"Would you like to take you to see my foundry?" After Shu Nuan walked on the street for a while, he suddenly turned around and said this to Sheng Qianmo, and when he said this, he raised his chin slightly. It looks very cute against her round little face.
It's like... like a child showing off his treasure to an adult.
Sheng Qianmo lost his mind looking at Shu Nuan like this. When she ran up to him again and held his hand, Sheng Qianmo recovered. Shu Nuan held his hand and walked forward. He looked down at Xiao Nuan. The girl's hands were very clean and white, with a few thin white fingers, as tender as peeled green onions. They were holding his fingers, which was in sharp contrast to his. In comparison, his skin color was Over the years, I have developed a tanned tan.
Sheng Qianmo subconsciously slowly used his slender and strong fingers to hold Ren'er's little hand. The feeling was very complicated. She wanted to wrap him up in her hand and carefully protect him from being seen, but also wanted to have him. By ravaging such clean and fair hands, Sheng Qianmo probably didn't dare to teach Shu Nuan that he had such greed.
So, he only dared to squeeze her soft hand gently.
"Uncle Sheng, can you hurry up?"
"I want to walk slowly with you."
"I don't want to walk slowly with you."
"oh."
As soon as she finished speaking, Shu Nuan let out a low cry, and someone roughly carried her on his back. The key was that he was too strong, and it was as if he had just raised his hand easily when he lifted her up.
"What are you doing? What's the decorum of Cheng..." This was still on the street. Soon after Shu Nuan was carried, many people looked at them. Shu Nuan was very thin-skinned and was usually the same person as him. It was okay for people to be joking, but now that he was teasing him like this in public, Shu Nuan's face turned red all of a sudden, and soon his ears were also covered with red clouds.
"Hurry up, where is the foundry, Nuannuan?"
"Put me down first!"
"No."
Shunuan scratched his neck and used his trump card: "I, I'm going to cry again."
Sheng Qianmo paused for a moment, and finally put Shu Nuan down. Shu Nuan's eye circles were really light red, moist, and a little pitiful.
Sheng Qianmo touched the tear mole at the corner of her eye and said in a low and helpless voice, "Do you have a switch here?"
"What..." Shu Nuan sniffed. He was hanging on Sheng Qianmo's shoulders just now, so he was still very confused when he came down.
"I'm going to cry." Sheng Qianmo curled up the corners of his lips, lowered his head and kissed her mole on her face, as if to seal her tears, and said half-coaxingly, half-cheatingly: "Not now. Cried."
Before Shu Nuan had time to reflect on what he had just said, his thin lips came down and he kissed her eyes with the unique aura of a man.
Shu Nuan blinked her eyelashes, which were still wet with moisture, as if they had swept across his face. At that moment, her heart palpitated like an electric shock.
It seemed like she was back to the scene four years ago when she cautiously took the initiative to kiss him for the first time.
Shu Nuan couldn't tell for a moment, just at that moment, the various tastes surging in his heart, which one was sour and which one was sweet.
Shu Nuan lowered his head, sniffed and muttered, "I'm not crying."
Just lie to him.
He took it seriously.
Shu Nuan said this in his heart, and couldn't help but rub his eyes. When he raised his head again, he was fine again.