Su Yihuan couldn't wait in her heart, Shi Mosheng's family members were all people who could only be seen in books, magazines, and TV, and it was really embarrassing for her to sit around her and chat about family life at the moment, so that she was not nervous at all.

The main reason is because she is an impostor, not a real girlfriend, but she is treated with this enthusiasm, and she feels that she is a hateful liar and has a troubled conscience.

She and Shi Mosheng walked out of the house and came to the back garden.

The garden is still deserted, but there is a flower room, which is warm and warm, and some flowers of various colors are planted, the most of which is phalaenopsis.

The wing-shaped blades hang down in bunches, and the trellises of the stairs are arranged from high to low to form a wall of flowers.

It turns out that the flower arrangements in the villa are all supplied from here.

Su Yihuan remembered that in the movie "The Great Gatsby", Gatsby prepared a room of white phalaenopsis to welcome Daisy.

She held up a flower, its quivering pale pink petals, like a butterfly temporarily perched on the stem, ready to fly away at any moment.

"Nervous?" He asked.

"Nervous ......"

She told the truth: "I'm most afraid of being asked how we dated, who confessed to whom first, I can't make it up." ”

"Didn't we go on a date?"

Shi Mosheng leaned down slightly and approached her: "Eating, watching movies, skiing, aren't these dates?" ”

Those...... Calculate...... Dating?

Su Yihuan was confused.

Shi Mosheng stood up straight again: "As for confession, of course I have to confess first." ”

Su Yihuan felt that the air around her seemed to have undergone some unknown changes, and the surrounding phalaenopsis seemed to be alive, but they were fluttering in her stomach.

Butterflies in my stomach……

She was nervous, feeling that he would say something at any moment and make her world upheaval.

In her perception, time stood still in this instant.

This stagnation was shattered in a matter of seconds.

"It's time to eat."

It's the voice of the cooking aunt.

In a word, time continues to pass.

Shi Mosheng didn't say anything, just looked at her.

Auntie called again.

Su Yihuan cleared his throat: "Okay, let's go back." ”

At the dinner table, Gu Changan took chopsticks to Su Yihuan to distribute vegetables, Su Yihuan especially remembered that Gu Yiyi said that when he was a child, he couldn't finish eating and was beaten on the back of his hand by Shi Mosheng with chopsticks, which is about the family rule of the Lu family.

So she ate as much as she wanted, Lu Yanzhi thought that she had an excellent appetite, and even asked her aunt to serve her another bowl of crab porridge.

But Su Yihuan really couldn't eat it, looking at the porridge bowl and being embarrassed, only to hear Shi Mosheng next to him say: "This is what I love to eat, give it to me." ”

Before the words fell, I heard Lu Yanzhi look at Shi Mosheng's head: "Haven't you eaten?" What to grab? ”

This time, it is really a substitute, Su Yihuan glanced at Shi Mosheng gratefully, and stepped forward to exonerate him.

She reached out and took the porridge bowl and put it in front of Shi Mosheng, her tone seemed to be helpless and spoiling: "Give it to you." ”

A pair of children's attitudes made Lu Yanzhi's expression improve, and he just said without pain: "Xiao Su, don't blindly put up with him and spoil him." ”

Su Yihuan found that Shi Mosheng was definitely not as stable as he is now when he was young, he must have been an extremely naughty child, and it can be seen from Lu Yanzhi's attitude towards him that he is used to strict discipline.

After the meal, she secretly asked Shi Mosheng: "Were you particularly naughty when you were a child?" "God of Dancing eBook

"What did my mom tell you?" He asked.

Su Yihuan raised his eyebrows: "Don't you recruit yourself, right?" I'll just say that your father has always treated you as a bear child, so you still have two faces, Lord Dean? ”

As he spoke, his hand restlessly tried to tug at his cheek.

I thought so, but I didn't dare to actually do it.

They were going upstairs to see Shi Mosheng's bedroom.

He walked upstairs with his hands in his pockets, his back was long, and he looked back at her raised face: "My mother will definitely not be able to hold back for a while, and will tell you about those troubles when I was a child." ”

Suddenly, he reached out and pinched her face: "When the time comes, plug your ears and don't listen." ”

Just now, I wanted to pinch Shi Mosheng's face, but now my cheek was pinched.

Is this also a spiritual heart? Su Yihuan was cranky.

At the end of the second floor, Shi Mosheng stopped, opened a door, and tilted his head into the door: "Welcome to visit my room." ”

With a strong curiosity, Su Yihuan walked into Shi Mosheng's bedroom.

In fact, I have seen him in the hospital lounge before, and it is also a living place, but after all, it is a temporary residence, which is different from a real bedroom.

The bedroom represents a sense of intimacy that arouses curiosity and imagination.

The first thing that catches your eye is the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

The window of Shi Mosheng's room is semi-arc-shaped, directly facing the landscape lake outside, with a very large area and first-class lighting.

Su Yihuan is like a tourist, his footsteps lightly stepping on the soft carpet.

On the left is the bed, which is really big, roughly enough to sleep four or five people, Shi Mosheng's image of the nightgown suddenly flashed in her mind, she hurriedly did not squint, deliberately ignored the bed, looked directly to the right, and was attracted by the huge bookshelf.

"Wow!"

Su Yihuan couldn't help but sigh.

The room is raised high, the bookshelves go from the ceiling to the floor, and if you want to see the top floor, you have to crane your neck.

She touched the spine of the books one by one, one of them were European writers, and the other was a philosophy book, and the original and translated versions of various works were placed next to each other.

The bronzing handwriting is concave and convex to the touch, most of the books are half-old, with traces of time, and some of the old books have been specially repaired.

Wilde, Samuel Beckett, Marc Aurelius......

Su Yihuan strolled from one end of the bookshelf to the other, like a guest buying books in a bookstore.

Suddenly, she looked up, pointed to the top corner and asked, "What are those books?" ”

"Albums." Shi Mosheng replied.

"Albums? Can I see if it's okay? ”

Su Yihuan was suddenly full of interest, her eyes were shining with stars, and Shi Mosheng felt that if she rejected her, it would be a crime to let the shining light in her eyes turn into disappointment, so she nodded.

Su Yihuan climbed the small ladder in two steps, took out one of them, sat down on the highest level of the ladder, put the photo album on his lap, and opened it.

This is not the first album, because the boy in it is obviously several years old, his face is round, unlike at this time, the bones are angular, his mouth is smiling, his eyes are as black as grapes, he is smiling and squinting, sweet and cute, which makes people want to hug him.

"I didn't expect you to be so sweet when you were a child, Dean."

Su Yihuan said, self-righteous praise.

Then the person who was praised was obviously very unhappy with her adjectives and looked at her with a frown: "Sweet? ”

"Uh, handsome!"

Seeing that the sycophant was unsuccessful, Su Yihuan hurriedly changed his words.

Shi Mosheng was noncommittal, Su Yihuan lowered his head and reached out to turn the next page, this one was two boys, and the other one was taller than Shi Mosheng.