hurriedly ran to the bathroom, and after a while, there was a roar inside: "Yanyou, what did you put in." ”

"Nope." Yan You held back a smile, winked innocently, and responded.

There was a chuckle next to him.

Yan You turned his head, met his eyes full of smiles, puffed out his cheeks playfully, and hung his head a little shyly.

Yan Jue walked quickly angrily, knelt on the sofa on one knee, and pulled Yan You's face: "You say, how much salt did you put in it?" ”

His cheeks were pulled and deformed, Yan You frowned in pain, pulled his wrists, his dark eyes flashed, and he pleaded vaguely: "Just let it go a little bit, it hurts, and the hero spares his life." ”

Yan Jue gritted his teeth and pulled it slightly, glared angrily, and let go of her: "You deserve to die." ”

Yan You pursed his lips and rubbed his cheeks with both hands, looking pitiful and cute.

Mo looked at her deeply, his eyes were soft and radiant.

Yan Jue glanced at him inadvertently, startled by his deep eyes, that look...

Swallowing his saliva, Yan Jue coughed lightly and looked at Yan You: "Uh, I suddenly remembered that I still have some problems, I have to go out, I'll go first!" ”

"Where are you going?" Seeing Yan Jue pick up the car keys and go out, Yan You was anxious.

"I'll be back later." After Yan Jue finished talking to himself, there was no one.

In the huge living room, there were only two people left, and the air began to thin out, and there was silence.

Yan You secretly glanced at Mo Yishen on the side, pursed his lips, and picked up the fashion week magazine on the side casually to hide the embarrassing and delicate atmosphere.

Absentmindedly flipped through a few pages.

Mo Yi glanced at the magazine in her hand, the corners of her lips were slightly outlined, and then hidden: "Yan You." ”

"Huh?" Yan You looked up sharply and looked at him.

Mo Yishen looked at her sitting precariously, looking like she was listening attentively, and held back a smile.

"Come out for a walk with me." He said an affirmative sentence.

Yan You nodded stunned, but there was a drum in his heart.

Mo Yishen got up, picked up his coat, put it on neatly, inserted it into his trouser belt with one hand, and looked sideways at Yan You: "Your book, take it upside down." After saying that, he took the lead and walked out.

Yan You's eyes widened, his cheeks instantly turned red, he threw away the magazine, bit his lip in annoyance, looked at the person walking in front, and felt that he was really embarrassed to go home.

On the night of early summer, the sparse stars on the canopy of the sky flickered faintly from time to time, the evening breeze was slightly cool, and the shadows of the trees were swaying.

The two slowly walked out of Yan's house, Yan You lowered his head, and followed him step by step.

Mo Yishen stopped, glanced at Yan You, who was only as tall as his chest, and muttered: "Yan You." ”

Yan You paused, and through the dim street lamp, he raised his eyes to stare at his deep eyes.

"I'm 26 years old this year, and I'll be 27 in a few months, more than seven years older than you, three years old, but there are two and a half years between us, I know you're still stuck in the last relationship and haven't come out, but I can wait, wait for you to let go, wait for you to open your heart, let me walk in." Mo Yishen's tone was light, and his expression was dignified.

Yan You was shocked by the determination and firmness in his eyes, and pursed his lips silently.

Mo Yi squinted his eyes slightly: "You are not yet twenty years old, you are standing at the forefront of youth, there are still good years and time, I am approaching thirty, and it is time to face up to my feelings, I don't like to be like a hairy boy, talking about love without an end as you like." Listen, everything I say now is what I think in my heart, I want to associate with you on the premise of marriage, I have full confidence in the future, but now, what I need is a response from you. ”