At the moment when she pounced, Mo Lingchen's figure was stunned, and his back stiffened for a moment.

Listening to her sad sobbing voice in his ears, his heart also throbbed and throbbed.

The pair of dark and deep eyes revealed a lot of distress in the eyes.

He was distressed.

I feel sorry for this woman in my arms.

His little princess.

"Good. ”

He gently stroked her head and reached out to gently pat her back for comfort.

"I've always been there. ”

He was always there for her.

In a place where she could see as soon as she turned back.

When she was going to marry Cheng Tianhao before, God knows how painful his heart was.

On the day of her wedding with Cheng Tianhao at the Emperor Hotel, he drove around the destination on the road, and unconsciously turned to the vicinity of the Emperor Hotel, feeling irrepressible irritability and annoyance.

He threw himself drunk on the steering wheel, intending to relieve the pain in his heart in this way.

When he saw her in the car, he thought it was a dream.

All this time, he would always dream of her from time to time......

But the moment he slammed her against the wall of the room and lowered his head to kiss her sweetness, he knew that it was not a dream.

At that moment, all the depression of boredom and pain in my heart vanished.

He wanted to pour all the tenderness and love into her heart through his kiss.

......

Unfortunately, in the end, she just thought he was drunk.

Still, at least he was sure that she wasn't averse to his touch.

Moreover, the way she looked at him was no longer as disgusted as she thought.

Maybe he has a chance to slowly conquer her heart......

-

Ye Lanxi was tired of crying.

Smelling the faint fragrance on his body, my heart is warm and reassuring.

Unknowingly, he fell asleep in his arms.

Mo Lingchen carried her back to the room and carefully put her on the bed.

Sitting at the head of her bed, holding a wet towel and gently wiping the tears that remained on her cheeks.

"Ye Lanxi, I love you. ”

His eyes were affectionate, and his long, white and slender hand curled his index knuckles, scraped lightly on her delicate nose, and leaned over to place a kiss between her eyebrows.

He loved her.

When he saw her for the first time when he was eight years old, he decided that she would be his concern for the rest of his life.

That's a kind of ......

Indescribable feeling.

There seems to be some kind of traction between her and him.

His encounter with her seemed to span billions of light-years.

......

When Ye Lanxi woke up, it was already evening.

She found her lying in her bed.

At this time, Mo Lingchen was sitting in front of the window facing her.

He was flipping through a thick book in his hand.

His profile is beautiful and picturesque, like an immortal coming out of a painting.

The soft glow penetrated through the window and crossed his body, lining his elegant and noble temperament, like a cold god who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Inexplicably, Ye Lanxi suddenly felt in his heart that "where he is, there is home".

"Brother Mo......"

Ye Lanxi lifted the quilt and got off the bed, rubbing her eyes and looking at him.

Mo Lingchen heard the sound and glanced up at her.

"Wake up. ”

He closed the book in his hand, put it on the windowsill, leaned over handsomely, and walked in front of her.

Ye Lan watched him walk towards her steadily.

He came against the light, wearing a well-cut suit, which made his majestic figure more slender and straight, handsome and extraordinary.

"Brother Mo, Brother Mo, you are so good-looking. ”

"Hmm. Mo Lingchen hooked his lips slightly, looked down at her, put his slender and graceful hand on her shoulder, and said softly: "Hungry, right?"

"It's fine. ”

"Hurry up and wash your face, I'll be waiting for you at the door. ”

"Good. ”

......

When Ye Lanxi was led downstairs by Mo Lingchen, he found that the entire hall on the first floor was not lit.

The most conspicuous thing is the candle potted plant on the dining table.

The white light of the candles envelops the four sides of the dining table in a romantic and warm circle......

Ye Lanxi's expression was stunned for a moment.

Candlelit dinner?

No way.

She and him?

Ye Lanxi turned his head and glanced at Mo Lingchen, his eyes were gloomy: "Brother Mo?"