"Seungmi! The way you got serious just now really scared me to death! ”

"Don't talk yet, let me laugh a little longer, hahaha..."

As soon as such a sour joke came out of Mingyao's mouth, cloudy tears directly burst out of Chengmei's eyes. She frantically grabbed a used tissue and wiped her eyes and nose. Ming Yao also became an embarrassed look like his mind was as disorganized as hair, and he couldn't even open his mouth to ask and answer himself. Chengmei glanced at Mingyao with a smile, and then ran to the window like a smoke, one hand on her waist and the other hand gently covered her mouth with laughter, and at this moment, only Chengmei's laughter echoed in the originally embarrassing night sky.

"Agent Zhou, you are really, you broke in without warning at all!"

Chengmei's tone was deliberately pretending to be stupid to satirize the sincerity of others. But Mingyao couldn't help but blush, and his heart began to be nervous.

"Actually, I have a little bit of a good impression of you for a long time."

Mingyao's liking was hard to contain, and he was about to grab Seung-mi, but Seung-mi went over his shoulder, and when Mingyao turned around, she was already sitting upright at the table. At that moment, Mingyao suddenly had a kind of melancholy and loneliness when he was interrupted and suddenly woke up.

"Did you just say that you just have a little bit of a good feeling?" Mingyao really wanted to use the sewing machine on the mural to relieve his sentimental thoughts, because only by sewing the messy thoughts one by one with a needle and thread could he face Chengmei with a little calm.

This time, Chengmei suddenly began to look forward and hesitate. Not only that, but her eyes and demeanor directly reveal the complex feelings of shyness, reserve, alienation and panic.

Maybe it was because he thought that it was too shallow for him to say his mind so frankly and straightforwardly, so Ming Yao had to pretend to smile lightly. When he sat back opposite Chengmei again, the burning color in Mingyao's eyes suddenly turned calm.

"Well, Agent Zhou, do I have to answer your question today?"

Wanting to say goodbye, Chengmei lowered her head and pondered, and when she fell into Mingyao's eyes, she was shy and beautiful again. Mingyao pulled her hair into a straw hat, and then Chengmei raised her head when she heard the sound, and at this moment, Chengmei, who appeared in the eyes of Mingyao and Yucheng outside the door, became the same pure and delicate appearance with a pipa half-covering face.

"Is this what I mean when I get what I want?" Mingyao asked, scribbling his hand in the air.

"No, actually, I don't think I know much about Agent Zhou. After all, we've only been colleagues for a short time. Moreover, and there are so many unreliable people now, you may also be an Aquaman, or a vampire or something in your life. ”

Although Chengmei said this, she couldn't bear it in her heart. That's why her dimple cheeks grew haggard, and even her dark eyes became almost transparent. The sound of the wind was very weak, and a few strands of hair gradually scattered on Chengmei's white eyelids, although her eyes were still burning, she had lost her former agility, which made people feel pity when they saw it.

"Hahaha, I'm really going crazy by you, bar spirit Li Chengmei. But don't worry, I'm still very honest in my bones, and I always listened to my elders before I moved to Anseong. Until I was in the university dormitory, I didn't even dare to look directly into the eyes of a girl. Because my mom used to instill in me lies like if you looked at each other and were responsible. It can be said that the impact on me is still far-reaching, I have only been single for so many years. So Chengmei, you really don't have to worry about whether my character will go wrong. Since I dare to confess to you, then I will definitely never leave you for the rest of my life. ”

The refusal that I finally thought of turned back into the silk thread wrapped around Chengmei's heart, Mingyao just smiled softly, and as soon as the silk thread was loosened, Chengmei bounced back to her girlish and reserved appearance.

Now, not to mention the vegetable flowers inserted in the food box, even the snow on the eaves burns in the moonlight to rejuvenate the meaning. Gathering sand into a tower, piling up a mountain, Yucheng's mood is so connected by towers and mountains.

"Forget it, I'll give you some time first, I hope Chengmei can think about it carefully. However, my sword is out of its sheath, and I won't be waiting long for you. Hi! What nonsense, I'll be waiting for you as always. ”

"Ahem."