Yan Tianxing frowned slightly, staring at the phone screen.
The bathroom door was pushed open.
After a while, Mo Shangyun, who had changed into a nightgown, walked out of the bedroom.
She held a towel over her head, wiping her freshly washed hair.
After taking a bath, I felt a lot more energetic. When I came out and saw Yan Tianxing holding his mobile phone in his hand, he was slightly taken aback, and then asked, "What are you looking at?"
Feeling guilty that he wasn't caught, Yan Tianxing turned to his side, put his elbows on the sofa, looked up at Mo Shangyun who was approaching, shook his phone at her, and asked, "Are you going to Yuncheng?"
"Um."
When he came over, Mo Shangyun took the phone and looked down at the message.
She unlocked her fingerprints, clicked in, and saw many papers and materials, her expression suddenly froze.
Surely there is a price to be paid.
"What are you going to do?" Yan Tianxing stretched out his long arms and pulled the towel off her head.
"Look for Uncle Chen."
Mo Shangyun was also calm, not covering up at all.
Yan Tianxing grabbed the towel for a while.
After receiving the file, he sent a message back to the instructor, asking him to rest early. Then Mo Shangjun looked at Yan Tianxing, who had been staring at him, and instructed, "Blow my hair for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked around to the sofa and sat down like a queen.
But looking at her expression, she looked rather distressed, staring at the paper opened with the mobile phone software, her brows furrowed tightly.
"There is danger." Yan Tianxing reminded lightly.
"Um."
Mo Shangyun, who was reading the paper seriously, answered without even raising his head, this sound should be really perfunctory.
Yan Tianxing did not have the grand determination to persuade her.
It's just that when I got up to get the hairdryer, my mind became a little heavier.
He also knew Mo Shangyun's mood.
A teacher for one day, a father for life.
For Mo Shangyun, who grew up with her master, this sentence is most suitable for her.
She looks calm and rational, but Mo Shangjun can't sit idly by, she will try her best to do what she can do.
At this time, it is completely impossible to convince her.
Yan Tianxing honestly went to get her a hairdryer, first wiped her hair with a towel, and then used the hairdryer to blow her hair. The hot air shuttled between her hair, and the short hair dried quickly.
Mo Shangjun is like a second uncle, and from time to time he instructs Yan Tianxing to control the temperature.
Yan Tianxing finally understood what it was like to "dare to be angry and not say anything".
"All right."
After the hair was completely dry, Yan Tianxing turned off the hairdryer.
By the way, use your fingers to take care of Mo Shangyun's fresh hair.
"I'm going to bed."
Mo Shangyun prepares to stand up.
Yan Tianxing took her shoulders from behind, pressed her down, leaned down, and whispered close to her ear, "Won't you wait for me?"
Mo Shangyun thought for a while, then turned his head and said sincerely, "I suggest you sleep on the sofa."
"… "
Seeing her expression of "thinking for you", Yan Tianxing twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly.
Mo Shangyun waved his hand, took his mobile phone, and walked into the bedroom smartly.
Yan Tianxing was left standing alone, a little depressed.
…
Nearly a little, Yan Tianxing came out of the bath.
The light in the bedroom was still on, Mo Shangyun was sitting on the head of the bed, with his legs bent, a notebook on his knees, a mobile phone in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, occasionally glanced at the mobile phone, and occasionally used the pen to do something on the notebook. When taking notes and writing with his head down, his expression was particularly serious.
Glancing at it, Yan Tianxing's eyes fell on her lap.
He was wearing a bathrobe, and his movements were very relaxed. Under the bathrobe, there were beautifully curved calves and fair and exquisite feet. Because he wore military boots and military trousers all the year round, he had not experienced the wind and the sun for many years, and his skin was abnormally fair.
It's just that the scar on the left foot is very conspicuous.
—It was the knife that Shirakawa stabbed.
Healed, but left scars.
Yan Tianxing thought that Mo Shangyun often stared at the scar on his forehead, thinking every time. Now, he can understand Mo Shangyun's mood a little bit.
Extraordinarily… unpleasant.
Feeling that he was standing all the time, Mo Shangyun, who was originally concentrating on his work, also looked up at him.
I wanted to remind him, but when I saw it, I was stunned.
Yan Tianxing was only wearing a bath towel.
Moreover, it was surrounded from the waist down, with a naked upper body, with strong muscles and an attractive figure, all at a glance.
Mo Shangyun's gaze moved up from the obvious abdominal muscles. Every muscle was as perfect as art, and even the curvature was just right. At first glance, he had a solid and powerful chest, a delicate and beautiful collarbone, and a sexy and beautiful Adam's apple. A handsome skin that can fascinate people.
The Creator is indeed eccentric.
Looking at Yan Tianxing's gaze, Mo Shangyun's gaze moved down again, looking back and forth, and finally his gaze fell on the bath towel around his waist.
"Want to see it?"
Yan Tianxing let her look at it, but she was not ashamed at all.
"… "
No matter how thick-skinned, Mo Shangyun was silently embarrassed because he was inexperienced after all.
As if he didn't hear it, Mo Shangyun lowered his head, unable to show a bit of glib appearance.
Seeing her look a bit funny, Yan Tianxing's lips curled up and strode towards Mo Shangyun.
"do not come."
Mo Shangyun raised his head and glanced at his warning cold eyes.
Beauty is misleading.
Yan Tianxing's pace was slow and steady, but he didn't procrastinate at all, and he didn't follow Mo Shangyun's instructions. He came to the bed in a blink of an eye and stood calmly.
"Shy?"
Leaning down slightly, Yan Tianxing said in a low voice, his voice bewitching and seductive, and his hand fell on the bath towel around his waist.
Just pull it a little and it will fall off.
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