The wind blows off the leaves on the trees, the delicate fragrance floats in the air, the sun is warm, and the white clouds are long.

A leaf fell lightly between her hair, and Mo stared deeply at the leaf, and his slender fingers reached out to her.

Feeling that something was approaching him, Yan Youyou tilted his head, and his cool fingertips touched the corners of her forehead.

Both of them were slightly stunned, and a strange trickle swept through each other's hearts at the same time.

'Scratch, scratch...' Han Chen, who was hiding not far away, excitedly held his mobile phone and captured there.

Mo Yishen came out of Yan You, went back to the room and started working, when he stood on the windowsill and talked to the customer, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a small figure sitting in the garden downstairs.

As soon as the phone was hung up, Mo Yishen changed his clothes, hurriedly explained Han Chen's affairs and left.

Han Chen was stunned and watched Mo Yishen leave, he was really curious, he leaned on the window and looked at it, and at a glance, he saw the words below at a glance, and he was instantly enlightened.

He secretly followed, and saw this scene.

It's rare to see the boss with a paralyzed face who has such a gentle side, and it's a pity not to take pictures as a souvenir.

The atmosphere on Yan You's side was obviously a little awkward, faintly and slightly ambiguous, and after both sides were stunned for a few seconds, Yan You took the lead in looking away as if nothing had happened.

Mo Yishen's hand paused, and he reached out and gently moved away the fallen leaf.

Looking at Yan You's faintly detached calm appearance that had never happened, Mo Yishen's eyes were deep, and he turned his face sideways and lowered a certain emotion in his eyes.

Yan You was sensitive, and she clearly felt the subtle change of emotion from him at this moment.

She stared at the leaf that had fallen off his fingertips, her eyes lit up, and she unconsciously clenched her palm.

The wind in the shade of the trees has lost its warmth and is beginning to carry coolness.

Mo Yishen looked at the pimples on her arms due to the cold wind, got up, and took off her coat.

Wrapping his coat over Yan You's shoulder, Mo Yi held her hand deeply and wanted to help her up: "Go back, the wind outside is quite cold." With a light tone, ordinary people can't hear his true emotions.

But at this moment, Yan You could strongly feel his hidden displeasure.

Yan You didn't plan to get up, his head hung lower, and he muttered a sentence: "You're angry." There was no doubt about it, she said yes.

Mo Yishen stiffened, staring down at Yan You's lowered face, his lips pursed strictly, and his eyes were complex and deep to the extreme.

Yan You tightened her sticky palm, as calm as her, but at this time, her nervous palms were sweaty.

Mo Yishen was quietly shocked, he knew the sensitivity and delicacy of Yan You's thoughts, he thought that he was hidden enough in front of her, but he never thought that this moment would be easily penetrated by her.

Is it too obvious that she is out of control and wants to hide it, or is she already starting to care about her every move......

He hoped it was the latter......

Holding her wrist and standing there, I felt a slight tremor in my hand for a moment.

Mo Yi felt a deep pain in his heart, the girl he cherished, he didn't want to give her a trace of unease.

Although he wanted to do something, he knew that it was not time yet, so he had to restrain himself.

stroked her soft hair, and said in a soft tone: "I'm not angry, and I won't really be angry with you." "The soft, deep voice is like the most beautiful piano sound in the world.

Yanyou quietly loosened his palm, and then slowly got up.

Mo Yishen didn't miss her subtle movements, and casually took the crutches on the side to facilitate her support.

Mo Yi took her by the way, and said as he walked, his tone was soft and low but solemn: "I don't want my love to burden you, I will wait for you until you are willing to look at me." ”

The words were shocked.

Yan You didn't know how to walk back to the room, but felt that his brain was blank, and his words kept echoing in his mind.

Lying on the windowsill, his eyes were looking into the distance without focus, and his cheeks were faintly hot.

There was an abrupt knock on the door, pulling back Yan You's thoughts.

"You, are you ready?" The familiar magnetic voice is deep and steady.

He called her 'You'?

His cheeks seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and Yan You pressed the back of his hand against his face, a little at a loss.