Zimmer took Xin He to the breakfast shop opposite to pack.

Until he went back, Zimmer always held Xin He's hand.

Xin He didn't speak all the way, hanging his head slightly, counting the fallen leaves passing by his feet.

After getting out of the elevator, Zimmer let go of Xin He's hand when he walked to the door of his house.

The warm touch of his wrist was gone, and Xin He lowered his eyes to take a look.

Ji Mo turned sideways slightly and let Xin He go in first.

It wasn't the first time Xin He came, so he found a place to sit in the corner of the sofa.

Ji Mo poured a glass of water for Xin He first, and then went to the bedroom to take a simple shower.

Rubbing his hair out, Xin He still maintained the sitting posture just now, curled cross-legged in the corner of the sofa, holding a pillow in his hand, hanging his head as if in a daze.

As soon as Ji Mo came out, Xin He noticed it, she turned her head and found that he had taken a bath.

Zimmer's hair was still dry, and the water droplets on the strands slid down his face into his collarbone before disappearing.

Xin He's eyes stared at Zimmer without blinking.

Although there is a layer of clothing, Xin He can still feel that there must be abdominal muscles under the cloth.

Xin He suddenly wanted to reach out and touch it.

Zimmer walked towards Xinhe, stopped beside her, and sat down.

After a short silence, Xin He spoke dryly: "You just said that you drew a caricature for my novel?" How do you know? ”

Zimmer's voice was deep and elegant: "Your editor asked me last night, and then I agreed. ”

Xin He blinked in a daze: "But aren't you very busy?" ”

"So I pushed the script adaptation of my comics." Zimmer said casually.

Xin He didn't know what to say: "You ......"

The current film and television adaptations are all messy adaptations of the original works, and it's good to meet a screenwriter with good strength, but if you meet a screenwriter who is a pit person, the finished product is simply spicy.

Although Xin He did not write a complete work himself, he also knew that whether it was a novel or a comic, every author treated it as a child.

It's great to be able to be a screenwriter yourself.

Zimmer pushed ......

"Look, I've pushed such an important thing for you, should you compensate me?" Ji Mo propped his chin, looked at Xin He with dark eyes, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes had a faint smile.

Xin He tilted his head: "I feel that you don't lack anything, I feel that you are richer than me, as long as I can afford it, I will give it to you!" ”

Ji Mo raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this: "Are you serious? ”

Xin He hesitated for a second: "It's really ......."

Listening to Xin He's words, the corners of Ji Mo's lips were slightly pursed, and he leaned closer to her, "But I still lack a girlfriend." ”

Zimmer's voice was hoarse and low, and the warm breath sprayed on the girl's neck, and Xin He trembled.

"You, you ......"

"Huh? What's wrong with me? Zimmer's voice was lazy.

"You get out of the way!"

"You say yes first."

"Get out of here!"

"You promise me to get up."

Ji Mo said, getting closer and closer to Xin He, and there was almost no distance between the two.

Xin He was teased by Ji Mo's voice, but he was helpless, "Then you get up first." ”

"I'll just say yes."

Ji Mo tilted his head, and could only see Xin He's side face.

The girl's skin was fair, blown, faint flush on it, and her pink lips were gently pursed.

Looking at it, people can't help but want to bully.。。

Ji Mo sighed softly in his heart, but unfortunately it was not the time yet, he was afraid of scaring the little girl.