The girl's figure was soft, and she was so close that she could almost feel the temperature through several layers of fabric. Wen Shumu paused, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to push her away. His lips lined straight, and he said slowly.
"...then you get out of the car yourself."
Kapok nodded.
As soon as she got out of the car, the cold wind blew over. Before Kapok could feel the cold, the other party suddenly threw a blanket over. She subconsciously caught it and looked over. The man looked indifferent, showing no emotion.
Kapok bent her lips and wrapped herself in a blanket, "Thank you."
Wen Shumu didn't speak, he walked quietly under the tree, and Mu Mian followed him, and sat down to watch the night together. The wind was cold and cool, and Mu Mian was covered with a small blanket, which was still warm. She glanced at the people beside her.
He was dressed in black, with his long legs loose, leaning lazily against the tree, lowering his eyes to wipe the gun. Kapok couldn't help asking: "Little brother, aren't you cold?"
Wen Shumu didn't raise his head, "It's not cold."
"I see." Mu Mian nodded, and suddenly asked again: "...then are you hungry?"
Hearing this sentence, Wen Shumu's brows twitched suddenly, he finally raised his eyelashes, his eyes fell on her quietly, and he said almost firmly: "You are hungry again."
It seemed that she didn't expect her to guess it so quickly, and Kapok paused, then nodded a little embarrassedly.
"..."
When Kapok was nibbling on potato chips, she couldn't help being touched while eating. Sure enough, the little brother was the biggest gold finger. She could tell that if the little brother was there, everything would be there.
But eating other people's food all the time doesn't seem to be a good thing. Mu Mian thinks that they are not close yet, so they eat and drink other people's food all the time, and even cover them with blankets. If you don't know, thank you.
Isn't this short-sighted
As Mu Mian was thinking, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Wen Shumu. The other party seemed to have noticed her gaze and looked over.
The man's broken hair is clean, he is still tidy and rigorous, his mood is indifferent and calm, he is not in a hurry when encountering anything, an excellent man who hides his emotions.
Mu Mian blinked and said to the other party, "Little brother, don't give me such a good food in the future, I will just eat some compressed biscuits in the future."
After she finished speaking her understanding words, she went through them again in her head. She was really satisfied, and Kapok pulled out a big and kind smile again, thinking she was kind and sweet.
Mu Mian would not expect to hear what the other party would praise her, but at least he should be gentler to her.
When he wanted to hear such words, the other party also spoke, and he nodded with a calm and serious expression.
"really."
"..." Mu Mian was stunned, and the smile on the corner of his mouth also froze: "Huh?"
Wen Shumu didn't seem to notice her surprise, and continued to speak expressionlessly, "Because you almost ate up all the snacks, so - you really have to pay attention in the future."
Kapok: "..."
The wind in the middle of the night was very cold, almost piercing into the human skin like a knife. Although the kapok was not cold, it was afraid that Wen Shumu would feel cold.
Although he connoted that he could eat and satirized himself, he was still a member of his own family, and Kapok couldn't bear him to be exposed to the cold.
So the girl moved closer silently, and her body was close. The other party had already noticed it the moment she left, and he looked down at her: "What are you doing?"
Mu Mian didn't say a word, first lifted the blanket and covered him with one foot, and when the other party wanted to move, he immediately raised his hand to hold him down.
(end of this chapter)