Xiang Qing walked on the road for a long time, and when she arrived at the bus stop, she was stunned and missed several shuttles.

She wondered, are all people like this?

Hehe, maybe yes, I love Mo Zixuan, and I love him so much that I am willing to do anything for him, but I never dare to say the words I love you.

This is the difference between the two, that man has such capital, he can say at will that he loves himself, but she is so humble that she doesn't dare to escape.

Think about it, sometimes it feels ridiculous, when I was young, I always thought, material or something, where is so important, as long as both parties love each other, what can we scruple about?

But, now that I think about it, it's not like that.

Reality, that's ...... It's helpless, no matter how much Rao Xiang Qing thinks about it, the obstacle that can't be crossed is his own heart.

The phone happened to ring, Xiang Qing looked at Mo Zixuan's call, and was in a trance for a moment, to be honest, she didn't want to answer it, because she was afraid that she would cry.

I don't know what's going on, maybe it's because I care too much, I can't accept a little bit of badness, it's love.

Xiang Qing smiled bitterly, she pressed the answer button, but the other party was also silent, as if Xiang Qing didn't speak, and the man didn't say anything.

Xiang Qing thought that Mo Zixuan was stubborn, but later learned that it was only because of the awkward but deep love between them, because they cared too much, so they didn't dare to speak easily, so there were many misunderstandings.

The long silence passed one station after another, but the two stubbornly guarded each other's breathing and refused to put down the phone in advance.

Finally, the man spoke.

"Come back, I'll wait for you." The clear voice, without a trace of other emotions, is the tone that Xiang Qing is used to.

"Yes." Xiang Qing snorted, she smiled wryly and hung up the phone.

How I wish the car was never my destination, but it would always arrive, even if I didn't want to.

After getting off the bus, Xiang Qing walked for a long time, because it is a luxury residential area, there will be no bus stop nearby, and there is no private car, so he can only walk back.

Turning around, she saw the old man pushing a cart and selling, Xiang Qing stopped, a little surprised, it is said that it is difficult to see such a hawker here.

Xiang Qing was also curious, how did he get in?

"Girl, do you want to buy a little white sugar cake, it's just steamed and it's hot." The old man is honest, and her dress is not shabby.

"Yes." White sugar cake? Xiang Qing liked to eat very much when she was a child, but later, she didn't have much chance. She remembered that Mo Zixuan's aunt once said that when he was a child, his grandmother would make it for him.

Thinking about it, thinking that Xiang Qing bought a few pieces of it, she tasted it, well, it was delicious, sweet, and glutinous.

"How?"

"You're so good at it." Xiang Qing smiled and praised, but saw another woman dressed very arrogantly driving a car, getting down from above, and scolding the old man.

Xiang Qing realized that in fact, this old man's family was very rich, but he had nothing to do and missed his children, so he made their favorite pastries when he was a child.

Carrying the white sugar cake, the corners of Xiang Qing's mouth curved, smiled and walked to the golden hall, got on the elevator, went upstairs, and stood in front of the door, slightly nervous.

Mo Zixuan......

There was a click, and the door opened......

Xiang Qing was obviously surprised, she looked at the man who had just taken a bath in a daze, his body was fragrant, and the loose white bathrobe was pulled, charming and enchanting.

Burgundy broken hair dripping with droplets, along his skin that was better than a girl, dripping down drop by drop, slowly going down, looking at it made people blush.

Mo Zixuan...... You...... Yes! A pair of powerful big hands suddenly grabbed Xiang Qing, and he held her firmly, with slightly hot cheeks, gently sticking to Xiang Qing's hair.

Tears inexplicably began to surge again, Xiang Qing smelled the good fragrance on Mo Zixuan's body, and only felt that his nose was sore, sad and very.

It's not that he's bad for himself, it's just that he has a glass heart.

The big hand around his waist slowly tightened, and the man's handsome cheeks were slightly red after bathing, and he picked up Xiang Qing's little face, couldn't help refusing, and kissed her little mouth.

Xiang Qingzhou's body stiffened for a moment, and in the next second, she came to her senses, crying, responding to the man's gentle kiss, and slowly softened.

"Hmm......" The body was slammed against the wall by the man, Xiang Qing struggled to climb the man's shoulder, and his fingertips touched the man's smooth skin.

Mo Zixuan's kiss was very gentle, Xiang Qing cried, the man's eyes were also a little red, and he reluctantly let go of her little mouth, and the man's deep black eyes looked at her affectionately.

The long fingers wiped the tears from her face, and the man's voice was a little hoarse, and he breathed quietly in her little ear, and said, "I bought a cake for you." ”

Awkward man.

Xiang Qing unconsciously bent the corners of her mouth, she wiped her tears desperately, leaning on the man's chest, black hair covering her face, Mo Zixuan couldn't see her expression clearly, but she was very distressed.

"I, I...... I also bought this ......" lifted the bag in his hand, Xiang Qing still had tears on his face, but the corners of his mouth were raised.

"Fool!" Mo Zixuan smiled, kissed the tip of her little nose, and looked at each other affectionately.

After a while, as if nothing was going on, the clouds were light and the wind was light, Mo Zixuan ate the white sugar cake elegantly, looked at Xiang Qing's little face almost buried in the cake, and smiled happily.

How lucky he is to meet a good woman like Xiang Qing.

"Thirsty or not?" Using a white tissue to wipe off the milk stains on the corner of Xiang Qing's mouth, Mo Zixuan was gentle and affectionate.

"Nope." Shaking her head, Xiang Qing wanted to get up, but she felt her body sinking, and she was pulled into her arms by the man, and her slightly cool chest rubbed against Xiang Qing's little face, making her little hands tighten.

"What are you doing?" Xiang Qing was uncomfortable, slightly pushing the man's body, but he didn't want to, and the refusal made him increase his strength.

"Xiang Qing, I want to tell you that I cherish you." Mo Zixuan's heart was very uncomfortable, he wanted to see Xiang Qing's smile, not his dejected appearance.

"Well, so am I." Xiang Qing silently moved her little head, and said silently, her little hand slowly moved up and hugged the man's waist.

In this way, it can be regarded as reconciliation.

Yes, yes.

When the man saw Xiang Qing's silent little movements, his heart warmed, and he naturally smiled.

At night, in the luxurious bedroom, the lights were bright, the crystal lamp on the ceiling blinded her eyes, and her little hands covered her eyes with great effort, and pushed the man on her body to Qingqing.

"What's wrong?" The man buried in Xiang Qing's shoulder raised his head unhappily, his eyes were hazy, and he kissed her little earlobe badly, causing her to shrink for a while.

"Lights, dazzling." Xiang Qing blushed, and her little head was stuck in the quilt.

Mo Zixuan's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he turned off the light, and then hugged Xiang Qing's trembling little body, enthusiastic, and restrained.

Xiang Qing didn't know what was wrong, since the night between the two of them, Mo Zixuan's whole person had changed, he was afraid of himself in everything, so Xiang Qing felt that it was not real.

And every starry night, that man, like a child who doesn't have enough sugar, loves herself gently but domineeringly, making her have a sore back every morning.

During the day, he will go to filming, and at night, he is not idle, but in Xiang Qing's opinion, he is very energetic at any time.

In the blink of an eye, it's autumn.

From short-sleeved gauze skirts to thin plush sweatshirts, Xiang Qing sat on the carpet in the living room, holding her small chin, looking at the handsome man on TV.

As soon as she left, Xiang Qing began to miss it.

Spring goes to autumn, and the change of the four seasons is a common thing, but Xiang Qing feels that there is something different between him and himself.

The love between them, the tacit understanding seems to have deepened.

Sometimes, Xiang Qing is very reluctant to pay for her pessimism, she thinks, maybe, if it goes on slowly like this, maybe, she can grow old with that handsome man, maybe she can.

However, what did Mo Zixuan think? Would he like it? Xiang Qing didn't dare to ask, and she didn't dare to think about it, just like that, it may not be bad.

sent a text message to Xiaoxiao, Xiang Qing hesitated, whether to tell her about Cheng Jiaming's return, I heard that the man was looking for her.

A week ago, Mo Zixuan took himself to such a luxurious hall, it was the first time in five years, Xiang Qing saw Cheng Jiaming again, he lost weight and was a lot more restrained.

Maybe it's because of the precipitation of time, between the words, I can't hear the feeling at that time, but I am calm and cautious.

He said that he was very envious of Mo Zixuan, because he had done what he couldn't do.

He said, Xiang Qing, thank you, Ken plucked up the courage to accept Mo Zixuan.

Xiang Qing struggled and was very sad, but in the end, she still didn't say anything about Shen Xiaoxiao's mother and son, she felt that there were some things that outsiders had no position to choose for them.

The light pink knitted sweater was soft, and Xiang Qing bent his knees, quietly watching the falling leaves.

Suddenly, I felt that I shouldn't go on like this, time passed like that, Xiang Qing felt very happy, but sometimes I still felt a little idle.

Perhaps, a while ago, what Lin Kebai said was not unreasonable.

Thinking about it, Xiang Qing ran to the study, he searched for jobs that he could apply for, and was busy, but although his education was not low, because of regional problems, there were still some obstacles.

"Hey......" sighed, Xiang Qing was speechless, she walked to the living room, lay on the bed, and secretly made a decision.

Who knows, before it was implemented, it was discovered by Mo Zixuan's shrewd man......

At night, when Xiang Qing was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, Mo Zixuan's man suddenly walked behind him without waiting for him to speak.

He hugged himself suddenly, the gray and white sweater was comfortable and soft, rubbing Xiang Qing's little hand, the man's voice was low, and he said, "I can't afford to raise you?" ”