"Uncle, this ghost weather!" When I returned to the studio, Midsummer's whole person had turned into a soup chicken, his hands were flying in his hair indiscriminately, and the sticky rain was blooming like fireworks!

"Oh! I said a long time ago not to go out, don't go out, you see, you see!" At this time, the door of the studio rushed open, Xiao Nai chattered endlessly, and threw the extremely small umbrella aside, "She Brother Mo, it's all your good ideas!"

"Oh, don't say it, Momo doesn't know that in the afternoon, this rain is really refreshing!" Yin Xue slammed the rain on her body with a big grin, "Looking at Lao Tzu's hairstyle, does it feel like a fat brother?"

"Cut, there is a feeling of a miscellaneous chicken!" Han Yumo spoke, but it was straightforward, Yin Xue listened to Han Yumo's words, and immediately turned a black line on the door of her head: "Hey, Han Momo, it's not interesting enough to say that!"

"Hey...... Hey...... Mistakes, mistakes, ......" Han Yumo glanced at the corner of her mouth, smiled stupidly, and pointed to the side of her hand, "Look, look, this is the miscellaneous chicken! Midsummer, don't you say?"

Midsummer was stunned for a moment, naturally confused, and his hands were still standing on his head: "What?"

"That, you're handsome, aren't you!

"That's a must!" Midsummer instinctively responded, only to find that the three of Xiao Nai on the side had already bent over with a smile!

Midsummer patted her head, women's words, don't believe it, how can you forget this!

"Alas...... "This world is no longer suitable for his own survival, Midsummer sighed, sat on the seat, the rain outside, mercilessly slapped the glass, and one after another water poured down the window......

"Midsummer, are you going out?" After a long while, Han Yumo walked over with her hands behind her back, her originally smooth hair, moistened by the rain, sticking to her cheeks.

At this moment, Zhongxia actually felt a little familiar, as if he and Han Yumo had seen each other like this a long time ago, the same scene, the same characters, and even the same dialogue......

"What are you looking at?" Han Yumo put her hand in front of Zhongxia's eyes and shook it again and again, "I ask you, are you going out?"

"Huh?!hmm...... Hmmm......" Midsummer was stunned for a moment, and replied hesitantly, wanting to ask Han Yumo if he was familiar with the current scene, but when the words came to his mouth, his brain suddenly went blank, and he didn't know what to say!

As soon as he heard Midsummer's answer, Han Yumo immediately came to his senses, and pointed at him with one hand: "You said you, it's okay to run around! Look, look, it's raining again! Midsummer, you just change your name to the plague god!"

"Uh...... Then why isn't it called the rain god?" Zhongxia pulled over the stool and placed it behind Han Yumo, and made his own suggestion by the way.

Han Yumo listened, looked up and down, and then shook her head silently: "You are according to the rain god, it's not so much ......worse" While saying, Han Yumo was still gesturing with his hands, and when he finished speaking, the distance between the two hands had reached the limit!

"Damn!, where is there such a bad thing!" Zhongxia looked at Han Yumo's exaggerated movements, not cold at all, "That...... Do I have the advantages of wood......"

"Pros?!...... I'll think about it, I'll think about it......" Han Yumo pretended to drag her chin with her arms in a deep manner, her brows were tightly locked, and she was very serious.

Midsummer sat opposite Han Yumo with anticipation, and after a while, Han Yumo finally made a move and signaled that Midsummer was over.

"Ahh

"Cut! Miss Ben's dictionary doesn't have these two words at all...... Yes...... Ahh

"Get out! it's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, this is all a matter of no choice, okay!"

"Cut, I don't care, you're responsible!" Han Yumo said, pulling Midsummer's drawing board with one hand, "That...... I'll take a nap and help me watch the teacher. ”

Before Zhongxia could answer, Han Yumo had already closed his eyes holding the drawing board, what a wrongdoer, I will kill you! Zhongxia muttered in his heart, just stood up and was about to leave, and when he looked back at Han Yumo holding the drawing board, he came back and sat down in a daze.

Midsummer is also the first time to see Han Yumo like this, with a slightly flushed face, which seems to be a slightly smoky Xizi, gently touching the calm lake.

For a moment, Midsummer even began to envy the sketchpad in Han Yumo's arms, how good would it be if he had such good luck......

Thinking, thinking, there seemed to be a different smell in the air, ambiguously entangled in Midsummer's heart, "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Even the beating sound became clear, perhaps, he had fallen in love with the girl in front of him......

The body is a little hot, the mouth is a little dry, even the hands are beginning to faintly add a layer of sweat, the dim light should shine on Han Yumo's delicate side face, Midsummer was stunned!

Perhaps, Midsummer has already been stunned, but he didn't find out......

No matter how strong a female man is, no matter how willful a female man is, even if a female man is very aggressive, there are times when she is weak and when she needs to be cared for, at this moment, Han Yumo's soft figure fills Midsummer's heart.

Midsummer didn't know when her face was raised, and she didn't know why this girl suddenly occupied her mind, and even those previous scenes appeared in Midsummer's mind one by one......

The "......" window was inadvertently opened, and a cool breeze blew Midsummer couldn't help hugging his shoulders, as if it was a little cold.

Quickly ran over and closed the window, and by the way, took the clothes that Han Yumo had brought back before, and when Midsummer just wanted to put on the thin back, a figure suddenly appeared in his mind, riding a bicycle, with a sunny face......

This...... The hand that stopped in mid-air was slowly withdrawn by Midsummer, and she ...... She has a boyfriend...... own movements, it seems...... It doesn't seem to be appropriate no matter how you look at it......

A little lost, a drop of sour water seems to be condensing at the tip of the heart, gathering, gathering, and then slowly slipping down, the whole person in midsummer is trembling, and he is so redundant at this time......

"Hiss......" Han Yumo, who was still asleep, seemed to sense a hint of coolness, shivered, and hugged his shoulders again......

- At that moment, sure I love you