"Is it still cold?"

Meng Yun suddenly spoke up, pulling Su Ran's thoughts back.

He didn't know when he stopped, looked at her, and asked worriedly.

Su Ran smiled at him and said, "It's not cold, it's warm." ”

Meng Yun's love is quiet and silent, deep as the sea, and tough as a rock.

He never seems to care about whether there will be feedback, everything is done according to his heart, not forced, not aggressive, and he has a kind of immovable bearing.

Su Ran smiled bitterly in her heart: Admit it, you have already been tempted. You've been in love with him for the past three years. No, it should be said, you never forgot him, all the time.

In the past three years, she has buried herself in cumbersome affairs, and found all kinds of excuses to push away the young talents introduced by Yang Qi, not because she is escaping and escaping her feelings.

She was afraid, afraid that once she calmed down, she would think of him again.

Finally, she felt that she had let go and didn't care, and his appearance ruthlessly exposed her self-deceptive lies.

Those pasts have been closed by her in a no-man's corner, and he is the key to open it.

This time, what to do?

Will you ruthlessly push him away again, or will you accept him?

Either way, she couldn't do it.

Su Ran lowered her eyes and collected all her emotions.

Meng Yun drove back, looking sideways at Su Ran from time to time, his fingers clutching the steering wheel, revealing his true emotions.

Su Ran sat in the co-pilot, opened half of the window, and quietly looked out the window in a daze.

In fact, he was very happy today, because Su Ran finally stopped avoiding him, treating him like a stranger, and she gradually revealed her true emotions.

Maybe she didn't realize that she was exactly the same as before, and she hadn't changed at all.

She will lose her temper at him and will involuntarily rely on him.

Although only a little, he was already satisfied.

But I don't know why, when he was by the river, he felt that Su Ran's mood was low again, and he couldn't help but be a little worried.

Am I not good enough? Why don't you bear it with me when you're sad?

"I've arrived, thank you." Su Ran unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door.

She turned around and whispered, "Be careful when you go back." ”

Meng Yun nodded and said, "Okay, you go in quickly, it's cold outside." ”

Anyway, she started opening up to herself, and it was a good start.

He's been waiting for so long, so what's the point of waiting?

He was about to say goodbye when a car drove across the street, its bright headlights swaying painfully.

Before Su Ran could react, Meng Yun had already turned sideways and raised his hand to cover her eyes.

Su Ran was stunned for a moment, and then obediently let him move, without resisting.

When the eyes can't see, the sense of touch and hearing becomes extremely sensitive.

Meng Yun's hand covered her eyes, and the force was very gentle.

His shallow breath fell on the side of her face, a little itchy and a little cold.

There was no smell of smoke on him, no messy smell of perfume, always a faint medicinal fragrance.

She took a deep breath and indulged in the smell.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Where she couldn't see, Meng Yun's greedy gaze was firmly fixed on her, and she was reluctant to move away for a moment.

She has pink lips, a fair neck, and small ears.

Shredded hair fell from the headband, and he couldn't help but pull her behind her ears.