Xiang Qing put down her phone, she looked at Shen Xiaoxiao's appearance, and realized that she seemed to have really changed......

"Xiang Qing ....... you ......" left half a minute, Shen Xiaoxiao looked at Xiang Qing, picked up the chopsticks, and sent them to Xiang Qing's hands, "Forget it, eat quickly." ”

The blush on "En......'s face had not yet subsided, Xiang Qing lowered his head, and silently pulled the white noodles in the bowl.

On the other hand, Mo Zixuan was in a different state of mind, he knew that it was really not easy for Xiang Qing to say this, and all the discomfort just now was gone.

Never mind...... In that case, that's enough.

Xiang Qing, as long as you are willing to change for me, then I will be satisfied, right?

There was a faint smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and his upright body fell into the white bed gracefully again, eager to see the shy little woman.

But...... The situation in front of him doesn't seem to allow him to ignore it so much.

Now, it's difficult.

Two days later

In a luxurious hotel room, the trained waiter knocked on the door and was really surprised, he put the exquisite continental breakfast on the crystal table in the middle, but he could not find the owner of the room.

"Mors, you ......" The waiter was anxious, thinking that he could not afford this responsibility, so he hurriedly knocked on the door of another hotel room.

Wen Zi hadn't freshened up, she was wearing crimson silk pajamas, and walked into the hotel room where Mo Zixuan was, but the big white bed was neat and tidy, and there seemed to be no sign of anyone.

This is, what's going on?

"What the hell is going on?" Wen Zi frowned, she dialed Mo Zixuan's phone, but it had already been turned off, and then asked the assistant about the ins and outs of the matter.

"I don't know, I was fine when I finished work last night." The little assistant trembled, for fear that he would say something wrong.

Mors wouldn't have had an accident, but where did he go?

Wen Zi uneasily stroked the hair on her sideburns, she was very anxious, but there was no way to contact Mo Zixuan, a trace of thought flashed in her mind, and she dialed Xiang Qing's phone easily.

"Hello?" Xiang Qing put down the apple she was peeling in her hand and answered Wen Zi's call in a low voice.

"Is Mors where are you?"

"Forehead......" The small eyes glanced at the elegant milk-drinking man on the other side, and after he shook his head slightly, his voice said intermittently, "No...... There was ......"

Without waiting for Xiang Qing to finish speaking, the phone was hung up by Wen Zi mercilessly, Xiang Qing pursed her mouth, smiled stupidly, and continued to peel the apple.

The white flesh was very soft and tender, Xiang Qing ate it in small bites, absentmindedly watching the TV series that didn't know what was playing, and the white slippers were thrown aside.

The surging heat shrouded Mo Zixuan's fair-skinned handsome face, his legs folded elegantly, and the whole person leaned back on the cowhide sofa easily, occasionally taking a sip of hot milk.

There was a faint white milk drop on his lips, Mo Zixuan turned his head sideways, looked at the sullen Xiang Qing on the side, and complained silently in his heart.

I ran back so far away, why was Xiang Qing so puzzled?

However, even if he was entangled in his heart, a cold man like Mo Zixuan would not be obvious, he stayed quietly, occasionally looking at Xiang Qing.

And Xiang Qing's heart was not comfortable, it was not that she didn't want to speak, but it wasn't that Dao should say something, early this morning, she opened the door and saw Mo Zixuan, she was stupid.

How much I wanted to throw myself into his arms and tell him that I missed him, but the next second, all I came out was, "You, back?" ”

Then the man smiled, squeezed his long body into the door, pressed himself against the wall, and gave him a deep kiss, and then, without saying anything......

It's embarrassing.

Xiang Qing secretly looked at him, he was very handsome, although he looked a little tired, he was still very handsome, and although the white silk shirt was a little messy, it was elegant and evil.

In the dense white mist, his fair face is so good-looking, and the skin is so good that people can easily see the cyan blood vessels inside, and his every move is extremely elegant.

"That...... Mo Zixuan, you ......" Xiang Qing's voice was very small, and she hoped that the man hadn't heard.

"What?" As soon as his eyebrows moved, the man turned his head sideways and looked at Xiang Qing, in his impression, she always seemed to be like this, in front of herself, passive, shy, and always with her head down.

"You, are you done filming?" Xiang Qing raised her head, she mustered up the courage to look into his eyes, which were so deep that people couldn't see the bottom.

"Not ...... yet" Mo Zixuan shook his head, his big white hand put down the milky white porcelain cup, propped up his head, and looked at Xiang Qing's little face lightly.

"Oh......" nodded, Mo Zixuan's gaze came over, and Xiang Qing lowered his head shyly.

Jun Mei's eyebrows moved, Mo Zixuan didn't speak, he just quietly looked at Xiang Qing eating apples in small bites, and felt that it was cute.

In fact, Xiang Qing is not an outstanding beauty, at that time, perhaps, he would not easily notice Xiang Qing, but who can say exactly what fate is.

He likes her gentleness and shyness, which is completely different from the ideal woman from childhood to adulthood, but love is love, and no external factors work.

"Lift your head up, okay?" The long arm stretched out, and his big white hand pulled Xiang Qing over, bringing her closer to him.

"Huh?" Because of Mo Zixuan's strength, as soon as Xiang Qing's hand was released, most of the remaining apples were thrown to the ground, and then he rolled a few times sadly.

"You ......" Xiang Qing said, he looked at the man with burning eyes close at hand, and the little hand subconsciously pushed him, but he didn't want the force in his hand to increase.

"Why, always keep your head down to me." Mo Zixuan's thin lips tilted, his voice was gentle, he looked at Xiang Qing's little head, and forced her to look at him.

"Huh?" Xiang Qing didn't know why Mo Zixuan said such a thing, she let out a stupid sound, and her eyes subconsciously avoided it.

"Do you do the same when you're with your friends, or is it just in front of me? Kindness? ”

Mo Zixuan's body exuded a burst of fragrance, Xiang Qing's little hands trembled slightly, she couldn't control her emotions anymore, she always felt that something was wrong.

"I ...... I've said I'm stupid. With a nasal voice, Xiang Qing whispered.

"What?" The dark black pupils moved, Mo Zixuan was a little surprised, and suddenly thought that a few years ago, Xiang Qing said to herself like this, she was very stupid.

The past was attached to his heart, and Mo Zixuan's heart felt a slight pain, and he touched Xiang Qing's head with his big hand and pressed his fair cheeks up.

"Xiang Qing, you're not stupid." The man smiled and comforted her, he picked up her little chin, kissed it gently, and then smiled evilly, "If you're stupid, how can you get me?" ”

Xiang Qing burst into tears and smiled, she looked at Mo Zixuan's face, although she comforted herself very awkwardly, but it was still very good-looking, very good-looking.

With her little hands clenched into fists, she slapped the man's shoulder, but her body fell into the man's arms, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

That's enough.

The inferiority complex and uneasiness in her heart were completely dissipated, and she quietly leaned on Mo Zixuan, her little hands playing with the corners of Mo Zixuan's clothes.

The next second, I saw the silver bracelet on his wrist, which was shining brightly in the sunlight through the gauze curtain.

"What is this?" Xiang Qing asked in a low voice, looking up at Mo Zixuan's noble chin.

"This?" The slightly cool fingertips kept rubbing the nicks on the bracelet, he smiled, did not speak, lowered his head, and kissed Xiang Qing's small mouth.

His mouth had a faint smell of milk, which slowly spread to Xiang Qing's lips, and her heart beat so fast until Mo Zixuan's black pupils slowly closed, and she put her little hand on his shoulder.

Slowly putting Xiang Qing on the soft sofa, Mo Zixuan kissed Xiang Qing at the same time, and his big hand kept touching her fluffy little head.

Xiang Qing was kissed by him for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw a fair and handsome face with a flush.

He said, Xiang Qing, thank you.

Xiang Qing was puzzled, she watched Mo Zixuan bury his head in her neck socket, and sprayed her breath evenly on her body, itchy.

Why thank yourself for not doing anything?

After a while, she blushed, patted his back with her little hand, and turned his handsome body over with great effort, and the man actually fell asleep......

Xiang Qing covered the quilt for him, she stood up, and looked at the handsome man who was sleeping, Mo Zixuan's health may not be very good, this, Xiang Qing has always known.

Although his face is always fair, Xiang Qing can occasionally find that there may be a little sickness in it.

I remember that Shen Xiaoxiao once joked with herself, she said, the Mo Zixuan you like is a sick beauty, and she may fall when the wind blows.

Thinking about it now, maybe Mo Zixuan is not so fragile, but inadvertently, Xiang Qing can still find out that this man may have secrets that he doesn't know.

Thinking about it, Xiang Qing's heart felt a slight pain, she looked at him, and remembered the scene when the two of them were in the public car home a few years ago,

At that time, that man was such a handsome but sad beautiful boy.

The little hand gently attached his slightly frowning eyebrows, helping him smooth out his irritability and restlessness, this man, take a good rest.

After that, Xiang Qing walked to the kitchen, she knew that Mo Zixuan liked to eat Western food, so she bought pasta yesterday, although the cooking she cooked was not very delicious, but it was just ...... I want to give it to him.

In the well-equipped kitchen, there is occasional steam, and Xiang Qing wears a white apron with broken flowers, and smiles at the corners of his mouth, adjusting the pasta sauce.

Not far away, Mo Zixuan's tall body leaned against the counter, just quietly watching Xiang Qing busy for himself, a very happy feeling.

That's what he thinks at the moment.