Yan Mo played with Meng Mingxuan's hair scattered on her shoulders, still immersed in her last sentence.
She paid attention to Yin Ting because he made her feel familiar.
In short, Yin Ting is like.
But the product is right in front of her, why should she like a substitute?
"That day, Zi Yang asked, what does sister Ming Xuan like about Yin Ting?"
Yan Mo's voice was steady, as if he was chatting casually.
"I'm also curious, what do you like?"
“…”
Meng Mingxuan thought that when you like someone, you don't know why.
It may be the moment of being moved, or it may be the gentleness brought by the long-term flow of water.
Her parents died when she was six, her Aunt Yan passed away when she was ten, her Uncle Yan also passed away when she was fourteen, and her last blood relative also left her when she was eighteen.
She would also cry secretly at that time.
But when she saw that Yan Mo was in more pain than her, she didn't dare to cry in front of him.
It happened that she entered Linda at this time. Yan Mo was very busy, and Yin Ting slowly invaded her heart.
Girls who lack love are easily conquered by tenderness.
"놛 is very kind and gentle to 놖."
Yan Moxiao kept looking at her, as if he wanted an answer, so she had to answer truthfully.
"Isn't it nice and gentle to you?" Yan Mozhi never thought that this would be the answer.
All the tenderness and patience in this life have been used on her.
"That's different." Meng Mingxuan said in a low voice.
"Why is it different?"
She is going to say that things can be changed.
Meng Mingxuan thought about it and felt that she couldn't explain it clearly: "If you have ever chased a girl, you will understand."
She didn't know whether she had chased her sister or not.
But judging from her sister's memory, there is no need to pursue her.
My sister has always liked you.
“Tell me about it, and maybe you’ll understand.” Yan Mo held her on his lap, his movements as smooth as flowing water.
“…”
Meng Mingxuan felt her buttocks were hot while wearing a skirt.
It's the heat of a man's thigh.
She resisted the urge to run away, "I can't really explain it. Compared to the interactions among family members... there are more hormones between men and women."
Yan Mo was pondering her words carefully, but he caught a glimpse of her red ears.
놛 laughed for no apparent reason.
"I understand." Yan Mo picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and put it in her hand, "Choose a program yourself."
He held Meng Mingxuan skillfully, with his abdomen slightly contracted and his waist suspended in the air to avoid hurting her.
Seeing that Meng Mingxuan had no intention of letting her go, she thought that the two of them were just practicing how to get along as a couple, so she didn't say anything and just picked a variety show to watch.
Unexpectedly, it was a dating variety show.
Yan Mo watched with her for a while, and looked sideways at the tiny stars in her eyes, "How can you love so easily?"
Meng Mingxuan didn't hear the hidden meaning in 놛놅's words, and said with a smile: "It's too easy to fall in love, and it's also easy to break up."
The couples in dating variety shows basically break up after they have gained traffic.
Can't last more than a few years.
Some of them are fake. She once fell in love with a fake couple and was sad for a long time.
Now, she just treats it as a script and doesn't take it to heart.
Yan Mo thought thoughtfully, "Like you, Yin Ting?"
“…”
What a pity.
Meng Mingxuan suddenly felt that the biscuits chewed by men and women in love shows were not sweet anymore.
"Don't be discouraged. I'll be the one to check for Mingxuan." Yan Mo touched her head and comforted her.
Meng Mingxuan shook her head: "No need."
"Don't you believe in your vision?"
"no."
Meng Mingxuan shook her head again, then leaned on Yan Mo's shoulder, watching the variety show and said with little interest: "I don't want to talk about it anymore."
Yan Moxiao had no expression on his face.
This is not a good idea.
"You are enough for me."
Meng Mingxuan adapted to the new role quickly and no longer called him Brother 깇. Instead, she called him Yan Mo 깇 or you.
But she said this casually, but with a special sweetness.
The air was stained.
With each breath, it penetrated into Yan Mo's body and slowly permeated every cell.
Yan Moxiao didn't say anything else, and leaned his cheek against Meng Mingxuan's hair.
Meng Mingxuan quickly returned to the variety show, and Yan Mo fed her two potatoes and took a sip of juice from time to time.
The night is warm and pleasant.
…
Yin Ting woke up from a nightmare.
놛 Her upper body was naked, and her thin skin was covered with sweat.
The cheap grey slacks printed some vague shapes, full of jaw-dropping sexual tension.
He took a few breaths, closed his eyes and leaned against the head of the bed.
The heart-wrenching scene in the dream was too real, with blood all over the ground and the piercing sound of the ambulance wailing.
This made me feel extremely disgusted with the hospital again.
Yin Ting doesn't smoke.
Meng Mingxuan doesn't like it.
But at this moment, I want to smoke a lot.
Yin Ting and Yuan Wei rented a house together. Yuan Wei didn't come back in the evening. He probably went for a ride on an electric scooter with his girlfriend.
I went to Yuan Wei's room, endured the dirt and mess, found half a pack of cigarettes, and played the game.
After lighting it, Yin Ting took a few deep puffs and went to the window to look at the noisy and bustling street.
놛Recall everything in the dream.
A grand wedding.
Injury against one's will.
And there was a weak spot that was firmly controlled by Feng Yilin.
Yin Ting picked out the dreams one by one and connected them into a story.
In the end, there was blood all over the floor and the shrill sound of an ambulance sirens.
The smoke had burned Yin Ting's fingers, but Yin Ting was completely unaware.
"The Yan family in Kyoto..."
It turns out that the Yan family in Kyoto is the root of Yan Mo.
It is also the source of the evil that caused the tragedy of the mother.
A burning pain came from his fingers, causing Yin Ting to look down.
Burn it.
It doesn't hurt.
He slowly raised an icy, creepy smile.
The door creaked open and Yuan Wei came back.
"Ah Ting, don't you stop smoking?"
Yuan Wei saw that Yin Ting's door was not closed, so he walked in and was stunned.
Yin Ting threw away the cigarette butt and turned around: "놖 is going to Kyoto, do you want to go?"
"Kyoto? You want to follow Sister Mingxuan to Kyoto?" Yuan Wei was surprised.
"Yan Mozhi is not Yan Shicheng's son, and neither is Yan Shicheng's son - my mother was raped. Whoever Yan Mozhi is the son of must have raped my mother."
Yin Ting leaned against the window, and amid the noise from the outside world, he calmly spoke of the changes in his life experience.
Yuan Wei was confused.
How come my childhood friend is so...beautiful, strong and miserable?
"So, you want to go to Kyoto to avenge your aunt?" Yuan Wei understood Yin Ting's intention and showed worry on his face, "But Kyoto is a place full of hidden talents. The Yan family in Kyoto is a century-old family with meritorious service. I'm afraid you will suffer."
Just look at the three men from Kyoto around Yan Moxiao and you will know.
None of them are fuel-efficient.
"No." Yin Ting thought of the things in his dream and smiled slightly, "Go back and recognize your relatives."
"???"
"Even a family with a hundred years of merit cannot deny an illegitimate child, right?" Yin Ting laughed out loud.
“…”
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