"Did you buy wine?!" Suddenly, Mo Zechen felt that the inexplicable gloom in his heart was swept away.
"Uh-huh! I have wine, do you have any stories?" As soon as Luo Qingchen finished speaking, Ah Yue beside her shook the big cake box in her hand and said, "I have cakes, does brother have any sweets?"
Mo Zechen looked at the sweet smiles on their faces and couldn't help but smile that he had not seen for a long time.
“There’s a story and there’s cake!”
This feeling made him feel that even if he was about to become the target of public criticism, he would not want to break the tranquility.
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After half an hour of sobering up, Mo Zechen adjusted the temperature in the room to 24 degrees.
Normally, he doesn't like to turn on the heating, always feeling that staying in a cold place will make his head clearer.
"Will it be cold?"
"Won't."
"I ate fruit for lunch, and I'm a little hungry! Do you want some steak?"
"Are you going to let me have a taste of your craft?"
"It will not let you down."
"Okay, I want black pepper juice!"
It was a very ordinary conversation, but it made people feel as if they had known each other for many years, and as if they had been a couple who had been married for many years.
There is a slight familiarity in the strangeness, and an indescribable comfort and warmth.
After drinking and eating, she stood on the rooftop with the snowflakes falling lightly to the ground. She held the bear doll that Mo Zechen handed her in her hand, and a touch of melancholy filled her heart.
Suddenly, you can understand why the world often says: Drinking to relieve one's sorrows always makes one more sorrowful.
When drinking, I will think of many things, just like movie scenes flashing before my eyes. After drinking it, I will start to feel melancholy, and the memory will be frozen in the past and cannot be dissipated for a long time.
"Qingjiu, do you have someone you like?" His voice was very soft, but Luo Qingchen heard it clearly.
In fact, Mo Zechen knew it in his heart. When he asked this question, he felt very nervous.
This kind of tension is not without origin, nor is it inexplicable, but a well-founded liking.
He wanted to know the answer, but he was afraid of knowing the answer.
When Luo Qingchen heard this, she did not reply immediately, but slowly stretched out her right hand to catch the light snowflakes.
Until the snowflakes fluttered in the wind and fell gently on her palm.
She blinked, looked sideways at his face, and said seriously every word: "I have someone I like. I like him very much."
The surrounding temperature was very low, but her face looked a little blushing.
Suddenly I want to do something, using my brain numbed by alcohol, to do something earth-shattering that someone has done before.
Mo Zechen's eyes, as deep as the sea, darkened obviously, feeling a little disappointed and frustrated.
He took a sip of red wine, stared at her and asked, "Are you with him?"
"We are about to get married." Luo Qingchen stood up slowly with his hands in his pockets, walked towards Mo Zechen who was sitting on the balcony sofa, and then said, "But he doesn't seem to remember me very much."
Suddenly the two worlds are stranger than the relationship between the two of them.
Mo Zechen was stunned, and there was always a feeling of déjà vu lingering in his heart.
"So... you are separated?"
"No." She stood in front of him and shook her head gently, with a faint smile on her lips, and at lightning speed -
lean over,
Kiss.
He watched her eyelashes tremble slightly, her ears flushed, and her heart was throbbing so much that she couldn't control her emotions at all.
At this moment, his reason told him to push away, but his sensibility wanted to embrace her so much.
Luo Qingchen's kiss quickly left his lips. Looking at his slightly furrowed brows, she raised her lips and said, "So the person I like, do I want to apologize or confess?" (To be completed.) Continued)