Chapter 510: I'm going to confess to Mo Yan

Chapter 509:

the second type, romantic confession in the rain, drenched in the rain, getting wet, where is it romantic and boring;

The third way, admiring the moon and appreciating the stars to confess, well, looking at the stars and looking at the moon, how to get involved in the confession, a little embarrassing;

The fourth, love letter confession, will not write those sour poems.

Fifth, jealousy quarrels, she seems to have never been jealous, what does it feel like to be jealous, why do you quarrel after being jealous, and when you quarrel, you will blurt out a confession, it's so hard to understand.

Sixth ......

"Xiao Zi, why do you ask me how to confess?" Su Jiujiu's ears were pricked up, with a serious expression on his face, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Because I'm going to confess to Mo Yan."

Zi Qianmo was blunt.

Su Jiujiu: "!! ”

Finished.

Finished.

His Royal Highness the Demon King is really trapped, come to the truth, and take the initiative to confess to a human man, this cliff is moved by the truth.

"I always feel that I am missing something with him now."

Zi Qianmo thought seriously for a while, and then said, "After the confession, it should be complete." ”

It's intuition.

Su Jiujiu was a little entangled.

On the one hand, I don't want Xiao Zi to be with a human; On the other hand, I hope that Xiaozi is happy.

"Let's take it one step at a time."

In the end, Su Jiujiu still gave a suggestion, "Confession doesn't have to be done in one step. Start with the implication and then the explicit. ”

Zi Qianmo's light-colored glass eyes flashed slightly: "I understand." ”

Then, let's send flowers first.

Wait for a few days of flowers to be delivered before thinking about the next step.

"Thank you, little ninety-nine."

"Be polite to me." Su Jiujiu waved his hand, but he sighed long in his heart, thinking that the good cabbage let the pig arch.

Zi Qianmo rested.

In fact, he was just lying in bed, not asleep with his eyes open, and his mind was full of calculations about how to send lily of the valley flowers unknowingly.

Wrong!

And one more big problem!

This is the Rilun Pavilion of Xuanwu Academy, not the Mochen Pavilion at home, there are no lily of the valley flowers at all!

Zi Qianmo began to worry again.

What to do?

Do you want to send a letter to Miss Qianjue and ask her to pick some lily of the valley from home and help her deliver them to the academy?

After thinking about it, I felt that it was safer to send the letter.

Or, after dawn, go to Xuanwu Street to take a stroll to see if there is a flower shop, and if there is a flower shop selling lily of the valley.

this night.

Zi Qianmo was in a daze and had a dream.

In the dream, there is a self who looks very similar, but he is gentle and gentle, loves to laugh, loves to play with flowers and plants, and also planted some lily of the valley flowers.

In the dream, I took the lily of the valley and put it in a vase.

Fragrant.

"Childe, look, isn't this flower beautiful?"

After fiddling with the vase.

She smiled at the man in a wheelchair reading a book.

The man's black hair is like a waterfall, his appearance is like a god, and his temperament is cold and noble. He didn't look up, as if he hadn't heard her at all, like a big block of ice.

The self in the dream immediately became cautious, not daring to make a sound again, lest it disturb him.

Quietly stepped aside.

This man, she likes it very much.

She has been taking care of him closely.

She was close to him, but also far away.

I don't know how long it took, so long that she thought she was about to turn into a stone statue.

"Qianmo." She heard him call her.

"Childe?"

"This flower, not bad." The man closed the book in his hand and swept his gaze to the lily of the valley in the vase, "Like you." ”