This little girl, stubborn look, made him feel so cute.
But he wouldn't say that the only reason why he didn't come forward right away was-he was waiting for her to refuse!
"Wipe your tears and follow me." He handed her a square scarf.
Hesitated, biting her lip, for a while, she reached out and took it, but she still stood there still.
Without giving her a chance to refuse, Mu Beicheng took her hand and left. The heat of the palm wrapped around, making her heart tremble.
"Mr. Mu..." His fingers shrank instinctively, but he was entangled more tightly. Thinking of the experience just now, she was not alert, "Where are you taking me?"
Mu Beicheng was silent, and led her into the elevator from the dark corridor.
The dazzling light suddenly hit, and she squinted her eyes a little uncomfortably.
Looking down, he noticed that his hand was still held tightly by him. The scene of her hands holding each other made her red ears immediately, tentatively twitched her hands, and whispered: "You... let go first."
Mu Beicheng pressed the number on the top floor, and when he heard her words, he lowered his eyes to look at her. The light in the eyes was deep, the light and shadow floated, and the eyes were as complicated as a layer of ambiguous tulle, making her heart throbbing.
Together with the palms of the hands that are close to each other, it is hot and uneasy.
Mo Xiaoguo won again, and Mu Beicheng slowly let go.
The temperature of each other gradually disappeared in the palm of the hand. In my heart, it became empty for a while, but the other party didn't even know.
In the narrow space, you can clearly hear each other's breathing.
Mo Xiaoguo turned his face to the other side, not looking at him. Mu Beicheng only looked up at the number flashing on the LED light.
Neither of them spoke until the elevator reached the top floor.
Mu Beicheng took the lead to go out, and when he looked back, seeing her hesitantly leaning in the elevator, he pursed his lips, "Come here."
She knew that she couldn't get too close to him, but she seemed to be bewitched, and her legs were even more disobedient.
When he recovered, he had already followed him obediently.
The heavy glass door was pushed open, and he led her to the terrace on the top floor.
The night wind rushed toward her face, and she shrank from the cold. However, the shimmering night view downstairs was gorgeous and psychedelic, accompanied by the evening breeze, which swept away most of the haze in her heart.
In an instant, I fell in love with this place, fell in love with the feeling of overlooking. She could see that she was lying on the terrace.
"Be careful." Mu Beicheng reminded, silently draping his coat on her shoulders.
The warmth came, and she suddenly remembered the coat that Lu Feng had left, and the tip of her nose suddenly became sore.
"Why brought me here?" she asked, sniffing.
Looking at her, Mu Beicheng put his hands in his pockets. After that, he set his sight far away on the night scene and replied: "You can see the fireworks right here."
"really?"
It was not Mu Beicheng who answered her question, but a bang after another.
The splendid fireworks suddenly burst through the night sky, blooming far away, brilliantly colorful.
The sky was instantly dyed into a rainbow of seven colors.
Mo Xiaoguo raised her small face in surprise and looked at her idiotically, but her eyes filled with more and more tears.
She looked at the fireworks, and Mu Beicheng looked at her intently.
The quiet, soft side face becomes more and more moving under the dreamy light and shadow.
"Mo Xiaoguo." He called her aloud.
"Huh?" She turned her face still inexplicably. His gaze did not avoid him, and he locked her scorchingly. With his right hand spread out and hung in the air, he suggested: "Do you want to continue the dance that was just unfinished?"
The heart is beating wildly.
She was taken aback for a moment.
Xu Ye was bewitched by the brilliant fireworks behind him, and his slender hand slowly raised. He was still in mid-air, and he had been gripped a little domineeringly and entangled tightly.
Warmth hit the waist.
She had just experienced the incident of Lu Feng, and she was uncontrollably tensed. The man's powerful body is close, and she almost instinctively wants to retreat.
But the hot big palms firmly hugged her back waist, blocking her retreat space.
"No withdrawal!"
"But, I..." She was uncomfortable, uncomfortable, and uneasy!
How could he not understand
His voice softened a lot, "Relax, I won't hurt you..."
Mo Xiaoguo looked at him dumbfounded, and his soothing gaze gradually calmed her down.
Under the fireworks, the man's handsome face was so charming that she couldn't look away.
He is like a prince from a fairy tale, aloft, perfect, and she seems to live in a different world.
However, at this moment, it happened to be so close to her again. When I got close, even my breath was sprayed in my ears. Scorching, deceptive...
Lost and forgot the pace. She accidentally stepped on him, she was embarrassed, and then she recovered, blushing, and apologized lowly, "I'm sorry..."
He laughed and asked deliberately: "What are you looking at?"
"..." She closed her lips, only dared to shake her head, she didn't dare to look at him again.
The smile deepened, Mu Beicheng held her waist and drew closer to her calmly. In his breath, her sweet and soft breath, wisps and strands, entwined all his senses, which gave him an unprecedented sense of comfort.
Under the brilliant fireworks, men and women danced with the wind. The snow-white silk and satin are flying in the wind, lingering like the quiet snow in the winter.
It's like Qingwu, but it's more like a passionate hug.
At that moment, there seemed to be beautiful wisteria blooming in my heart, scratching her heart suddenly and slowly...
…
Lu Feng walked through the banquet hall slightly drunkly, and Liu Dan saw it at a glance.
Turning her eyes, she immediately dropped the wine glass in her hand and started to follow.
…
Getting in the car, Lu Feng didn't start the car immediately, but leaned back in the driver's seat tired and annoyed. In my mind, Lu Ying and Mo Xiaoguo were overlapping back and forth.
Damn it!
What did he do? ! Mo Xiaoguo is so innocent, how could he hurt her
Just thinking about it, suddenly a cool breeze came in. He opened his eyes suspiciously, and at a glance, he saw a gorgeous figure.
Sitting up straight, he frowned slightly, "Have we met?"
It's a bit strange, but I seem to have seen it somewhere.
Liu Dan brushed his fluffy hair, "I'm Xiaoguo's colleague. I saw it at the company's door two days ago. Mr. Lu forgot?"
Lu Feng tilted his head to think for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, I remember. But, are you...?"
He was puzzled.
"Can you take me a ride? It's too cold outside." Liu Dan shrank as he said.
Lu Feng couldn't help but glanced at her twice.
The outdoor temperature is getting lower and lower, but if the guest really wants to leave, the hotel will help to call a taxi in advance. Therefore, her excuse is too pediatric.
"Where?" He didn't pierce the gentleman's.
"Um..." Liu Dan thought for a moment, "Go to'Moon Shadow', the one in the north of the city will be cleared."
It didn't go smoothly, but Lu Feng did not refuse. The car slid into the bustling street.
Instead of going back and facing the empty house, it's better to find something to do for yourself.
In this way, at least the shadow in my mind can fade a little.
The pain in my heart will not be so obvious.
"Ms. Lu seems to be in a bad mood?" Liu Dan hugged himself and talked to him.
Glancing at her sideways, the gentleman turned on the heating in the car, and only responded in a distant way, "It's okay."
Such a small gesture made Liu Dan look at him more. The lamp shadow outside the window passed by, and under the dim light and shadow, his facial features became more three-dimensional. Although alienated, he couldn't cover the warmth.
Liu Dan's inexplicable heart palpitations, such a feeling made her feel embarrassed, and quickly turned away from her eyes.
"You... quarreled with fruit?" She tried to find the subject.
Lu Feng didn't answer her words, but instead asked, "Are you familiar?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "We are not just colleagues, we are old classmates for several years."
"Really?" Lu Feng turned his face and smiled reluctantly. "Now you work in the same company, you are very destined."
"Not really." Liu Dan glanced at him quietly, and said tentatively, "I know all the embarrassments of Xiaoguo when he was a child."
"Oh." He was absent-minded, and there was no more text.
This made Liu Dan not know how to answer the call. After a pause, he continued: "Don't you want to hear her past?"
"The past is gone."
He only responded to her with a simple sentence, obviously lacking in interest. Tonight, he is not interested in anything.
Liu Dan was a little bit choked.
He had already expressed it so clearly that if he went on to say it again, he would appear to be verbose and uninteresting. Moreover, under the current circumstances, if she talked about her past scandals, Lu Feng would definitely think she was chewing her tongue.
Looking at his side face, Liu Dan said jealously: "The fruit is so happy, I can find a boyfriend like you."
is it
But today... he hurt her...
The night gradually deepened.
The fireworks feast in the city has gradually come to an end. The entire roof was dimmed, leaving only the stars of the night scene.
The wind was blowing, and Mo Xiaoguo, who was only wearing his tuxedo, shrank from the cold.
Mu Beicheng shook her hand, his heart-piercing coolness made him frown slightly.
Stopping the dance, he suggested: "The night is getting colder and colder, shall we go downstairs?"
"Yeah." She nodded, glanced at him, and quietly removed her hand from his palm. Taking a step back slightly, Mu Beicheng hesitated with the big palm that fell on her waist, and then slid down.
The fireworks feast ended, and their dreams also ended.
Taking a deep look at her, Mu Beicheng turned around first, "Let's go, the downstairs is probably gone."
She did not answer, but walked quietly beside him. He still had his coat on his shoulders, but his body temperature was gone.
Appears, Qinliang, Qinliang.
Taking off his coat, Mo Xiaoguo passed the clothes over, "Mr. Mu, your clothes."
He didn't reach out to pick it up, just stared at her, "Isn't it cold? Put on it."
"I don't want it anymore." She stubbornly refused to withdraw her hand, and glanced up at him, her eyes dim, "so that no one else might misunderstand."
misunderstanding
Afraid of Lu Feng's misunderstanding? Too.
After a moment of silence, Mu Beicheng took his clothes back. I didn't put it on, just put it on my arm casually.
Then, Shen Bu walked towards the door where he left. The look suddenly became a little indifferent.
Mo Xiaoguo can't figure out what's wrong with him, but he has always been like this—hot and cold.
Wearing high heels, walking in a hurry can keep up with his strides. When he arrived at the door, he was stopped there and there was no more movement.
"What's the matter?" she asked strangely.
He turned around, leaning against the door panel.
"It's locked." The answer was simple and neat.
"What?" She was dumbfounded.
Mu Beicheng broke the doorknob, but the doorknob didn't move.
Obviously, this is the hotel locked the door!
"Is your phone on you?" he asked.
"No. When dancing, I left my bag at the bar." Mo Xiaoguo shook his head.
Mu Beicheng didn't panic, but laughed low, "It looks like we really have to stay on the top of the building tonight."
"You didn't bring your cell phone?"