Yan You leaned on him, with a warm smile on his eyebrows and eyes.

As if thinking of something, he poked his head out of his arms: "Where's your suitcase?" ”

Mo looked at her with deep eyebrows: "What?" ”

"I'm the only one living here, there are no spare rooms, and if you haven't booked a hotel yet, I think I'll have to book it for you in advance."

Mo Yi stared at her deeply, his deep eyes were like lacquer, he smiled meaningfully, and said in a low voice: "I don't mind committing myself." "By implication, I wouldn't mind committing myself to sharing a bed with you.

Well? Yan You was stunned for a moment, but after realizing it, his face suddenly turned red.

Mo smiled at the corner of his eyes: "I mean, I turned around just now and saw that there was a spare single bed in the study, I don't mind taking a moment, what do you want?" "In the end, I deliberately used a deep voice to 'um', and the end note was inexplicably ambiguous and sultry.

Yan You felt that his ears were hot, and pushed him: "You obviously did it on purpose." ”

Mo Yi showed a mouthful of white teeth with a deep smile, clamped her hand, stared at her with black eyes, leaned over and said, "Is that okay or not?" ”

Yan You looked at him vigilantly with a red face, not understanding what he meant by asking, but in case he fell into his trap again, he politely refused: "The single bed in the study is too small, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep." ”

"There's no couch yet." Mo Yishen glanced at the sofa beside him.

In order to stay, the president of the Mo family even proposed to sleep on the sofa, Yan You choked, took a deep breath, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Mr. Mo likes it." ”

Mo stared at her with a deep smile, reaching out and caressing her hair.

******

Paris in September is full of romance and beauty, and the Seine River at the foot of the Eiffel Tower meanders through the whole of Paris, adding a bit of poetry to this already beautiful city.

On the riverside, a few painters are facing the river to depict its soft and elegant charm.

The breeze is gentle and tranquil.

On the cruise, Yan You was holding a single-lens reflex camera to focus on the scene selection and taking pictures.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone gently, and the wind gently lifted the hem of her skirt and the ends of her hair.

Mo Yishen looked at her serious and focused appearance, and his heart was soft.

How fortunate I am to meet her in this life, and I have to look back at her.

Yan You took the photo he wanted, and when he looked up, he saw that he was looking at him with extremely gentle eyes.

The four eyes are facing each other, and in the silence, there is a silent love.

'Click'.

Mo Yiyan tilted his head and looked at a French man who was taking pictures of them with a camera next to him.

The other party bowed his head slightly and said, "I'm very sorry, I didn't have your permission... Because... It's wonderful, so... Filmed it. "His Chinese is very stiff.

Yanyou smiled and shook his head: "It's okay. ”

Mo Yishen stood aside and said in fluent French, "Can you show me the photos you took?" ”

"Of course." The other party was a little surprised to hear that he could speak French, and then handed over the camera.

Yan You glanced at him, she never knew that he could speak French, and he spoke so standardly, so... Good...

Mo Yishen took the camera and looked at it, then took out his mobile phone and copied a photo and deleted the original.

Handing the camera back to the other party, Mo said lightly: "I'm sorry, only I can have her photos." ”

The French man was slightly stunned, then waved his hand and smiled: "I completely understand." ”

Yan You stood aside and watched, his cheeks burning inexplicably.

Years later, Yanyou still remembers the last words the French man said to her before leaving.

"Your husband is the gentlest man I have ever met."