Looking at Mo Qingchen who was so stunned, Su Yunran was in a good mood for a while, and his white and tender little hands gently pinched Mo Qingchen's face, and his eyes flashed with ill intentions.

"You say, what would your guards think if they saw that their master was being treated like this by a lowly waste?"

Mo Qingchen smiled slightly, reached out and gently touched the tip of Su Yunran's small nose, his voice was low and doting, as if he didn't care about the wanton little hands on his face, his face was gentle and extremely tolerant.

"They'll think, this girl must be amazing."

As he spoke, Mo Qingchen bent his fingers and gently flicked Su Yun's white forehead, smiling, but determined to insist.

"It is certainly not a waste to let their master fall here, and in the future, it must be treated respectfully."

Su Yunran's earlobes were slightly red, his mouth was flattened, and he turned his head away, not looking at Mo Qingchen's burning gaze, and his clear voice was dyed with a little panic and shyness.

"Okay, I'm hungry and I'm going to have breakfast."

After speaking, he picked up the delicate bowl on the table, drank the hot porridge in small sips, and gestured, all of which were everyone's demeanor.

Mo Qingchen quietly held Su Yunran's thin body, raised his hand from time to time, and added vegetables to Su Yunran, Rumo's eyes rippled with undisguised warmth and affection.

Su Yunran raised his eyes, glanced at Mo Qingchen, and his thin eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Why don't you eat it?" ”

Mo Qingchen smiled slightly and said softly: "When you finish eating, I'll eat again." ”

Hearing this, Su Yunran raised his eyebrows, his clear eyes flashed, he put down the bowl as if he was casually, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly, and said casually: "I'm done eating, you can eat." ”

Mo Qingchen raised his lips suddenly, raised his hand and nodded at the tip of Su Yunran's small nose, and said with a smile: "Don't talk nonsense, keep eating." ”

Su Yunran shook his head, his slender little hands kept rubbing his lower abdomen, making a bitter face, and his voice was subtle, with a little pitiful meaning.

"I'm really full."

"If you eat again, you'll have to hold on."

Mo Qingchen's movements in his hand paused slightly, looked at Su Yunran carefully for a long time, and asked again, "Are you really done?" ”

Su Yunran nodded heavily, pulled Mo Qingchen's wide sleeves, and said clearly: "I'm really done." ”

"Eat it quickly, or it will be cold."

Mo Qingchen glanced at Su Yunran again, and after a while, he shook his head helplessly, picked up the bowl on the table, and ate slowly.

Su Yunran nestled quietly in Mo Qingchen's arms, staring at Mo Qingchen's face with clear eyes, his delicate little face against his warm chest, looking extremely well-behaved.

After a while, Mo Qingchen put down the bowl, and a silk handkerchief was pasted on the corner of his mouth.

Su Yunran took the silk handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of Mo Qingchen's mouth, and her clear eyes were soft.

After Su Yunran put down the silk handkerchief, Mo Qingchen took Su Yunran's white little hand and incorporated it into his wide palm, with the strength and affection that went straight to the hearts of the people.

Su Yunran's eyebrows trembled, and he was stunned for a moment, without struggling.

Wu Ze and Wu Qing walked into the room, respectfully cleaned up the table, left with full thoughts, did not forget to turn their heads before going out, glanced at Su Yunran, and closed the door lightly.

The corners of Su Yunran's mouth twitched, tilted his head slightly, winked at Mo Qingchen's clear eyes, and said with confusion: "Why do you think they look at me strangely?" ”

Mo Qingchen chuckled, raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of Su Yun's hair, and said quite seriously: "Maybe I'm sick." ”

"Really?"

Su Yunran tilted his head and narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously suspicious.

"Yes."

As he spoke, Mo Qingchen stood up with Su Yunran in his arms and walked out of the room slowly.

The melting sunlight spreads in small pieces, with a temperature that cannot be ignored, and it is warm to the bottom of my heart.

Su Yunran couldn't help but stretch out his little white hand and placed it under the sun, feeling the comfort and pleasure brought by the warm sun, his face was slightly moved, with a faint smile.

Mo Qingchen hugged Su Yunran tightly, walking steadily in the bright sunlight, the cold frost condensed on his face on weekdays also melted, and the cold ice in Rumo's eyes faded, and in the sunlight, it seemed to have a temperature that could not be ignored.

Su Yunran nestled quietly in Mo Qingchen's arms, and his clear gaze slowly slid over the surrounding grass and trees, like a gurgling stream, flowing gently, leaving a touch of warmth.

"Ah Ran."

Looking at Su Yunran, who was lazily yawning in his arms, Mo Qingchen couldn't help but slow down his pace and spoke softly.

Su Yunran raised his eyes lazily, his eyes were filled with a misty blank color, and he replied casually and softly, "Hmm." Then he yawned again, his head moved slightly, and he obediently leaned on Mo Qingchen's warm and stable chest, exuding a lazy atmosphere.

Mo Qingchen lowered his head slightly, and his ink-like eyes seemed to be warm and soft with a gentle wind, "Tired?" ”

"Nope."

Su Yunran shook his head and said lazily: "Qingchen, I want to hear you play the qin." ”

Mo Qingchen chuckled, raised his feet and walked towards the depths of the courtyard, the hem of his dark clothes was scattered with warm sunlight, and the gentle voice was accompanied by a little streamer, diffusing in the soft wind.

"Okay."

Mo Qingchen hugged Su Yunran and came to a late dew tree, carefully put it on the swing under the tree, pulled her white little hand, and put it on the green vine.

Underneath him are soft vines and small flowers of various colors, exuding a faint fragrance, and the fingertips touch the soft vines, with a little bit of warmth.

Su Yunran shook his head, his eyes slowly returned to clarity, his clear eyes blinked, and his white clothes hung down properly, and the bright sunlight was circulating.

Mo Qingchen chuckled, reached out and flicked Su Yunran's head, leaned over slightly, and whispered in her ear: "If you are tired, tell me." ”

Su Yunran nodded, with a shallow smile on his face, and responded softly: "Okay." ”

Reaching out again, he gently pinched Su Yun's white little face, Mo Qingchen slowly turned around, came to the stone table on the side and sat down, the wide sleeves swept through, and a guqin lay quietly on the stone table, with the crystal seven strings shining brightly.

Mo Qingchen raised his eyes and glanced at Su Yunran, with a smile on his face, his fingers moved slightly, the strings vibrated gently under his fingers, and the long sound of the piano flowed out.

It seems that the night is quiet and hazy, the evening dew flowers bloom and flourish, the cool wind blows gently, the petals fall one after another, and the gentle arc is crossed in the air, and the moonlight ripples down, dripping with a fresh breath. The insects whispered, singing with the whispers of the wind and the flocculence of flowers.

It seems to be sprinkled with stars all over the sky, and fireflies complement each other.

Mo Qingchen's expression was slightly moved, his slender fingers plucked the strings, and his ink-like eyes trembled slightly, rippling with fine light, with deep affection, stretching continuously.

At this time, the melodious flute sounded, accompanied by the far-reaching sound of the piano, and a distant tune.

It seems that in the night, the stream seems to flow around, and the dignified little bridge stands gently, flowing with overflowing streamers and lingering fragrances.

The sound of the piano and the sound of the flute are faintly harmonious, and it seems that the petals that have fallen one after another have become soft and dance in the air.