Chapter 147

"Creak -"

hearing the sound of opening the door, Wen Yiyi raised his head from a pile of data and looked back and forth at the door. When he saw Mo Xiuchen, he snorted as if he hadn't seen him. He bowed his head and continued to do the unfinished work.

Her that light hum voice is not small, Mo Xiu Chen just heard.

He glanced at Wen Yiyi, his lips moved and said nothing. He took the cup of cold coffee to the desk and put it in front of her.

A cup suddenly appeared in the sight, and Wen Yiyi was stunned. She quickly reflected who put it. She secretly took a look at Mo Xiuchen with Yu Guang.

After he put down the cup, he turned to the back shelf to look for the book, so Wen Yiyi could only see his broad back and slender hand when he took the book.

Outside the window, warm light around him, illusory.

That handsome white face in the sunshine, also did not share the cold.

It is more than a touch of warmth.

Wen Yiyi silently stared at his back for a while, then took back his sight.

……

The study is so quiet that you can only hear the subtle sound of the air conditioner, as well as the paper friction sound when Wen Yiyi turns over the data page.

Although Mo Xiuchen's eyes are staring at the book on his hands, Yu Guang is always on the person opposite.

From 1:00 p.m. to about 3:30 p.m., he watched her yawn countless times, stretch several times, lie down on the table several times, almost fall asleep, and sit up again.

At four o'clock, Wen Yiyi finished checking the last piece of information, and directly lay on the table tired. As soon as his eyes closed, he fell asleep.

It's easy to get sleepy in summer, especially in the afternoon when I look at a lot of data. I feel like I'm back to junior high school in summer.

Whenever there is a Chinese class in the afternoon, the teacher asks everyone to read a book, most of them are looking at it, and their heads will fall on the table.

After finishing the last page, Mo Xiuchen just closed the book and was about to take it back to the bookshelf. As soon as he looked up, he saw the woman sleeping on the opposite table.

She has finished what he asked her to do. Two stacks of materials, one left and one right, are placed on both sides of the desk, very neat.

His eyes fell on her face, on the bridge of her nose, and finally on the red lips, which opened slightly to breathe.

Mo Xiu Chen blinked next eye, move the vision away from her attractive red lips.

He took the books he had read and put them back on the bookshelf. He went back to his desk.

He looked down at the sleeping person, quietly took away the backup data she held tightly in her hand, put it aside, then bent down to pick her up and walked towards her bedroom.

Gently put her on the bed, as if afraid to wake her up.

Lift the quilt to cover her, Mo Xiuchen adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner in the room, quietly stood on the side of the bed and looked at her for a while, then turned and left.

……

When I woke up, it was about ten o'clock in the night.

Turn on the light, Wen Yiyi sat up from the bed, rubbed his confused eyes, got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash his face, sober, still some hazy sleepiness.

No dinner, empty stomach, began to sing empty city plan.

Wen Yiyi yawned, wore slippers, shrugged his shoulders and went downstairs to find food.

The door of the study and master bedroom was closed tightly. There was no lamp in the room under the door. I didn't know whether Mo Xiuchen was not in the villa or had already fallen asleep.

Wen Yiyi went downstairs and walked around the kitchen.

There was no instant food in the fridge. The last bit of noodles was eaten by Mo Qingling at noon.