When she walked out of the café, Xiang Qing looked at her empty wallet and pouted helplessly.

They were in a hurry, and they didn't come to pay in a hurry, Xiang Qing didn't care about this, but after seeing those zeros, his heart hurt a lot.

Why is it so expensive?

Looking at the tall decorative building, Xiang Qing glanced back at the door, thinking to himself, he will never come again, it is simply corruption!

After that day, Mo Xiao never appeared in front of him again, Xiang Qing didn't know what happened between the two of them, but he just felt that maybe it would be okay......

She doesn't want to be misunderstood by others, and she doesn't want to be entangled by that inexplicable inferiority complex all the time, she hopes that Mo Zixuan and Mo Xiao will be well, even if it is not Mo Xiao, the person who can stay by Mo Zixuan's side is not her.

And it's very strange that when Xiang Qing felt that he had completely escaped from that strange circle, the man who was like the wind appeared in front of him again.

Is it destined in the dark, or is it providence?

Xiang Qing didn't know that when the high-speed train started to move, she was surprised to find that the man next to her was so familiar, he had a good smell on his body, and he was elegant and self-controlled.

Because during the winter vacation, the winter in Kyoto was cold, Mo Zixuan wore a pure white down jacket, which was big, hiding his handsome face.

A dark gray scarf was loosely tied around his white neck, and his short black hair was a little longer, which somewhat covered his good-looking side face, but it was still eye-catching.

Instead of Xiang Qing's surprise, Mo Zixuan took off the pink headphones in a chic manner, looked at her with a faint smile on his lips and black pupils, and said, "Hello, long time no see!" ”

yes, I haven't seen you in a long time.

From summer to winter, although it was only a few short months, for Xiang Qing, Mo Zixuan seemed to have disappeared for a century.

Don't look over, Xiang Qing didn't dare to look at him anymore, the people around him gradually looked this way, they seemed to be amazed by the handsome face and temperament of the man in front of them, and they were reluctant to leave.

"Why don't you ignore me?" Mo Zixuan looked at Xiang Qing, who was a little awkward, shrugged his tall nose in puzzlement, reached out and took out a black wallet from his pocket, and drew a few red tickets.

"Nope!"

Xiang Qing also felt that she didn't seem to be polite, so she had to press her throat, turn her head, and carefully pretend to look at him casually.

"Well, here you go!" After a pause, a slight emotion appeared on Mo Zixuan's fair face, his slender eyelashes blinked, and said, "Last time's money." ”

Xiang Qingxiu frowned slightly, and quickly understood what he was talking about, last time, after he and Mo Xiao left, he took a month's living expenses to pay for the expensive dessert.

"No, count me in." That humble self-esteem was tormenting Xiang Qing, she was not hypocritical, but, in front of Mo Zixuan, subconsciously, she didn't want him to feel that she was much worse than him.

"Really?" Mo Zixuan withdrew his hand, and without a trace, he stuffed the red into Xiang Qing's wide black coat, he looked at her stubborn expression sideways, and only felt a little funny.

Listening to Cheng Jiaming, in which month, she barely ate, and once again even fainted in class from hunger, and even a little money was paid in advance by her roommates.

Even so, did this weak-looking girl refuse to come to her to ask for money?

Time traveled back in time, and his mind suddenly remembered that they used to sit next to each other like this.

At that time, Xiang Qing was still obviously uncomfortable, but in her own reminder, she stubbornly swallowed back her tears.

"Why, you're on vacation and don't go home?" Looking at the white-skinned and handsome reflection on the car window, Xiang Qing swallowed his saliva, hesitated a little, and still asked.

His home has been changed to the bustling city of Kyoto, not in a place that is not a first-tier city.

"Oh, I just want to go back and see." A trace of unnaturalness flashed on Mo Zixuan's face, he casually sorted out the black and white plaid sweater on his body, and swiped the large-screen mobile phone in his hand boringly.

Xiang Qing knew that he didn't seem to be willing to tell the truth, so she didn't ask any more questions, looked down at the book in her hand, and gradually her thoughts drifted a little.

When she woke up again, Xiang Qing was a little embarrassed, because she found that her head seemed to be resting on the shoulder of the white object next to her very unfortunately, and it seemed that it had been a long time.

"That...... Excuse me. ”

Xiang Qing blushed, and only after he found that he didn't have any saliva on his face, did he sit up straight and clench the book in his hand.

"It's okay!" With a gentle smile, Mo Zixuan moved his somewhat numb shoulders indifferently, and pressed the shutdown button of his mobile phone, coming back this time, it is not so much to go home, but to say, he is in self-exile.

No one knew that he had gotten on this train heading for the past, and over there, the so-called "home" place, had already made a lot of trouble.

"Oh, that's good."

Mo Zixuan looked at the silver watch on his right hand, estimated that the time was still very early, so he leaned back on the chair behind him, closed his beautiful eyes, and said when Xiang Qing was about to relax: "Trouble, call me in two hours!" ”

Then, Xiang Qing's back straightened, nervously accepted this sentence, and silently focused his attention back on the book on his lap again.

Why did she think that Mo Zixuan seemed to be a little different?

As for what Mo Zixuan's sudden change came from, this can only be clear to Song Cheng, who took advantage of the summer vacation to go to Italy to play.

That day, after taking a bath, Song Cheng leaned in front of the bed, his eyes burned, and he asked with a smile, Mo Zixuan, what is so special about that Xiang Qing to you?

Song Cheng learned that Mo Zixuan actually hugged Xiang Qing's girl in public, it seemed that it was really beyond everyone's expectations, and he was sure that somewhere, there must be some secret.

And Mo Zixuan faced Song Cheng, his handsome face stared at the glowing computer screen in front of him, and with a movement of his long fingers, he suddenly pressed the shutdown button.

He looked out the window at the dark night sky and fell into deep thought.

What is Xiang Qing to him?

The girl who used to cry, the girl who was blamed by herself, the girl who always kept her head down, the girl who swallowed her anger even if she was insulted by Mo Xiao......

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two hours had arrived, Xiang Qing looked at the sleeping Mo Zixuan, and was a little nervous for a while.

His good-looking facial features are close at hand, Xiang Qing can even see the fine and light fluff on his face, such a delicate young man, it seems that he is still restless in his sleep, and his eyebrows are frowning.

"Hey, it's been two hours......" Stretching out her hand, Xiang Qing was very embarrassed and pushed him, her palms were hot.

"Hmmm......"

Mo Zixuan, who woke up, seemed to be still dazed, his slender and thick eyelashes blinked, his long fingers scratched at his somewhat messy black hair, and his thoughts gradually returned to his senses.

Seeing that he was awake, Xiang Qing turned his head, as if he had completed a difficult task, and hurried away from that handsome cheek.

Looking down at his watch, Mo Zixuan pondered for a moment, thinking that there was still a period of time before he arrived in City B, and he felt a sense of peace of mind in his heart.

Looking at Xiang Qing who pursed his lips silently, he felt a little dumbfounded, is he so terrible?

Intuition told him that the girl in front of him seemed to always avoid him, and he never thought about it carefully.

Just thinking about it, the train stopped at station C, Xiang Qing looked at the aisle where people came and went outside, opened the bag, and took out a bottle of mineral water, she was a little thirsty after a long journey.

However, before she could open the water bottle, Xiang Qing was a little stunned, and she felt a strange aura gradually coming from her side.

Turning his head, Xiang Qing looked at the boy who was still sleepy-eyed just now, a little surprised, in just a few seconds, he quickly put on a white fat down jacket, and his slender hands brought his eyes.

The black eyes that were indifferent just now were filled with a thick disgust at this time, and from his handsome face, Xiang Qing felt something, and when he looked forward, he only felt a little headache.

Several men in black with sunglasses approached quickly, as if they had found something, and their faces were serious and terrifying.

Is this acting in a movie?

Xiang Qing frowned, the little hand holding the bag couldn't help but clench, looking at the men a little nervously, and the handsome face under Mo Zixuan's hat was also a little loose, his eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about what to do next.

How could he never have imagined that the old man would move so quickly?

What, are you afraid of running away?

It's ridiculous.

Seeing the black-clothed men getting closer and closer, Xiang Qing looked at the handsome and good-looking boy above his head, and asked worriedly, "Is something happening?" ”

Obviously, such a big battle has attracted the attention of many passengers, and even the flight attendants began to hold their documents and negotiate with those men in black.

After some exchange, the men were allowed to continue searching for what they were looking for.

"Xiang Qing!"

"Huh?" With her eyes widened, Xiang Qing looked at the good-looking boy above her head in surprise, his side face had a beautiful arc, which made her stunned for a while.

And, was he just calling his own name?

Listen well.

The long arm suddenly exerted force, Mo Zixuan frowned slightly, and glanced at the black-clothed man who was about to arrive here, and then, the big hand clasped the back of Xiang Qing's head, and the thin lips were right.

The cool touch hit, Xiang Qing felt that his heart began to stop beating, and reached out to push him away, but he saw those sad black eyes with pleading.

There was a thick emotion in his good-looking eyes, and Xiang Qing couldn't understand it, but in the end, he closed his eyes at a loss, and slowly lost something under his gentle attack.

His good-looking lips are fragrant, extraordinary.

Those men in black originally wanted to come this way, but after seeing a bunch of intimate little couples, they just glanced at them suspiciously, and continued to walk towards that side.

In their impression, Young Master Mo would not ......

I don't know how long it took, the train started again, Xiang Qing felt that the power that was imprisoning him was gradually loosening, and his reason instantly came to his senses and pushed him away.

"Why are you kissing me?"