Then, the two of them had their own thoughts, and they didn't speak anymore, just silently bowed their heads to eat.

After eating, Yan Yichen went to the study by himself.

Meng Yier didn't want Yu Mingxin to worry about her because of the hot search in the morning, so she sat on the sofa and chatted with Yu Mingxin through WeChat.

Half an hour later, when the two finished chatting, Meng Yier put down her mobile phone, bored and picked up the magazine next to her and flipped through it casually.

Suddenly, a pleasant guitar sound accompanied by a low, cold and moving singing voice came into my ears.

Meng Yi'er was stunned, this familiar voice was like a heavenly song.

It's Yan Yichen singing!

She sat on the couch and listened for a while, and the song seemed to have a magical power, which made people feel excited, attracting her to stand up gently and involuntarily walk upstairs.

Looking for the singing, she saw Yan Yichen sitting sideways with a guitar in his arms, sitting quietly on the bench on the rooftop.

After the rain washed all night last night, the air is exceptionally fresh, with the smell of the scent of earth, take a deep breath, and feel a chill from the bottom of my heart on this summer day.

Yan Yichen's handsome facial features played the guitar intently, his slender fingers plucked the strings of the guitar, and the beating notes poured out like flowing water.

The gentle sunlight after the rain shone through the cracks in the vines above the pavilion, sprinkling wisps of light on him, like a trance dream.

This moment will be forever.

Meng Yi'er's heart skipped a beat.

She looked at him for a long time, and in order not to disturb him, she sat down on a sofa in the distance, and quietly lay on it to listen.

The melody was slightly sentimental, with the unique timbre of the acoustic guitar, the concise accompaniment, and his cold and clean voice, which made her whole heart relax and quiet.

I don't know how long it took, Meng Yi'er, who had insomnia last night, fell asleep under his beautiful singing.

When Yan Yichen stopped and was about to get up and leave, he saw the little woman who was already sleeping at a glance.

Why is this girl here?

He was slightly stunned, and his thin lips slightly hooked up with an imperceptible arc.

Slowly walked up to her and leaned over, his dark eyes tightly pouting his sleeping beauty.

She slept peacefully, her long eyelashes were like wings, rising and falling with her breathing, looking very quiet, and her delicate red lips were slightly raised, as if she was dreaming sweetly.

Yan Yichen looked down at the sleeping woman like this, and his eyes were a little deeper.

It seemed that the sleeping position was uncomfortable, and the little woman muttered, and changed from lying on her stomach to lying on her side.

Yan Yichen pondered for a moment, the rain washed away last night, the air was a little cool, she would catch a cold if she slept here.

Thinking in his heart, he had already bent down and gently picked up Meng Yi'er.

Wen Xiang Nephrite was held in his arms, Yan Yichen's footsteps paused, looked down at her deeply, frowned, and thought to himself.

This woman is too light too!

It needs to be made up.

Yan Yichen carried him into his bedroom and gently put her on his big bed, his reluctant gaze always falling on her beautiful little face.

Looking at her delicate sleeping posture, the corners of Yan Yichen's lips rose, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

He sighed with satisfaction, feeling that if he could see her face like this for the rest of his life, it would be worth dying.

Little girl, when will you be able to open your eyes and see that it is you lying in your arms?

Yan Yichen was looking forward to it, and felt that it should not be too far away.