When Li Beicheng handed over the grilled sausages again.

Yan Mo's hand shook again, and the chicken leg in his hand fell to the ground.

Her eyes widened and she looked at Li Beicheng incredulously.

I always feel that this person is abnormal today.

Li Beicheng didn't like to talk to her, and even hated it.

She always liked to pester him before, and every time she saw him, she would follow him.

He always chases her with a cold face, and when he is impatient, he will let the bodyguards drive her away, ruthless.

Now it really made her think that he might have a bad brain.

"Don't like to eat?"

Li Beicheng looked at the little girl with a frightened expression, and suddenly felt a little melancholy, and couldn't help but start to reflect.

Was he really too fierce before?

Without waiting for Yan Mo to react, the grilled sausage was stuffed into his hand.

"I didn't put more salt this time."

Yan Mo lowered her eyes slightly, but still took a bite, and the taste was much better than just now.

She nodded slightly, "It's delicious, thank you." ”

"That's good."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Lu Yao was caught off guard and was pushed aside.

His place was taken by Li Shao.

Li Shao bullied a child, did not feel embarrassed at all, and picked up the barbecue to eat.

As if that was his place.

"Cousin, where's my grilled sausage?"

Midsummer waited for a long time and waited for a lonely time.

"No, only one was baked."

"So there's only Momo's, not mine?"

"Nope."

Li Shao cherishes words like gold.

In the middle of summer, he ignored him.

Although he was squeezed aside, this did not prevent Lu Yao from being courteous.

In his eyes, the boss saved his ear, and the grace of dripping water should be repaid with a spring.

What's more, this ear is much more important than the grace of a drop of water.

Until the end of the picnic, the prince had a cold face.

Yan Mo and Midsummer went to pick wildflowers.

Lu Yao prides himself as a flower messenger, so he has to follow the two of them.

Li Beicheng also followed.

The mountain is not easy to walk, and Yan Mo fell twice.

Li Beicheng stretched out his hand to support her and frowned: "Don't pick it up, it's black." ”

"What black?"

Yan Mo was stunned and didn't react.

Li Beicheng glanced at the mud on her face, "Black briquettes." ”

"Li Beicheng!"

Yan Mo stomped his feet angrily and glared at him angrily.

Is she shameless?

Li Beicheng was stunned when he realized that he had said the wrong thing, and pulled her aside, "What do you want, I'll help you." ”

After that, Yan Mo didn't do it again, and Li Beicheng picked all the flowers she wanted to pick in front of her.

Yan Mo sat with Sheng Xia and knitted garlands and bracelets.

Lu Yao leaned aside and said happily: "Yan Mo will make one for me too, and I will wear one too." ”

Yan Mo just wanted to speak.

Li Beicheng hugged a lot of flowers and looked at her with a frown, "The flowers I picked, weave them for me first." ”

Yan Mo: "......"

Midsummer: "......"

Yan Mo and Sheng Xia made a few garlands, Li Beicheng took one, Yan Mo wore one, and Lu Yao desperately picked one up.

After picking up the garland, I found that Yan Mo didn't know where to go.

"Where's my boss?"

He turned his head to look at Midsummer, puzzled.

Midsummer rolled her eyes, "Lose it." ”

Over there, Yan Mo and Li Beicheng talked while walking.

Yan Mo pointed at his fingers and looked at the garland on Li Beicheng's head, as if he had discovered some new world.

"Doesn't look good?"

Li Beicheng raised his eyebrows, and there was a little smile in his deep eyes.

"Of course it's pretty, I made it up."

"Hmm."

Yan Mo snorted lightly, and remembered the matter of the jar of stars again, and her heart hurt a little.

Li Beicheng seemed to see through what she was thinking, and explained: "I just came back, there are a lot of things in the company, and I was busy going back to the company for a meeting that day, and I didn't mean to overturn your star." ”

Yan Mo was slightly stunned and looked at him in surprise.

Was he explaining this to himself?

"But I still knocked over ......"

Yan Mo lowered her head and sighed.

It's very distressing......

Li Beicheng didn't know how to comfort him, even if he picked up the stars that day, only half of them were left, and the bottle was broken.

He was melancholy.

On the contrary, the little girl opened her mouth first, "Forget it, it's not an important thing, I'm not angry." ”

"How's your high school schoolwork, are you tired?"

Li Beicheng changed the subject.

"It's okay, I'm not tired of fighting."

“……”