When you like someone, you like everything about them. When I don't like it, I feel disgusted even when I mention his name.

I am not a woman who loves makeup, but in front of Murong Su, I still want to show my most beautiful side. When he saw Murong Su, he was walking out of the security checkpoint. When I saw me standing in the crowd, I waved my arms in joy.

Compared to a long time ago, his personality is much more cheerful. Ran over the crowd to me with a nice smile.

I love this familiar face.

When did Murong Su's words become so nagging.

From the airport to the hotel, his saliva never stopped. He told me what kind of trouble he had at work and what kind of bad habits people in the company were. He told me exactly what he had been through in the past few months, but he didn't notice my embarrassed looks.

I was silent for a long time, and I couldn't bear to interrupt him.

Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Murong Su's hands easily put on the back of my hands. I stiffened and turned my head to find him smiling at me with the biggest expression of his face.

Attracted by this smile for a moment, I couldn't take my hand off.

Murong Su, who is used to living in luxury houses, even looks for the most luxurious hotel in Beijing. After standing at the front desk and nagging with the cashier for a long time, he took my room card and took me to my room.

I was a little apprehensive in my heart, but when Murong led me into the room with that hand, I suddenly felt insecure.

He's not that kind of person.

I comforted myself, and then cautiously followed Murong Su's footsteps into the room.

"Are you scared?" Murong Su put his things on the table. When he turned to look at me, the expression on his face became confused.

I was a little scared, but I wasn't afraid.

Struggling to squeeze a smile out of my face, I shook my head, "I'm afraid of something, I'm not a child." ”

He crouched down close to me, "You put on makeup today." ”

I nodded and he asked me, "Is it to see me?" ”

"Hmm," I nodded, lest you bother with what I looked.

I wanted to tell him that, but I never said it.

Murong Su's expression suddenly became shy, and he did it next to me. His face was so close to me that even his breathing was rapid.

I wanted to push Murong Su away, and even grabbed his arm with both hands. But it didn't work, Murong Su's body strength was too great, and I was pressed on the bed by him if I didn't sit firmly.

"Murong Su," I began to panic.

Unhurried, he pressed his face to mine, "It's called Susu." ”

"Susu," the magnetic voice made me blurt out.

Suddenly, he laughed and looked at me condescendingly. He removed his hands from me and crouched down on the ground laughing. He clutched his stomach and looked at each other with a confused look.

He said, "Tutu, this is the first time I've seen you cry. ”

Before the tears could be shed, I swallowed them back into my stomach. Annoyed, I stood up and slapped him. The slap on his arm didn't hurt or itch.

He stopped smiling and stared at me blankly for a long time. Reaching out and hugging me into his arms, the beating heart warmed my body with the heartbeat.

"Tutu," he said, "it's good to be able to hold you." ”

I don't have that deep feelings for Murong Su, but I look forward to it unusually. Contradictory as I am, I don't know if I like him or not. I looked at Murong Su's face for a long time, and the steak on the plate was so cold that it didn't seem to speak. He looked up at me several times, but immediately lowered his head when he met my gaze.

Murong Su ate quickly, so fast that the dim sum that came up was swept away after a while.

He looked up at me, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Murong Su frowned.

The knife and fork in my hand slashed across the stiff steak, and I tried to keep myself as calm as I could.

Me: "Can't you even look at it?" ”

Murong Su: "Yes!" Come on, come on, take a few more looks! ”

Across the table, he sat directly next to me. Those bright eyes looked straight at me, and they kept their hands on my shoulders defenselessly.

At least I will have a little heartbeat for Murong Su.

We didn't eat this meal very restrainedly, but it ended in Murong Su's gobbling. After I had eaten the last bite of the hard steak, his brow furrowed like that of an old man. He handed him a glass of hot boiled water, and then put on that questioning face.

He gentlemanly carried my bag on his back, then took my hand and walked out of the store.

"It's all hard, tell you not to eat it." Murong Su's back is very good-looking.

I was a little distracted, and my mind was disrupted. When the man saw that I did not speak, he turned away. My hands shook in front of my eyes for a long time, and the wrinkles on my forehead deepened. He snapped his fingers in front of me, and then my thoughts were pulled back.

He was a little dissatisfied, but he just looked at me lightly, "You're thinking a little too much today." ”

"I didn't think so much about it one day," the hands were withdrawn from his palms, and my flat face was a little more hesitant.

He shook his head, "No, you wouldn't have such an expression when you saw me. ”

"What kind of expression?"

"Melancholy."

“？”

"You would never show such an expression in front of me," Murong Su stood in front of me like an grown child, looking down at me, "You won't show me your vulnerability. ”

"Yes," I nodded, "You know Murong Su, what is on my mind right now. ”

He shook his head and looked at me expectantly.

The trepidation in my heart finally disappeared, and after sorting out my words, I smiled at him, "I seem to like you." ”

He didn't speak, he just looked at me quietly. Looking at it, tears welled up in my eyes. He reached out to cover his mouth, then crouched down. The smile was all overshadowed by a whimper. The strength I once thought was broken in the sound of Murong Su crying.

Perhaps for him, my liking is the best proof of that.

I don't understand how shocking the sentence "I want to like you" is for Murong Su, and I don't know how deep his liking for me is. At this moment, all the uneasiness in my heart, and my longing for Uncle Kiki, have drifted out of the clouds.

I squatted down and hugged Murong Su in my arms.

"Tutu," Murong Su's voice was hoarse, but he didn't look up at me, "let me squat for a while." ”

"Okay," I was a little tired from squatting, so I simply sat down on the ground. I hugged Murong Su tightly, even though the passers-by around me cast strange glances. I won't let go, just as Murong Su won't give up on me.

There was no voice in his head, except for his heart-rending tears.