

The bed that I haven't slept in for a long time is a little moist, with a little damp mold, and it smells bad. She attributed all the reasons why she couldn't sleep to this reason.

But...... It's very cold today, and I didn't hear the sound of starting the car outside, Ye Muyang, he should go, right?

Yes, a person as proud as him must not be able to stand her cold eyes. Sports cars, they must be high-end goods, how can they make a sound.

Thinking of this, Mo Xiaobei forcibly interrupted his train of thought, closed his eyes and hypnotized himself.

As night falls, the lights come on. Mo Xiaobei woke up slowly, and saw through the window in a daze that there was a small red dot outside, flickering with a faint halo. Shocked, he ran out of bed barefoot to open the door.

Ye Muyang stood there against the wall, still holding a cigarette in his hand, he turned his head when he heard the sound, his tired eyes burst out countless sparks in an instant, he looked at Mo Xiaobei brightly, his eyes were ecstatic, and the next moment he extinguished the cigarette butt and walked towards Mo Xiaobei, who had messy hair, and smiled gently, "Are you hungry?" I'm going to cook. ”

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to enter the house, as skillfully as he often did.

What warm words, are you hungry, I'll cook......

Isn't it like a conversation between an old husband and wife?

But Mo Xiaobei held the big iron gate with one hand, frowned in disgust, and said in a disgusted tone, "Am I familiar with you?" Mr. Ye. ”

Ye Muyang paused, opened his mouth and smiled: "I'm not very familiar, I just happened to go to bed a few times, I happen to be familiar with your body, that's all." ”

The understatement made Mo Xiaobei blush, and she looked at Ye Muyang viciously with a hideous expression, "You get out of me!" ”

Ye Muyang likes to see Mo Xiaobei's appearance when he is angry, and his whole little face is as if he can drip blood, because his angry eyes are dyed with water. Ripples, like a bend of the lake, amazingly beautiful.

At this moment, he was still not annoyed, like a father who doted on a little girl, he stepped forward and touched Mo Xiaobei's head with the advantage of his height, and smiled gently: "Baby, be good, don't make trouble." ”

The tail note of "don't make trouble" dragged on long and softly, mixed with countless ambiguities and favors, like a sharp sword piercing Mo Xiaobei's heart, piercing a big hole, and it was dripping with blood.

So she could only see that she was holding the heart that was soft into a bag of pulp, reincarnated in the tenderness he gave.

When he came back to his senses, Ye Muyang had already begun to rummage through the cabinets inside, and when he saw Mo Xiaobei coming over, he twisted his eyebrows, as if he wanted to say something, but he left her side and walked straight to her bedroom.

Carrying a pair of fluffy cotton slippers, Ye Muyang knelt down on one knee and squatted on the ground, put the cotton slippers at her feet, and ordered: "Lift your left foot." ”

The way he spoke with a calm face was still very scary, Mo Xiaobei hurriedly raised his left foot, and his warm big palm gently held her foot. The cold feet were warmed inch by inch under his wrapping.

Wipe the dust off the soles of her feet, tighten her feet, make sure they are warm, and then cover them with cotton drags.

And commanded: "Right foot." ”

She raised her feet stupidly like a little fool, and saw him warm her feet with his head down, and her eyes began to smudge with a large splash.

As soon as Ye Muyang stood up, she saw a crystal clear tear quickly slipping from her eyes, and she was startled, and her heart hurt.

He hugged her body, and the pain of his heart and liver and baby, kissed away the tears on her face, and stopped at her eyes to suck carefully. "What's wrong, what's wrong?" He was all worried, he was fine just now.

Mo Xiaobei pushed him away, turned his back to him and wiped his tears with his fingertips ferociously, choking badly.

"Ye Muyang, why are you so good to me? Can you do otherwise? ...... "When no one treats her well, how she wishes that someone would love her, but when such a person really appears, she can only escape."

Can you please not be so nice to me? Mo Xiaobei, you are really hypocritical enough.

"Silly thing." Ye Muyang pulled her body over, and felt distressed when she wiped her face red and swollen. "I admit it, I am planted in your hands in this life." He smiled bitterly, pulled her fingers and put them on his lips, and inadvertently held them in his mouth when he spoke, ambiguous and infinite.

When Mo Xiaobei heard his words, tears came down again.

"Why are you crying, little darling? Don't cry, don't cry, I'm wrong, okay? Is it okay for you to hit me? Ye Muyang saw Mo Xiaobei crying, and his heart suddenly became anxious, panicked, bent down and hugged Mo Xiaobei in his arms, turned around and fell on the sofa, grabbed her soft little hand and smashed it on his chest.

Mo Xiaobei burst into tears and laughed, Ye Muyang also laughed, and said a word in Mo Xiaobei's ear.