The air seemed to freeze.
In the room, there was only the eloquent voice of the military news host on the TV. Besides, there was no sound.
The two sitting on the sofa looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, but they didn't take their eyes back for a long time.
An invisible murderous aura and crisis was spreading little by little, and even the host's voice was unknowingly reduced.
In the end, Yan Tianxing said in a cold voice, "Mo Shangyun—"
"My nickname for you, okay?"
Mo Shangjun interrupted Yan Tianxing in time, and with a very sincere expression, he threw the question of 'simple' and 'expectation' to Yan Tianxing.
Yan Tianxing: "..."
At the moment when Yan Tianxing was speechless, Mo Shangyun wanted to take back the phone.
As a result, Yan Tianxing avoided it first, leaving Mo Shangyun in the air.
"come over."
Yan Tianxing didn't break out, and pointed to the empty spot beside him.
"it's not good?"
Mo Shangyun asked with a smile, but he didn't mean to be afraid of him.
Yan Tianxing gave her a threatening look.
Shrugging his shoulders, Mo Shangjun got up fluently and sat down in the empty seat beside Yan Tianxing.
"What's the matter, you said."
Leaning on the back of the sofa, Mo Shangyun raised Erlang's legs, looking like "You can say whatever, I have the confidence anyway".
"Correct your aesthetics."
Said so, but Yan Tianxing took the towel on her shoulders up, put it on her hair, and helped her wipe the wet hair.
This action is really not gentle, and even suspected of deliberate revenge, wiped from head to face, the towel smeared Mo Shangyun's face, and his eyes were so wiped that he couldn't open his eyes.
"I'll do it myself."
In desperation, Mo Shangyun could only stop him.
Pulling up the towel covering her head, she revealed that delicate and beautiful face that was rubbed a little pink.
"Unlock."
Yan Tianxing threw the phone to her, and there was some commanding tone in his words, which was undeniable majesty.
Mo Shangyun was bullied, stared at Yan Tianxing with his dark and bright eyes, and then, under Yan Tianxing's scrutiny, put his finger in a depressing way and unlocked the phone screen.
However, the action is honest, but he muttered unwillingly, "Once the identities are changed, the treatment will be different, Comrade Xiao Yan, your married life is very worrying."
Yan Tianxing had a meal and was almost laughed at by her.
"Comrade Xiao Yan?"
Yan Tianxing asked leisurely, the corners of his eyes and brows were dyed a little with a smile, but on that handsome enchanting face, it made people panic inexplicably.
"..." Mo Shangyun was silent for a while, frowned for a moment and thought for a moment, and finally asked a question, "How about, Xiao Xing?"
Yan Tianxing put his palm on Mo Shangjun's head, with a towel in between, but he just touched it lightly to give people an unspeakable sense of oppression.
Mo Shangjun tilted his head slightly, wanting to know what trick he was playing, but Yan Tianxing leaned over suddenly, pressed his forehead lightly against hers, brushed her fingers lightly across her hairline, and brushed the half-dry strands of hair. open.
Suddenly leaning so close, Mo Shangyun subconsciously wanted to lean back, but there was already the back of the sofa behind her, so she didn't succeed.
The two looked at each other.
"Momo?"
Yan Tianxing called out these two words softly, and the last word rose slightly, with a bewitching and charming taste. His voice was mellow and sexy, and it was invisibly sultry.
But, this name—
Mo Shangyun was shaken by the crispness.
been wicked.
"..." After a short pause, Mo Shangyun retracted her brows and eyes at will. She stared at Yan Tianxing's eyes earnestly and admitted her mistakes word by word, "Yan Ye, I was wrong."
"Huh?" The nasal voice rose, Yan Tianxing moved away a certain distance, raised his eyelids, and asked lazily, "What's wrong?"
"Well," Mo Shangyun thought about it carefully, but his eyes inadvertently glanced over the collar of Yan Tianxing's bathrobe, and vaguely saw Yan Tianxing's clavicle, which seemed to be intriguing, paused, and suddenly asked, "I want to do it tonight. sleep together?"
"… "
Yan Tianxing's hand on her head froze.
"what!"
Seeing Yan Tianxing's stiff expression, Mo Shangyun burst out laughing.
Then, at a speed that Yan Tianxing could never react to, he raised his hand and attacked Yan Tianxing's collar, but he was caught as soon as his finger touched the collar.
The force is not heavy, but enough to make her hand stop in the air.
Mo Shangyun squinted his eyes and chuckled, raised his other hand, and the mobile phone that fell into her hand shook in front of Yan Tianxing.
Yan Tianxing's face turned black.
At a young age, he also learned how to make noises.
"As a good comrade, I'm ashamed of being an overlord." Mo Shangjun said slowly, then clicked into the address book and made a note to Yan Tianxing.
"Yan cute".
"okay."
After correcting the remarks, Mo Shangyun threw the phone to Yan Tianxing.
When Yan Tianxing took the phone, he let go of her wrist.
Glancing at the remarks, Yan Tianxing's face turned completely dark.
cute
He is a dignified seven-foot man, the captain of the special forces team, and the cold-faced King of Hell—
cute? !
Feeling that Yan Tianxing's face was about to freeze, Mo Shangyun reassured him: "In the world of our young people, 'fool' and 'cute' are all nicknames between lovers."
"You young people?"
Yan Tianxing was angrily laughed at by her.
"..." Looking up at the ceiling, Mo Shangyun tactfully changed the subject, "I'm hungry."
Mo Shangyun, who is always smart and quick-witted, can think of such an unfounded excuse while avoiding Yan Tianxing's troubles. Obviously, he is already in a state of about to admit defeat.
However, Yan Tianxing tilted his head and saw her sitting cross-legged on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, but with the small movement of his eyes, his full stomach anger disappeared suddenly, and there was even a little ... little happiness.
It is always cute and tight at such times, and it is easy to make people full of anger and turn into nothingness.
She also served her.
"What to eat?"
Yan Tianxing returned the phone to her.
"apple."
Taking the phone back, Mo Shangyun looked at the apple and the fruit knife on the table.
"… "
Yan Tianxing got up and picked up the apple and knife on the coffee table.
But, at this moment, Mo Shangjun called him.
The phone on the coffee table suddenly lit up.
A note flashed suddenly.
"Poor ink".
207, Mo Shangyun, you are famous