Shake his head to shake away these uncomfortable emotions. She curled up and fell asleep with a pillow...
When I woke up again, I opened the curtains, and the sky outside turned out to be a bit dark.
She actually slept for such a long time. She can sleep so peacefully in a strange bed, which is really incredible.
I found the phone and looked at the time. It was already past five in the afternoon.
Thinking of the plane at 8 o'clock in Mu Beicheng, she hurriedly got off the bed, her hair dangled and she didn't care to grab it.
Now I start to make dinner for him, and I don't know if it will be too late.
After going out of the bedroom, the whole apartment was extremely quiet, and it didn't look like someone was there at all.
"Mr. Mu?" Standing in the hall and looking around, the dark space didn't even turn on the lights.
No one in the room answered her.
It seems that now he has gone to the airport...
Don't even say goodbye.
Standing there alone, Mo Xiaoguo was inexplicably lost.
"Why are you standing here in a daze?" Suddenly, a voice fell from the sky.
A touch of unconscious surprise passed through my mind.
"You haven't left yet?"
Mo Xiaoguo raised his head and saw that he was bending over in the attic, only half of his head stuck out.
"It's still early." Mu Beicheng glanced at his watch before stepping down the steel stairs and holding a copy of the information in his hand. He glanced at her again, "Did you just call me? Something?"
"Ah... It's something." The feeling of loss was wiped out, and her mood rose slightly. "I'm a bit hungry, so I want to ask if I can borrow your kitchen."
Mu Beicheng had already stood in front of her.
At this moment, he changed into a business outfit. The tall and straight figure is outlined by the slim shirt as perfect as a sculpture, and the temperament is refreshing and awe-inspiring.
She put aside the information in her hand at any time, and said: "The kitchen is not a problem, but the refrigerator is empty."
Make bricks without straw.
"I'll take you out to eat." Mu Beicheng's gaze drifted from her body in her pajamas. His eyes were darker, but he just glanced away, "Go change your clothes."
Mo Xiaoguo remembered what he was wearing now when he looked at it.
Fortunately, her pajamas are the same as hers, a little conservative, they are pink floral tops and shorts.
It's actually a normal dress. Sometimes she even wore this pajama when she went for a walk with her mother.
But, his eyes... Why are they so flickering? So uncomfortable
Of course Mo Xiaoguo didn't dare to ask, but turned around and went back to the bedroom.
"Stupid woman!" Looking at that figure, Mu Beicheng murmured. This little idiot must not know how sexy his delicate legs that are like petals in the air are, and how easy it is to make men think about it.
…
After waiting a few minutes, Mo Xiaoguo came out with a change of clothes.
"Which supermarket is your nearest? How long is it?" She asked, wrapping her hands behind her head and tying her hair skillfully behind her head.
"Five minutes' drive. What are you doing to the supermarket now?"
"I'm going to buy something to fill the refrigerator, and then start cooking dinner." She turned to look at him, and then said, "I'm cooking fast, or else... You go to the airport after dinner? It shouldn't be delayed. time."
The things on the plane are hard to swallow.
Mu Beicheng raised his eyebrows and grabbed the car key, "Let's go, I'll take you there."
Someone cooks for him, he can't ask for it. And... After drinking her porridge last time, he has begun to fall in love with that taste.
…
He sent her to the door of the supermarket.
"Just wait for me in the car, I'll be out soon." She pushed the door and got out of the car first.
She knows that most men don't like going to the supermarket with women. Most of the women pick things carefully and slowly, but the man's nerves are seldom tolerated.
But the father is not. In her memory, when she was young, her father would go shopping with her mother every time. When there are a lot of people, I always hug my mother tightly in front of me for fear of being hit by someone. Every time they saw such a scene, the two sisters snickered from behind.
It is also because she was deeply influenced by her parents, so her most dreamed thing from childhood is to walk around the supermarket holding her boyfriend's hand. It's just a pity that she and Lu Feng have never had such a chance.
At this point, the supermarket is at the peak.
Thinking of Mu Beicheng's plane, she didn't dare to dare to rush, pushing the cart to the condiment area.
Sesame oil, soy sauce, butter, and vinegar...
She raised her head slightly and looked at the only bottle of old vinegar left on top of her head. Stand on tiptoe and reach out with difficulty.
The finger touched the bottle, and suddenly, a hand stretched out behind him had taken the vinegar one step ahead.
"Eh, that's what I saw first..."
I planned to try hard for myself. When I turned my head, I was surprised to see the owner of that hand, "Why are you here?"
"After you park your car, you will come in."
Mu Beicheng put the vinegar in the cart and glanced roughly, "What else do I need to buy?"
"Do you have oil, salt and MSG at home?"
Home
Mu Beicheng raised his brows slightly. He found that he liked her term. That single apartment, because it was deserted, he never thought it was a home, at best it was a temporary residence.
Now it sounds...
It seems pretty good to use the word'home'.
"Anything else?" Mo Xiaoguo turned to ask again when he didn't say a word.
"Um... Maybe it's expired." Mu Beicheng is also not sure, "I usually only cook noodles, and I basically don't use those things."
Mo Xiaoguo neatly swept the basic things into the cart, and did not forget to mumble: "The instant noodles are not nutritious. You should eat less. With such a heavy workload, just eating this will drag your body down. ."
Mu Beicheng didn't say a word, only focused his eyes on her deeply. She was stunned, and then realized that she had said too much. She lowered her head uncomfortably, and she seemed to inadvertently tease the hair on her cheek. To queue up."
Just about to reach the cart, Mu Beicheng had already held the cart in his hand first. Pulling her inside again, the two walked side by side to the vegetable area.
The two of them were speechless for a while.
He is right beside him, even in a place where various scents are mixed like a supermarket, his refreshing breath still cannot cover, unique and good smelling. She lowered her head and looked at his beautiful hand on the cart. The fingers are slender and the joints are distinct.
In my mind, I unconsciously entangled this picture with the picture of my parents at the time.
"Do you want this?"
"No? What about this one?"
"Would you like to buy some of those too?"
He pointed to the vegetable area and asked her carefully one by one. Looking at him at such a patience, Mo Xiaoguo couldn't help but wander off.
Mu Beicheng...
What kind of person is he
Why... Are they entangled in this way alone
"What are you in a daze? Hurry up to line up." Mu Beicheng tugged at her. Only then did she return to her senses, her small face flushed inexplicably, and she nodded quickly and ran to the checkout area first.
He pushed the bulky cart over, and she hurriedly took a step back and let him advance into the line.
Without noticing behind him, he unexpectedly ran into a freight cart coming straight up. The car was full of heavy cargo, and his fragile waist was hit hard at the moment. Mo Xiaoguo's eyebrows were frowned in pain, and his face turned pale.
Mu Beicheng turned his head to see this scene, twisted his heart, and stretched out his hand to take her into his arms.
The person pushing the freight truck was still apologizing again and again, and Mo Xiaoguo shook his head in a relaxed manner.
Mu Beicheng's expression was not easy at all.
"Where did you bump into it?" When he was distracted, she had something like this.
"Um... it doesn't matter, it will be fine in a while." They were so close, Mo Xiaoguo's face was almost wiped on his shirt. I tried very hard to straighten my waist, but it still hurts.
It seems that there must be a bruise on his waist.
"Did you hit your waist?" He frowned tightly. What does it mean? Is her expression okay just now
"Um..." She nodded.
The next second, his actions made her so shocked that she could not breathe.
He wrapped her shoulder with one hand, let her lean against his chest, and branded her on her waist with one hand.
"Is it here?" Bowing her head, the breath fell in her ears unintentionally.
She has a dry mouth and a soft body.
"No... not there."
"Then here?" His hand moved a little more to the left.
"Also... not..." God, why did her voice become so soft? So shaking
"Here? Huh?" He is rarely so patient.
"… Ok."
Finally found a place, no longer need to be'tortured' wantonly by him.
He put his palm on her waist and rubbed the wound for her with just the right amount of strength.
"Does it hurt?" he asked her, looking down.
The eyes are serious and focused.
This kind of action, between them, is obviously... very ambiguous, and there is also a little taste of love. However, he didn't realize it, without a trace of teasing, he just simply pressed the wound for her.
A warm current, from the position of his palm, flowed into the tip of her heart inch by inch.
The heart is softer than ever before, even her original strength has been softened.
Biting his lip, leaning against his chest, telling the truth: "Um... It hurts a little bit."
"Come out and be careful later." He exhorted, his voice deep.
"... Hmm." She happily responded.
His palm is broad and strong, so powerful, as if it can wipe away all her pain.
Looking sideways, seeing the smiling and envious eyes projected by strangers around them, she blushed and her heart was a little confused.
"Little girl, your boyfriend really loves you. Looking back, I have to make my girl look for this too!" The aunt in front of them was paying the bill, and she didn't forget to laugh and joke.
Mo Xiaoguo opened her pink lips, trying to explain something, but...
What to say
Say he is not his boyfriend
Then they are now, will they be cast aside
Isn't it? Obviously her boyfriend is not him, but now she is indulged in his tenderness... Damn it!
Suddenly, Mo Xiaoguo became sober and stiffened, she wanted to get away from his arms.
But obviously, Mu Beicheng has guessed her mind. With a big palm, she pressed her back again, "Don't move, lest you run into it again."
Looking at her, he held her shoulders protectively with one hand, took out his wallet with the other, took out a card and handed it to the cashier.
Mo Xiaoguo was about to struggle, but was suddenly attracted by the wallet in his hand.
"Your purse..." She pointed out and compared something, but didn't say anything further.
Mu Beicheng lowered his eyes and looked calm. He only calmly returned the card that the cashier handed back to his wallet and put it in his pocket together.
"Do you like it? There are women's models, do you want me to pay attention to it?" He asked calmly, watching the cashier help them organize their items.
"No." Mo Xiaoguo hurriedly shook his head and explained: "I just feel familiar."
It may have been seen in a certain magazine before! Anyway, things in Mu Beicheng are the darlings of fashion magazines.