The light coming in from the window dazzled his face, facing the light, his face became a little blurred, the sense of alienation around him became stronger, and he walked towards her step by step...
"Tsk tsk, your tone is full of pity. It seems that the dangerous person to be wary of is not Mo Yongheng, but you!"
Nian Xiaomu's words drifted into her ears like a spell.
Zheng Yan stretched out her hand to hold her chest, and found out that it was the first time her heart beat faster in front of the opposite sex, and she couldn't tell whether it was shyness or nervousness, but when she saw Mo Yongheng walking towards her, she suddenly blushed in disappointment, Then... wanted to run.
If that's not counting fleeing.
But before she could take a step, Mo Yongheng's figure had already walked in front of her, and looked down at her.
"Are you uncomfortable, your face is very red."
Zheng Yan: "..."
Who says girls are uncomfortable when they blush? She is so shy!
Whoops, how do you explain this to a straight man of steel who has never been in a relationship, never been rumored, and maybe even doesn't know what it's like to like
You can't just say "Mo Yongheng, I seem to have evil thoughts about you", or "Mo Yongheng, you are unmarried and I am unmarried, do you mind if I touch you?"
She was afraid that Mo Yongheng would treat her as a lunatic and send her to the hospital in the next second.
Forget it!
She must have been hallucinated by Xiao Mumu's words. She didn't even like Fan Yu who was so gentle, so how could she like Mo Yongheng, a boring gourd.
If they were really together, it is estimated that the conversation would not exceed three sentences a day.
She was afraid that she would be suffocated to death!
"Zheng Yan, what are you thinking?" Seeing that she was silent, Mo Yongheng thought she was really uncomfortable, so he touched her forehead with his hand.
Her forehead was a little hot, as was her face.
There was an obvious temperature difference between his cold palms and his just after taking a shower.
Mo Yongheng frowned, just as he was about to find her anti-fever medicine, Zheng Yan had already grabbed his wrist with his backhand.
"I'm fine. If you don't want to rest now, let's go to the Mo Group to find Xiao Mumu!"
"..."
Mo Yongheng didn't speak, he looked down at the hand she was holding on to, and nodded slightly.
He stared blankly at Zheng Yan leading him out, and when he got into the car, he turned around and saw her sitting in the driver's seat changing shoes, and he came back to his senses, and said, "Let me drive."
"No, it's very convenient for me to change my shoes, just fasten your seat belt and wait for me."
Halfway through Zheng Yan's speech, she turned her head to look at him, and suddenly asked nervously: "Mo Yongheng, do you think it's pretentious for a girl to go out in high heels when she knows she's going to drive? There is no need to change it.”
Mo Yongheng stared at her for a few seconds with his dark eyes, and then opened his lips.
"You like the most important thing, and you look good in high heels."
A perfect answer, not straight male cancer at all.
After a pause, he added: "I can also drive for you."
"You can only help me drive today, and you can't help me drive every day. I will have to rely on myself in the future." Zheng Yan muttered casually, and the shoes had already been changed.
Humming a song, start the car and hit the road.
Didn't notice that Mo Yongheng beside her fell into silence after hearing what she said just now.
His dark eyes stared at her for a moment.
The thin lips moved, as if they wanted to say something, but finally held back.
(.=)