Mo Yishen walked in and glanced at her font: "I haven't practiced for many years." ”

Yan You was slightly surprised, glanced at him, bowed his head slightly, and thought, connoisseur!

"Are you done talking?" Put down the brush and ask.

Mo Yishen said lightly: "It's almost there." "Actually, he came out ahead of time under the pretext of an excuse.

Yan You sighed.

Mo Yishen walked to her side, picked up the brush, and wrote the word 'Yanyou' on the paper like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing with the pen.

The clouds are like water, the atmosphere is awe-inspiring, the Tibetan rhyme is subtle, deep and calm, and he is also like his people.

Yan Youli looked at his handsome side face on the side, he looked focused and wrote very seriously, for some reason, his heart throbbed inexplicably.

Mo Yishen put down the pen and turned his head to meet her eyes, and a smile was dyed at the bottom of his eyes: "Is it good-looking?" ”

Yan You was stunned for a moment, and his cheeks instantly turned red, along with the roots of his ears.

The smile on the corner of his lips deepened, and Mo Yishen deliberately looked at the rice paper with the word 'Yanyou' written on it, and said seriously: "Isn't it good-looking?" I think it's okay. ”

The corners of Yanyou's mouth twitched, what did he ask about words? She thought he was talking about ......

Rubbing his nose, a little embarrassed.

Mo Yishen felt that it was good to tease her, and he was in a happy mood: "Why are you red?" ”

Yan You coughed lightly: "But... Probably too hot. ”

She didn't know that she had a little habit of not daring to look the other person in the eye when she lied.

Mo stared at her deeply, liking her cute appearance of being helpless in front of him, and his chest was filled with warmth.

He leaned over slightly, reached to the back of her neck, and pressed it slightly.

Yan You was slightly stunned, raised his head ignorantly, his cold and gentle breath had been covered, and the soft touch stopped at the corner of his lips, gentle and unspeakable.

The shallow kiss is better than every contact before, and for some reason, the chest is getting louder and louder, as if something is about to break out of the crack, like a butterfly, wanting to break out of the cocoon.

At this moment, there was a 'click' on the door, and Yan Munian and Lao Shen behind him stopped in shock the moment they entered the door.

This old comrade Shen felt that his wish was shattered instantly, because he was talking to Yan Munian a second ago about letting him take Yan You for a meal another day, and introduce his son to her by the way, however, the next second, he saw that the character of the Mo family was with her, and he was instantly dumbfounded.

Yan Munian's shock was no less than his, and standing at the door was neither advancing nor retreating.

Yan You woke up and retreated suddenly, she felt that she could find a crack in the ground to get into.

God, it's a shame!

However, Mo Yishen calmly stroked the little head buried in his chest, calmly pulled Yan You away, took her hand, and called Uncle Yan Mu Nian politely, and bowed to the old Shen behind him.

Lao Shen is also an understanding person, and when he saw Yan Munian's shocked appearance, he saw that he was also unaware: "Cough, that old Yan, I remember that there are still some things that have not been dealt with, so we won't eat together, Youyou, Uncle Shen will invite you to dinner another day!" ”

Yanyou is also suspicious, he knows himself? But I can't care about these things for the time being, so I just responded well.

As soon as Lao Shen left, Yan Munian also sorted out his emotions, walked in calmly, and said in an easy-going tone: "Yishen, let's go to dinner together!" It was as if he hadn't seen anything from what had just happened.

Mo Yishen glanced at Yan You, who was hanging his head, and bowed his head: "Okay." ”

In a high-end luxury and restrained western restaurant.

Yan You sat next to his father, drooping his head and not daring to look up.

Yan Munian seemed to deliberately ignore her, and only pulled Mo to chat with a deep smile.

Mo Yishen always had a faint smile of politeness and respect, but his eyes swept over his head from time to time and almost reached the words on the table.