Mo Yicheng shook his hands in shock, and could barely hold the phone.
Yuan Suo was not too surprised, squatted down, picked up the bouquet, sniffed it, "It smells so good, is this for me?"
Mo Yicheng came back to his senses, "Yes... it's for you."
Yuan Suo hugged the bouquet happily, "What kind of flower is this? I haven't seen it before."
Mo Yicheng didn't look at it carefully before, so he took a closer look and said, "Champagne rose."
"Champagne rose." May Sony love it. Mo Yicheng gave a gift, and he wanted to ask for it and wanted to give it back, but he turned around and found that the whole house except himself was bought by Mo Yicheng. After thinking about it, Yuan Suo put the flowers on the coffee table, ran to his bedroom, opened the bottom drawer of the small desk, took out two at first, then took out a few more after thinking about it, hesitating I sent back the last two at once. Then he ran out holding the paper.
Mo Yicheng saw all of Yuan Suo's tangled expressions, and had already vaguely guessed what Yuan Suo cherished so much.
"This...is for Mo Yicheng." Yuan Suo awkwardly placed the paper on the transmission bar on the wall of the system, and when he let go, the paper was suspended in the air, and two option buttons appeared at the same time: transmit or return
Yuan Suo rubbed his hands together nervously, and clicked transmit.
A light came from the screen of the phone, and Mo Yicheng's eyes were shaken for a moment, and he subconsciously covered his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, there were a few extra sheets of paper on the table beside him, which were scattered, and some of them were recently written by Mo Yicheng. Cheng bought professional drawing paper, and some of them were wrapping paper collected by Yuansou in the early days. There are five in total.
Mo Yicheng picked up the paper, turned it over, and all the pictures on the paper were Mo Yicheng. From the first time we met, there were even pictures of him wearing costumes, which must have been drawn according to stills, excluding the portrait of home clothes that Mo Yicheng had already collected on Weibo, presumably because he was afraid that he would recognize him. I didn't take it out.
Mo Yicheng flipped through them one by one, wishing Suo's little fist was clenched tighter and tighter.
"I... I'm not good at drawing, but I have an art class in a few days, and I will study hard." Yuan Suo was a little nervous.
Holding the portrait in his hands, Mo Yicheng said with deep eyes and a gentle expression, "You draw very well, I like it very much."
Yuan Suo finally relaxed and smiled softly.
Mo Yicheng took a few photos of Yuan Suo's pictures and saved them in his mobile phone, and then put the original paintings in the safe in the study room for safekeeping.
At 10:30 that night, Mo Yicheng's Weibo caused quite a stir on Weibo.
Mo Yicheng's Weibo: Very good drawing, thank you. (with a smiley face attached)
The picture below is the painting of Yuan Suo.
"Ah, ah, front row!" "You are even more beautiful!" "I envy the flop~~cry~" "Is the second picture drawn on the wrapping paper of XX French fries?" "What do you think of this painting style?" So familiar?"
The fans of Sherlock Holmes started work late at night, and after careful non-professional reasoning and investigation, they finally dug out the Weibo that posted the picture before. Moreover, a teacher from a certain academy of fine arts stood up and assured that after her professional appraisal and screening, this painting was definitely done by one person!
May Suo Weibo's fans quickly increased from four figures to five figures. Some people even began to speculate that this blogger knew Mo Yicheng. Otherwise, how did Mo Yicheng get the first-hand drawing? And even though his painting skills are mediocre, Mo Yicheng prefers the better ones.
The detectives had been busy all night, and they fell asleep in the early morning with dark circles under their eyes...
The next day, Yuan Suo got up as usual, and was taken aback when he clicked on Weibo. How could there be so many private messages, posts, and fans
According to @find the past, it turned out that it was Mo Yicheng who posted his picture on Weibo. Although frightened by the enthusiasm of the netizens, Mo Yicheng's affirmation of his disclosure made Yuan Suo extremely satisfied and joyful. And this heartfelt joy is directly transformed into the "intimacy value" with the player.
Mo Yicheng was in a good mood when he saw the "Elf Favorability +20" notified by the system with sleepy eyes. He turned over and squinted at the little chubby who was busy dealing with Weibo. He was in a good mood.
This time for breakfast, Mo Yicheng directly asked Chen Jiu to bring two copies, and then sent one of them into the game with the [Transfer] function.
"Try it, and I asked Chen Jiu to go to the East District to buy crab roe buns, and drink some soy milk." Mo Yicheng always suspected that the food he made was not delicious, so he couldn't wait to send the real food in with the transmission function. .
May Suo wear a small apron, sit at the dining table, and take a serious bite of the crab roe bun.
Mo Yicheng watched with some expectation.
"Well, it's delicious." Yuan Suo sighed.
Mo Yicheng was satisfied, and said, "Eat more if it tastes good."
"Yeah, it's so delicious, it's almost as good as Mo Yicheng's little meat buns!" Yuan Suo licked the oil from the corner of his mouth and sighed sincerely.
Although I don't know if it's because the little guy loves the house, but Mo Yicheng is still very satisfied with Dudu's subconscious sigh, and he has the idea of making some meals and taking them out to taste while Yuan Suo is not at home.
The two finished breakfast through the screen, wishing that Suo's school bus would arrive on time, Mo Yicheng helped him carry the newly bought schoolbag on his back, and said, "If you encounter bad things, you must know how to ask for help and seek help. The help of classmates and teachers, and then you must let me know, understand?" Although I wanted to add a small fist to greet him, but look at the small fist that looks like a white bread, or forget it...
Yuan Suo nodded, "Understood. But everyone is very kind to me, saying that I am the cutest junior elf these years. When get out of class is over, everyone is vying to poke my face. Gently poke, it doesn't hurt at all. , and as he spoke, he grabbed his fair and elastic face."
Mo Yicheng's face darkened slightly. From worrying about being bullied by Yuan Suo, to worrying about being taken advantage of by Yuan Suo...
"... It's not okay to poke your face."
"... oh, then...then don't let them poke."
Sure enough, a lot of people poked it
"Well, go quickly, don't be late." Mo Yicheng said.
Only then did Yuan Suo remember that the school bus had only been waiting for three minutes, waved goodbye to Mo Yicheng, then opened the door and ran towards the school bus.
Mo Yicheng's eyes kept sending Yuan Suo's back out of sight.
This time the longbow was already waiting for the wish at the door, and when he saw him running over on short legs, he stretched out his hand and pulled him into the car.
The car door closed automatically, and then roared away.
The people in the car were still in the same positions as yesterday, Su Yi had no class today and her seat was vacant, the gloomy boy was still in the back corner, looking out of the window and not speaking, glanced at Yuan Suo, his face became even more gloomy.