Murong Qiao was actually a little tired from standing, so he wanted to come to Huo Yichen, and by the way, he was looking for a place to sit and rest to recover his strength.

But I never thought that I would see the scene of Huo Yichen being accosted by a girl, and the subsequent development.

At this time, the two of them were in the corner of the store by the window, and Murong Qiao was still wearing Huo Yichen's coat.

"The reason you just rejected is so insincere." Murong Qiao complained.

She looked at Huo Yichen with a propped face, but it was undeniable that she was in a happy mood at the moment.

Huo Yichen didn't have any expression, "There's no need to be sincere." ”

Not an important person anyway.

Murong Qiao read such "words" on his face, and then unconsciously laughed out loud because of Huo Yichen, who had such thoughts.

With this smile, even Murong Qiao's loose hair became loose on his shoulders, Huo Yichen subconsciously reached out and caught the head rope that was about to fall to the ground.

"It's a bit of a hassle to wrap it up, so let's tie it up." Murong Qiao stroked his hair twice.

She has always had her hair untrimmed, but now when it is scattered, it is at the waist and hips, and it looks great when she goes down long.

Huo Yichen looked at the head rope in his hand, did not hand it over, but chose to reach out and pull the long black hair by himself, and then used a force that was so gentle that he couldn't be more gentle, and pulled it into a bunch.

He didn't know much about hairstyles, but he tied a high ponytail a little rusty and returned the head rope to Murong Qiao's head.

"Look at someone's boyfriend!" The girl at the next table said indignantly.

As if hating iron is not steel, the girl patted her boyfriend's head, and then looked at Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen with envy.

With such a gentle boyfriend, she also seems to want a ......

Feeling the scorching gaze next to him, Murong Qiao unconsciously lowered his head, touched the ponytail on the back of his head with his hand, and blocked the rising heat of his face with the hair attached to his cheeks.

As the clock ticks to eleven o'clock in the evening, the bustle of the evening street has just reached its climax, and the scene of people filling the street is in sharp contrast to the soft music in the clothing store.

"......" Jiang Weiyang looked at the clothes in front of him silently, but he didn't have any intention of choosing.

She was almost out of her mind, standing in front of the colorful costumes, glancing out from time to time.

It's just that after that glance just now, she never saw Huo Yichen again.

Yu Baihui didn't know when she came over again, "You weren't happy from the beginning." ”

"Obviously, this store is your favorite store to visit, but you didn't buy a single dress today."

"What the hell is going on with you?" Yu Baihui sighed depressedly.

Jiang Weiyang couldn't say anything in his heart, and his voice was also muffled. "I don't want to go shopping."

Obviously, he came to relax, but he saw people he wanted to see but couldn't, Jiang Weiyang only felt that he was in a worse mood now than before he came.

She couldn't wait to go over immediately, but thinking of her brother Jiang Wenxu's serious warning to her, Jiang Weiyang still wanted to be obedient.

"That-" Yu Baihui just wanted to say something.

As a result, when he turned around, Jiang Weiyang had disappeared.

What the hell!

Yu Baihui stomped her feet angrily, immediately put down her clothes, and went out to find someone.

The time was about to reach twelve o'clock, Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen left the store and turned back to the street.

After a night of fun, Murong Qiao's gloomy mood because of the thesis had almost dissipated, and was replaced by the pleasure of relaxation.

The temperature inevitably dropped at night, and even the exhaled air was glowing with white mist, Murong Qiao glanced at Huo Yichen who was walking beside him worriedly.

I don't feel like I'm getting sick, but I feel cold when I don't wear a coat.

"Why don't we get back in the car?" Murong Qiao suggested.

Huo Yichen definitely disagreed, so it was better to go back to the car and turn on the heating.

Huo Yichen stopped, "Are you shy?" ”

This untouchable sentence made Murong Qiao's mind blank for a moment.

She didn't understand why Huo Yichen suddenly mentioned such a sentence, and then when she turned her head to look ahead, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Several pairs of men and women hugged each other, and in a specially vacated field on the side of the street, what appeared to be a kissing contest was being held.

Murong Qiao almost only saw it, then turned his head and pulled Huo Yichen in the direction they came, his steps hurried as if there was something chasing behind him.

She admits that she is still an introvert, and she really can't accept such a passionate scene.

It wasn't until he returned to the side of the car that Murong Qiao had time to calm his breathing.

“…… Sure enough, it's better for me to stay at home. Murong Qiao took a breath.

She was trying to erase the picture she had just seen from her mind, so that she didn't notice that she was in too much of a hurry just now, and this time she turned around and bumped directly into Huo Yichen's arms.

It was a real hit, and my forehead was red.

Murong Qiao covered his forehead and took a breath of cold air in pain.

Huo Yichen was helpless, leaned over and kissed Murong Qiao lightly on the forehead.

Murong Qiao originally wanted to stop it, after all, there were still many people around here, and she really couldn't cope with everyone's attention.

The hand that could be pushed out paused in mid-air, because Murong Qiao saw a familiar and annoying person in the crowd behind Huo Yichen-

Jiang Weiyang.

The other party was standing in the crowd in a daze, looking here without hesitation, looking at Huo Yichen.

Murong Qiao received such information in his mind almost instantly, and then his body made a move faster than his thoughts.

She grabbed Huo Yichen's collar, half-leaned into the other party's arms, and looked up at Huo Yichen.

"So dear?" Murong Qiao smiled skillfully.

The picture that I saw in the president's office when I went to Huo that day suddenly appeared in front of Murong Qiao's eyes again.

Ambiguous......

Murong Qiao narrowed his eyes, suddenly reached out and hooked Huo Yichen's neck, took the initiative to stand on tiptoe, and kissed the other party.

"Hmm!" Huo Yichen probably didn't think that Murong Qiao would suddenly take the initiative.

But he reacted very quickly, and then turned against the guest, successfully regained the initiative, grabbed Murong Qiao's waist and pressed it into his arms, and hugged her in response.

Jiang Weiyang's footsteps that wanted to go over stopped abruptly and stopped in place.

She just watched Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen kissing and hugging each other unscrupulously in the crowd.

This scorching gaze became one of the most insignificant of many gazes, and it had no sense of presence at all.

At this time, whether it was Murong Qiao or Huo Yichen, their attention was only focused on the other party.

The courage that Murong Qiao mustered at the beginning quickly disappeared in the face of Huo Yichen's strength, and the red on his face was as moving as if he was drunk.

Closing your eyes doesn't shield your senses, and you can't help but wince when you realize you're being watched by a lot of eyes.

It was Huo Yichen who lifted the coat covering her to cover those eyes, and then unscrupulously indulged his desires in a small, dark, ambiguous and eternal space.

"Jojo ......"

Huo Yichen called her in a low voice.

Obviously, it didn't reach her ears, but Murong Qiao felt that the itch seemed to spread from all over her body, which made her unable to lift her strength.

It seems that as long as it's a sound, or a movement, or a ...... As long as it's Huo Yichen.

She fell into a mess.

(End of chapter)