"No, no, it's nothing, I'm just here to see if you're doing. Any questions? Mo Shaojie stood there scratching his ears and cheeks with an embarrassed look.

An Xiaomi didn't know why he asked such a clueless question, but she still replied politely: "No problem!" everything is ok！ ”

"Okay, it's okay, then I'll go back." Mo Shaojie turned around and ran away without a trace.

An Xiaomi: "......"

Did he get water in his head, or was it something going on? Did you come here just to have a few words with her?

After An Xiaomi entered the bedroom, her mobile phone rang, and she took it out to see that the person who called her was Xiang Yang.

After the phone was connected, Xiang Yang's warm voice flowed in his ears like spring water: "Classmate Yun, do you have time now?" ”

Xiang Yang is always so gentle, always so polite, and he is gentle every time he speaks.

"Well, yes."

"I'd like to meet you if I can."

"Meet? Where is it? ”

This is the first time that Xiang Yang took the initiative to ask her to meet at the Imperial Royal Academy, and the last time they met at Xiang Xun's birthday party was an accident.

"I'll send you the location, and you let me know before you come over."

"I'll be over right away, waiting for your positioning."

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Yang sent his location to An Xiaomi.

An Xiaomi followed the positioning and went to find Xiangyang.

*

The place chosen by Xiang Yang is a dessert shop between the Ministry of Everyday and the Ministry of Nobility.

The dessert shop was hung with the words "Closed today", but the door was ajar, and through the glass window, An Xiaomi could see Xiang Yang, who was wearing the clerk's clothes, busy in front of the dessert cabinet.

An Xiaomi walked to the store, Xiang Yang took out the freshly baked mashed potatoes from the oven, and when he saw An Xiaomi, he showed a gentle smile, and the warmth in his eyes was even more obvious.

"You're here." Xiang Yang placed the mashed potatoes on a delicate glass table filled with a variety of pastries.

An Xiaomi looked at Xiang Yang, who was dressed casually in an apron, and said with a smile: "Could it be that Xiang Yangjun's hobby is to bake in the dessert house?" ”

"It's not just me, Gong Qianhan likes it too." Xiang Yang inadvertently mentioned Gong Qianhan: "The desserts and pastries he makes taste better." ”

After finishing speaking, Xiang Yang's fingers slammed, but soon returned to nature.

"Really?" An Xiaomi didn't feel the subtle change in Xiang Yang's expression. "However, now I can't reveal my identity to him, so I don't have a taste for the desserts he makes."

After the words fell, An Xiaomi casually picked up a piece of tiramisu and put it in her mouth and ate it in a big gulp: "Uh-huh, hmm, hmm...... The pastries made by Xiang and Xiang Yangjun are really super delicious. ”

An Mi ate quickly and without image, and the pastries were glued to the corners of her mouth and chin.

After Xiang Yang took off his apron and sat opposite An Xiaomi, he stretched out his hand to wipe these stains off her: "Eat slowly, I won't rob you, if you like it, I'll continue to make it for you." ”

"Yes, yes, yes...... Eaten. There are pastries on both sides of An Xiaomi's cheeks, and the cheeks on both sides are like a small steamed bun, which looks particularly cute and soft and cute, making people want to go up and kiss it.

Xiang Yang worked hard to restrain his desires, and those thoughts that wanted to get close to An Xiaomi were all turned into gentle care. That is, when An Xiaomi was eating, he would throw the cream on her face from time to time, and at this time, he would turn into a guardian and help her clean up these "blemishes".