Qiao Yue saw Su Mingyuan standing at the three-point line, and with a skillful force of his wrist, the basketball flew straight towards the basket along the parabola.

Everyone's eyes followed the basketball, but Su Mingyuan turned his head sideways and looked in her direction.

Qiao Yue's gaze and Su Mingyuan's on the noisy court met together so accurately, passing through eight years of estrangement.

Qiao Yue suddenly felt the urge to cry, the tip of her nose was sour, and her vision gradually became hazy, but the corners of her mouth raised a happy and bitter smile.

In the mist, Qiao Yue looked at a young man in a white shirt, sweating profusely and walking towards him.

She knew that it was Su Mingyuan.

She quickly turned her head away, took a deep breath, forced the wetness in her eyes back, and turned her face with a smile on her face.

Although Qiao Yue tried her best to hide it, Su Mingyuan still saw something strange in her reddish eyes.

"What's wrong?" Su Mingyuan asked in a low voice, his good-looking eyebrows subconsciously raised, and his tone was difficult to hide his concern.

His tone, just like in school back then, whenever he saw Qiao Yue's face slightly unhappy, he would ask very seriously if someone was bullying her, his good-looking eyes stared at her face, and his eyebrows were also wrinkled inadvertently.

"It's okay, I'm blinded by the dust." As she spoke, Qiao Yue raised her hand and pretended to rub her eyes.

But before her hand touched her eyes, she was grabbed by Su Mingyuan, "The hand injury is not clean." ”

After speaking, he pulled Qiao Yue over, leaned forward with the help of the lights on the court, and lowered his head to lean forward.

Qiao Yue didn't expect Su Mingyuan to suddenly make such a move, she stared at a pair of big watery eyes, and when she saw his face getting closer and closer, her heart jumped, and she subconsciously wanted to dodge.

"Don't move." Su Mingyuan said in a low voice.

Qiao Yue really didn't move, standing in place, watching Su Mingyuan's handsome face get closer and closer, so close that she could feel his breathing.

Su Mingyuan lowered his head, approached Qiao Yue's face, reached out and lifted her chin, making her head rise slightly, staring at her watery black eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Which eye?" ”

Qiao Yue was stunned for a moment, then came back to her senses, knowing that Su Mingyuan asked her which eye she was fascinated by, she blinked her eyes and said nonsense, "Left eye." ”

Then the realization landed on Su Mingyuan's resolute and stylish jaw, and his heart thumped.

After listening to Qiao Yue's words, Su Mingyuan leaned slightly to the right, stared at her reddish eyes, looked at her for a long time, confirmed that there was nothing in her eyes, and then put his heart down, then blew lightly and retreated.

"Try it in a blink." Su Mingyuan said.

Qiao Yue blinked obediently, and tears slid down her cheeks.

"It's still uncomfortable?" Su Mingyuan asked.

Qiao Yue shook her head and said, "It's much better." Then he took out a tissue and wiped away the tears that had fallen from pretending to be blind.

A young couple happened to pass by them, and the girl said to the boy next to her with envy: "You see how intimate and romantic people are, how like you, they only care about playing games." ”

Qiao Yue glanced at Su Mingyuan with some embarrassment, as if he hadn't heard anything, and there was still a faint look on his face.

The two walked for a while, and then walked back to the hotel.

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The next day was the last day of a business trip in City A, and Qiao Yue thought that the schedule would be full.

She got up early in the morning and dressed neatly, only to find that Su Mingyuan was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee in a casual dress.

Qiao Yue glanced at the time, and then looked at Su Mingyuan with a puzzled face. Read the latest chapter of "Su Shao's Crazy Wife: Mrs. Come to the Claw Book House in the Bowl" for free for the first time.

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