Song Qiyue ran very fast, and she almost seemed to be running for her life, but this was different from running for her life. The escape was panicked, but at the moment she was happy. Just because the steps were getting closer and closer, she also saw more and more clearly, it was his handsome face, which was getting closer and closer in the white breath that came out of him, in the snowy eyes.
In the distance, he stood, only to see her rushing.
It is a group of figures, stepping on the snow, leaving traces of footprints.
Song Qiyue's mind was blank at the moment, she just kept running, and finally, she finally ran in front of him, sulking without stopping. After she stood still, her breath became unstable and she was gasping for breath all the time. She was anxious to speak, but even her voice was intermittent, so hurriedly.
"You...you..." Song Qiyue gasped, she broke a word for a long time.
But at this moment, I also saw him clearly, it was him, the face she hadn't seen for a long time!
It's almost a month!
He has always been a good-looking man. Look at which woman, he is handsome and unparalleled. If he were placed in ancient times, he would be a evil evildoer who would harm the country. What is Pan An? I don't know how many streets he dumped. She looked at him like this, she was also outrageous in her boast, but she was happy.
I'm so happy that I can't suppress myself even laughing, just like that.
"...Why are you... here?" Song Qiyue was still panting, she was surprised and happy again, and finally recovered her voice.
Mo Zhengyan still stood there, motionless, he didn't speak, just looked at her.
This is happy to be happy, but I can't understand his expression, and I can't guess what he means. I can't help but feel anxious again. Song Qiyue said again, "Did you come to see me?"
"I sent you a message, did you see it?" She asked again, and he didn't want her either.
She was not annoyed. The moment she saw him, all her depression was wiped out. She talked to him, and didn't care whether he would answer or not, "Why didn't you call me, just came here?"
She only felt that she was so long-winded, how could she say so much at once without giving him room to speak. After that, she was silent, just looking at him with her eyes open.
She hesitated, and yelled softly, "Zheng Yan?"
"It's ugly." He moved his lips suddenly and spit out these two words.
It's ugly.
Song Qiyue was stunned, and immediately stunned.
At the moment, Mo Zhengyan saw her in her eyes, but she was a little funny. He had been standing here just now, and suddenly saw that the door of the building was knocked open, and then a group of green figures ran over. The closer she ran, the more clearly he saw her.
When she arrived, he couldn't help frowning when she looked so closely.
Look at her look, where is the girl with a thousand faces that used to be so beautiful, without high heels, without black stockings, without beautiful dresses, and without a well-groomed hair. A military coat and a Lei Feng hat. The whole body is thick, like a bear.
Looking down again, she was still holding a bowl in her hand. He was obviously eating, and ran out halfway through the meal.
She is like her on weekdays, she is really shocked!
And that face, no powder, no makeup, because of the cold wind, both cheeks were flushed, and at the moment, it was red because of running.
A pair of eyes, but still a vivid light, filled with joy, looking straight at him.
Suddenly, she frowned, slightly annoyed, "I just ran out when I was eating, have you eaten yet?"
She was annoyed, and her eyebrows were also frowned, but it was inexplicable, and a feeling of joy came from the tip of her heart.
"It's all you! It's not a good time to come, but this time! You said you want to come, you should tell me!" She explained a few words, and saw how she looks at the moment, it really has no sense of beauty. She couldn't help but blamed, "Then I'll dress up and wait for you to come over! I can't help but look like this, let's be ugly!"
Although she often said that she loves beauty, what does beauty and ugliness have to Song Qiyue? Only today, she still couldn't help asking, "Is it really ugly?"
Suddenly, the moment she spoke, the voice had not yet fallen, he suddenly stretched out his hand, her shoulder was suddenly grasped by him, and the whole person was brought into his arms in this way. It was his hug that came oncomingly and brought her forward, and she was dragged into his chest by him.
All the bowls in that hand fell to the ground, and with a squawk, the leftovers fell on the ground.
But it's too late to take care of it, who cares.
The voice also disappeared. It was his clothes that pressed against her face. The temperature outside was cold, but his body temperature could be felt through the layer of clothing. His hug came all at once, like a heavy snow in a winter day, it came for no reason.
She didn't move anymore, because it had been too long, and she had never held him like this, because she missed him so much that she hadn't seen him for a long time. Because the last meeting was so rushed, even the departure at the airport did not say goodbye. Always hurrying like this, there is no time to get close to him.
Song Qiyue forgot about the others, only at this moment, let him hug, and no longer think about other things.
The posture was so tight that she seemed to be out of breath for holding her again, but she was willing to let him do so.
"Well, it's ugly." After a long time, he whispered again.
Song Qiyue smiled, but also a little annoyed, "I'm so ugly, so you still hold?"
"Ugly also has to be hugged." He said again, holding her desperately with his hands.
The two huddled together in the snow. She raised her lips and smiled, and she also hugged him. Everything in the world has nothing to do with them at this moment, only the person in this arms is real.
But someone in the rear suddenly shouted, "Song Qiyue! Friends are here, why don't you invite in? Come in and hug if you want!"
The person who asked the question was an old friend from the previous school, so she directly called her name and made a bold ridicule. Song Qiyue was shocked, and she turned her head immediately, but she met countless people all at once. .
Those were the partners who came together. They all stood at the door of the building, looking at them curiously, as if they were watching a novel drama, all laughing.
While Johnson was also there, Song Xiangwan stood beside Zhou Suhe and looked at them.
Zhou Suhe's eyes looked straight at them.
"Ah!" Song Qiyue only then awakened. It turned out that they had just been hugging like this in the snow, and they had all been seen by them!
Mo Zhengyan didn't care at all. He let go of her, bent over and picked up the bowl and spoon on the ground. Song Qiyue took it immediately, "It's miserable!"
"What are you afraid of, you have such a thick-skinned face." He whispered, but he was already walking straight with his arms around her.
When they came to the front of the building, the two stopped. Everyone didn't recognize who Mo Zhengyan was, because they were mixed in Haicheng, and Mo Zhengyan rarely appeared in the media.
"Song Qiyue, who is he, is your boyfriend?" asked Du Yu, an old friend.
Everyone saw that the man next to her was stalwart and handsome, not an ordinary person.
Song Qiyue glanced at Mo Zhengyan, and said to everyone, "He is my husband, the last name is Mo, Mo Zhengyan."
Last name Mo? Mo Zhengyan? Although I have never seen a real person before, this name is still eloquent, but it is the name of the Mo family!
"He..." Du Yu was stunned, he couldn't help but speculate, "Mr. Mo? Could it be that he..."
"Ms. Mo, have been okay these days?" But from the rear, Zhou Suhe first greeted him.
Mo Zhengyan also greeted him, and the two men met each other, "Vice President Zhou, don't come here unharmed."
With a sound of President Mo and Vice President Zhou, the identities of the two of them are already known, and they all know each other.
The group of people froze, what kind of situation is this! Song Tezhu is married, and her husband is this President Mo?
"In July, it's so cold outside. Brother-in-law has rushed over so far, so let's go first and have a rest." Song Xiangwan on the side opened his mouth.
Mo Zhengyan smiled at her, Song Qiyue replied, "Well, let's go back to the room first."
So, in the eyes of everyone's surprise, Song Qiyue pulled Mo Zhengyan into the building. And the group of them also dispersed, but they were still confused, but they didn't ask too much.
Du Yu couldn't help asking again, "Song Xiangwan, your sister Song Qiyue is already married?"
"Don't you know?" Song Xiangwan asked back.
"How would I know? Would I be so surprised if I did!" Du Yu confirmed the result, and he was also surprised. "I didn't expect that she would marry Mo's eldest! When did they get married? ?"
"It's been a while," Song Xiangwan said softly.
Zhou Suhe stood aside, the chattering in his ears far away, he looked at the white snowy ground in front of him, but there seemed to be a scene of embracing before his eyes.
Is it because the sun is too glaring or Baixue is too glaring, making his eyes so sting.
...
Song Qiyue pulled Mo Zhengyan into the room, and she hurriedly said, "It's so cold outside, I'll get you some hot water, can you wash your face? Oh, by the way, have you eaten yet?"
Song Qiyue became a little dizzy, not knowing what to do first, "I'm going to cook for you, there should be more..."
"I have eaten, not hungry."
"Then I will squeeze a towel for you." Song Qiyue entered the small room again, poured hot water out of the thermos, twisted the hot towel and came to him, "Here you are."
He didn't answer, Song Qiyue looked at him, she directly wiped his face with her hands, and wiped his hands again.
"It's so cold, and so far, what are you doing here? I won't reply when you send your message. Just call me..." she muttered and wiped his hands carefully.
Mo Zhengyan sat there still, Song Qiyue was standing in front of him, and suddenly felt like a child.
She thought to tease him, "Do you miss me?"
He does not answer.
"If you miss me, just say it." She continued to ask, staring at him.
He still didn't answer, as if he had never heard of it.
"If you don't say it, then you can go, I won't keep you." She couldn't force him to say a word, and she became more and more vigorous.
In his eyes, a bit of hateful glaring glared at her, and suddenly, he turned his gaze away and didn't look at her.
Quietly, it was his unwilling voice, "I miss you."