As usual, as soon as the car stopped, Hu Miaomiao obediently got out of the car, walked into the villa, went upstairs, went to the room where she had spent countless nights with Mojing City, and began to take a bath.

Mo Jingcheng put away his laptop unhurriedly before getting out of the car.

He caught a glimpse of the scarf, hat and mask that Hu Miaomiao left in his car, and subconsciously helped her pick it up, but suddenly pinched a touch of wetness, as well as the cold touch.

How could there be so much water on her mask and scarf?

No, it's not water, he can think of it with his toes, it's her tears.

Did she cry?

Thinking about it, she was really evading intentionally or unintentionally when she first got into the car, turning her face out of the window all the way, and didn't say a word to him.

Mo Jingcheng clenched the scarf in his hand, and with a frightening cold air all over his body, he said to the assistant: "Go and find out where she just went and who she saw." ”

The assistant nodded respectfully, "Yes." ”

After that, Mojing City also strode into the villa.

In the bathroom in the master bedroom, the sound of running water was still rattling, and Mo Jingcheng waited for at least a few hours before seeing Hu Miaomiao come out wearing a thick bathrobe.

She hadn't dried her hair, and her long hair was still dripping downward.

Mo Jingcheng sat on the sofa, his slender legs overlapping at will, giving people a cold and lazy feeling.

Seeing such an Ink Scripture City, Hu Miaomiao would have an inexplicable heartbeat every time.

I feel that Mojing City must have been kissed by God when he was born, so he will have the most handsome face in the world.

He was God's favorite, but she was a poor puppy he picked up from the side of the road.

"Come here." Mo Jingcheng coldly spat out two words.

Hu Miaomiao's body trembled slightly, and he approached him very mechanically, and then sat tremblingly and gently sat on the empty seat beside him.

Instantly, a large towel fell on her head.

She nervously clenched her bathrobe.

For the first time, Mo Jingcheng took a towel and began to slowly wipe her long hair.

His movements were unprecedentedly gentle, but she was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, "Jingcheng, I ......"

"Shhhh

She shut down suddenly, not daring to say a word more.

Like a soulless puppet, she sat there stiffly, still helping her dry all her hair inch by inch.

Silence spreads between the two, and the atmosphere is eerie and awkward.

"Miao......" Mo Jingcheng suddenly spit out two words softly behind her, her tone was very light, and her voice was very deep and beautiful, like the sound of a cello playing at midnight.

Hu Miaomiao shook lightly and responded: "What's wrong?" ”

Mo Jingcheng put Hu Miao's long hair in the palm of his hand and played, and asked, "Miao, tell me, where did you go this afternoon, why didn't Xiao Zhi follow you?" ”

Xiao Zhi is Hu Miaomiao's agent and assistant, and he is the person who has been by her side since the beginning of Mojingcheng.

"I ......, Xiaozhi's grandmother passed away yesterday morning, she took a few days off to go home, and I was alone these days."

That's why she dared to go to the hospital alone to find Doctor Gu, if Xiao Zhi followed, where would she dare to run around, maybe she would have been tied up by Mojing City a long time ago.

"So you just went to the World Trade Center by yourself, just to buy a few lipsticks?"

Hu Miaomiao paused for a few seconds and nodded lightly, "Yes, yes." ”