In the middle of the night, Mo Nan moved her somewhat sore legs slightly, but the people around her chased after her reluctantly, and the arms wrapped around her waist tightened a little tighter.

Thinking of the madness of the two of them tonight, Mo Nan's face involuntarily burned.

It's not been a short time to know Jiang Yuhan, and the two of them can be said to know each other's bodies very well. However, Mo Nan felt that tonight was different.

She turned her head and looked at the person lying beside her in the moonlight.

The hazy moonlight cast a halo on his face, and Mo Nan couldn't help but stretch out his fingers and slowly slide along the halo, his movements gently as if he was touching a fragile treasure.

This man is very suitable for this blurred light and shadow, his angular lines blend with the soft moonlight, and there is a kind of medieval sculpture beauty.

Tonight's young master is also very different from usual.

Suddenly, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Mo Nan almost subconsciously closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

There was a rustling sound on his side, and then, Mo Nan felt something soft on his forehead lightly.

He encircled Mo Nan in his arms, adjusted a position that was more comfortable for both of them, and fell into silence again.

When he opened his eyes again, Mo Nan subconsciously touched his side, but his side was already empty.

A shallow sense of loss rose in her heart, and she rolled over and put this undeserved emotion back under the quilt.

But soon the quilt was pulled up, accompanied by Jiang Yuhan's smiling voice: "It's time to get up, today you have to accompany me to the hospital to remove the stitches." ”

Mo Nan didn't want to move, so he still lay on the bed and pretended to be dead.

But soon she couldn't hold it anymore, for she felt the man's fingers sliding down her smooth back.

"Okay, well, get up!" Mo Nan immediately turned over and sat up, "I'll wash my face and accompany you to the hospital immediately!" ”

Jiang Yuhan's wound recovered very well, but because the wound was too deep, the doctor did not recommend removing the stitches so quickly, and he needed to recuperate for a few more days.

Jiang Yuhan seemed to feel a little dissatisfied with this result, he pondered for a moment and was about to speak, but was pushed back with a smile by the director who had insight into everything: "I finally let you have a holiday, you can accompany your girlfriend well, what are you doing in such a hurry, you can't see your wife after working overtime day and night when you are in a hurry?" ”

Jiang Yuhan was stunned, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Mo Nan on the side, but saw that the person didn't seem to hear their conversation at all, and he didn't know what video he had swiped at this time, and he was shaking his shoulders and smirking.

Jiang Yuhan shook his head slightly and retracted his gaze, but did not explain to the director, only replied with a chuckle still good-natured: "Yes, I listen to you." ”

After coming out of the hospital, Mo Nan still looked like a big grin: "Next time I come over, I should be able to remove the stitches, and you will be able to drive after the stitches are removed, right?" It's too hard to get a taxi on this hot day. ”

The main thing, of course, is that it's too expensive.

Jiang Yuhan glanced at her quietly, but said something completely irrelevant: "I'm in a game tonight, you go with me." ”

The fan was the bar where the two of them first met.

Mo Nan was puzzled: "It's all your friends, it's not convenient for me to follow." ”

Jiang Yuhan took it for granted: "It's not inconvenient, my friend is the boss there, you can just go and play by yourself." ”

No wonder I can always run into him there, it turns out that he has crashed into someone's base.

Although Mo Nan still wanted to trick Jiang Yuhan out to take more photos, the young master's trip could not be delayed, so she could only adapt to the situation.

The intoxicating light and shadow in the bar is the place that can best highlight the young master's beauty.

"You guys talk, I'll go over there and take some pictures, okay?" Mo Nan held the camera, although he was asking Jiang Yuhan, his eyes were looking at Zhou Yan beside Jiang Yuhan, the owner of this bar.

Zhou Yan waved his hand naturally and generously: "Of course, Mr. Mo shoots casually, you're welcome, if you need help, just ask." ”

Mo Nan thanked him, and shrank into the corner with the camera.

When Mo Nan walked away, Zhou Yan turned to Jiang Yuhan unhurriedly: "Just playing?" ”

Jiang Yuhan raised his wine glass: "Otherwise? ”

"Tsk," Zhou Yan was noncommittal to his words, "You've brought me here, are you playing very seriously?" ”

Jiang Yuhan snorted noncommittally, turned his head and asked, "Have you seen all the photos I sent you in the morning, the little girl took them, ask your editor over there and arrange a suitable position for her." ”

Zhou Yan glanced at Mo Nan, who was tinkering with the camera, and teased in a mocking tone: "Oh, little girl, it really makes my ears sour." ”

Jiang Yuhan also looked at Mo Nan, with a connivance on his lips that he didn't even notice: "Originally, she was just a little girl who pretended to be an adult to talk." ”