Reaching out and stroking Mo Ning's slightly frowning eyebrows, his heart was a little loose. couldn't help but think of some of the problems that had happened between the two of them these days, maybe he really had to spare time and give Mo Ning some space to think.

What kind of mentality did he have towards Mo Ning. Why did he make an exception to Mo Ning again and again? Why is it always influenced and restrained by ink condensation?

Mo Ning woke up from her dream, and she was the only one left in the bed. The quilt on his side had already become cold, and it was estimated that Mo Yichen had been away for a while. Thinking of that messy dream again, it seemed that something popped up in my mind one after another, and I couldn't help but be in a daze.

There was a burst of pain in his head, and Mo Ning hit his head hard with his hand. In the end, the bastard said it: wine is the best thing. Wine can't relieve sorrow at all, it can only make people more uncomfortable. Got off the bed and walked to the living room, unexpectedly found a bottle of hangover medicine on the table, touched the head that was still a little painful, and a trace of warmth crossed through my heart.

A scene from last night flashed through my mind again.

Her last consciousness should have stayed at Mo Yichen catching her body that was about to fall to the ground, and then sending her home. Vaguely, she felt as if someone had helped her change her clothes. Mo Ning looked at his body, and sure enough, he had changed his clothes. And could this person be Mo Yichen?

Looking at the bottle of hangover medicine on the table, thinking of some vague memories of last night, Mo Ning suddenly felt that maybe Mo Yichen was a little better. But a voice immediately jumped out in his heart to object: Mo Ning, don't forget how he humiliated you yesterday.

Yesterday's scenes returned to Mo Ning's mind intermittently again, and Mo Yichen's hurtful words also kept echoing in Mo Ning's ears.

After looking for it, there was no Mo Yichen in the room.

"Miss, are you going to school today? If you go, go downstairs and have breakfast! ”

Mo Ning suddenly felt that Mo Yichen was a neurotic, slapped her and gave her a piece of candy.

"I'm going."

Mo Ning had a fairly comfortable life in school, and what made her happiest was that she had made a good friend, and she originally thought that she couldn't find any real friends in this kind of aristocratic school.

Mo Ning and the friends she made at school were walking on the way out of school, and the two were talking happily when suddenly a car stopped next to them.

When she passed by the car, she never squinted, but she didn't expect Mo Yichen to pick her up in person. It seems that it is not taken into account at all. After the car horn sounded and was sharply displayed, Mo Yichen lowered the window, turned his face out of the window, and tapped his chin against the passenger seat, "Get in the car."

The friend at school withdrew the force on Mo Ning's arm and slammed her ambiguously, "I'll go first, I'll see you tomorrow." After saying that, she had already jumped up and down and left, Mo Ning looked at her back, and suddenly felt warm in her heart, she knew that she was in such a hurry because she was afraid that she would be embarrassed. Getting into the car and fastening his seat belt, Mo Yichen didn't drive away immediately, "Where are we going?"

"Won't you go back?"

"Go back to instant noodles?" Men seem to be disgusted with that junk food.

"You decide." Leaning back in the chair, the sore shoulders suddenly felt much better.

"Listen to you tonight." It's rare for Mo Yichen not to be overbearing, he played too much last time, and it seems that he should be appropriately accommodating.

"Listen to me?" Mo Ning saw that he turned his face away, and suddenly remembered a place in his mind, "I'll show you the way and take you somewhere."

"On which street?" Mo Ning pointed to the opposite road with one hand, "Go along this street, turn right first......"

"What a!" The road ahead is narrow and steep, and it is completely impossible to increase the speed, and no matter how good the performance of the car is, it has to squeeze through the crowd.

"Didn't you listen to me tonight?" Mo Ning poked her head out of the car window, this was a night market, because she relied on a few schools, and when she was still studying, she and her friends came over often. Mo Yichen closed his mouth and searched for a long time, but he didn't find a place to park, and finally stopped at the entrance of the alley. Walking out of the bustle of the city, this seems to be a forgotten fall, in a dark corner, a street lamp flickering on and off, and the wires hang on the branches, from time to time, and swing a few times.

The environment is not necessarily good, but the business here is surprisingly prosperous, the two sat down on a stool by the river, Mo Yichen shook his body, and almost fell. Mo Ning smiled, and when he saw it, the stool was uneven.

"Can you eat anything here?" Mo Yichen was wearing a white suit today, and the hand that he wanted to put on the table was withdrawn and put on his lap, which was dirty. Mo Ning sat across from him, surrounded by people. The young boss was busy with sweat, the pot in his hand was turned over, and plates of fragrant fried rice were poured into the prepared plate. After the proprietress brought the fried rice to the table for two, she hurried to greet the other guests. The lunch was not delicious, Mo Ning was very hungry, so she picked up her chopsticks and buried herself in eating.

"Why don't you eat it?" She should have thought that people like Mo Yichen couldn't get used to a place like the night market, and the wonderful rice on the plate really didn't move. The man stretched out his index finger and loosened his tie, "You can eat." Not only is the hygiene here poor, but the environment is noisy, and the sound of loudspeakers selling is everywhere, but he can see that Mo Ning's meal is very fragrant, and his appetite is much better than when he eats in those high-end restaurants. Some people are born with gold, while some people are born with an ordinary. Mo Ning ate a few bites, most of the people on the side were poor students, and they came here with Mo Yichen, but they could never get back those memories before.

Changed. A mouthful of fried rice, Xu is salt has not yet melted, it is particularly salty, Mo Ning chewed a few times, and still swallowed it into his stomach. Life, that's all, takes too many things to spice up. In the river, there are canopy boats rowing by, and the boatman's skills move back and forth with the pulp in his hands, and the water shadows ripple out one after another, breaking the originally calm lake layer by layer. "I'm full," Mo Ning rarely had a good appetite, and a pot of fried rice was all solved, "You really don't eat it?" Mo Yichen was relieved, how could he be willing to stay longer, got up and left. Driving home, he seemed to have unfinished business, and he didn't eat anything, so he went into the study.