After returning to the apartment, Mo Qinghan, after a simple wash, changed into the home clothes prepared for her by He Zheyu, did not enter the bedroom, but took a book at random in the study, sat in the hanging basket and flipped through a few pages, and remembered what Zhao Qingwu said: "I want to snatch you from He Zheyu's hands." The calm heart was set off again, and he couldn't calm down anymore, he took a long breath, and threw the book in his hand to the side, thinking of himself, He Yurou, and Zhao Qingwu, the relationship between the three of them made his brain very confused, and his thoughts were densely and uncontrollably mixed together, which made his head hurt instantly. He leaned his head on the edge of the hanging basket, closed his eyes, rubbed his head with his hand that was about to explode, and fell to the ground with one foot, with the gentle friction with the ground, the hanging basket shook with it, rubbing and rubbing Mo Qinghan fell asleep in the hanging basket.

A sound of opening the door woke up Mo Qinghan who was sleeping in the hanging basket, she stood up from the hanging basket suddenly, stood on the floor barefoot, looked at He Zheyu who came in from outside the door with a frightened face, Seeing this, He Zheyu asked with concern: "What's the matter, what are you afraid of?" Mo Qinghan had just dreamed that He Yurou had told everyone that she was He Zheyu's low-spirited young man, and then ..... calmed down for a while, comforting himself that it was just a dream.

Just when Mo Qinghan was distracted, He Zheyu had already come to his side holding the guzheng.

"You... Be? ”

"The last time I saw you playing the guzheng, it was beautiful! So let Han Mo find you a handful made of good rosewood, or you can try the sound quality! As he spoke, he stood the zither in his hand on the ground, let Mo Qinghan hold it, looked at the balcony, found a suitable position, put the zither shelf, and then asked Mo Qinghan to hand the zither to himself, and after putting it away, he made a gesture towards Mo Qinghan.

Mo Qinghan went to the living room and took a stool, put it next to the guzheng, sat down slowly, did not play the nails of the guzheng, and gently tried a few tunes, the tone was crisp and charming.

"This guzheng is of the highest quality."

At this moment, the black cloud above Mo Qinghan slowly pressed down, He Zheyu's breath hit her cheeks, making her whole face flushed, and the warm breath traveled on her fair skin, the moment He Zheyu touched the finger, the crispy feeling made her heart beat faster, He Zheyu's thin lips rose slightly in Mo Qinghan's ears, and a low and magnetic voice drilled into Mo Qinghan's ears: "You try to teach me how to play these notes just now." ”

He Zheyu's exhaled breath made Mo Qinghan's ears flush a little, she moved her head slightly to the side, widened the distance between her face and He Zheyu, and put her palm on He Zheyu's hand, teaching him how to use his fingers to pluck each string less clumsily.

The two laughed there for a while, He Zheyu pecked Mo Qinghan's face lightly, and said softly: "Go to sleep!" It's late! I'll go wash first! ”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked in the direction of the bathroom, Mo Qinghan, who was sitting on the stool, had not yet made a sound, He Zheyu had already entered the bathroom, she wanted to tell He Zheyu everything that happened to her at school today.......

When He Zheyu was busy with everything and came to the bedroom, he heard Mo Qinghan's steady breathing from the bed, looking at Mo Qinghan who was already asleep, He Zheyu lay down beside her gently and held her in his arms, at the same time Mo Qinghan muttered something to himself, He Zheyu hooked the tip of Mo Qinghan's nose with his fingers, and smiled himself

Slept.