Chapter 209

Same smile, same laugh.

And then there's the fire.

"Enough!"

With a sudden low roar, Zhou Yanchen grabbed the firework stick in Mo Xi's hand and threw it on the ground. He raised his foot and crushed it.

Mo Xi Ran is startled, looking at him stupidly, at a loss.

What's going on?

Why did he suddenly

"Ah Chen." Timidly called a, Mo Xi dye came to hold his arm, "what's the matter with you?"

Zhou Yanchen bent over and his Phoenix eyes were scarlet.

Mo Xi ran was startled and subconsciously stepped back.

Zhou Yanchen fixed his eyes and sneered.

She was afraid of him.

If she knew what he had done, would she be more afraid of him?

Is the person sleeping next to you a murderer?

Ha ha

"Yanchen."

Shan Yan and Sheng Xingwen stride over when they find something wrong here.

"Are you all right?"

"Nothing." Zhou Yanchen straightened up and said indifferently, "I'm tired. I'll go back first."

With that, he turned and walked into the hotel.

I didn't look at Mo Xi.

Standing in the same place, she looked at his cold back, wronged sour nose.

What's going on?

Wasn't it good just now?

"Xiaoxizi, did you quarrel with Yanchen?"

Shan Yan takes back Zhou Yanchen's sight and asks anxiously.

Mo Xi ran shook his head, squeezed out a smile, "no, we didn't fight, he may be tired, you play slowly, I'll go back to see him."

"Shall we go back with you?" Shan Yan asked.

"No, really. You can play." Wave your hand, Moxican leaves quickly.

After raking his hair, Shan Yan looked at Sheng Xingwen and said, "what's the matter? What's the matter?"

If you think about it, you will shake your head: "I don't know."

Room card brush open the door, Mo West dye come in.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom. She saw his clothes on the floor and on the bed.

She went over and put the clothes away and put them in the closet.

Take off your coat and sit on the sofa.

Shortly after, the bathroom door opened and Zhou Yanchen came out.

Mo Xi ran didn't look up and stare at his knees.

The room was silent.

Zhou Yanchen dried his hair, took the cigarette case from the cupboard and lit a cigarette.

Thin lips puff smoke ring, smoke shrouded, his handsome face is not real.

Get up, Mo West dye picked up change clothes into the bathroom.

Sitting in the bathtub, she wiped her face and cried.

"Hum."

The phone vibrates.

Zhou Yanchen put out his cigarette in the ashtray, took his mobile phone and opened the screen.

Jiang Xiaohan's three words are dazzling.

Half a ring. He's opening the message.

"Yan Chen, I wish you and Xizi a happy new year."

As if he was afraid of asking more questions, Jiang Xiaohan added a sentence at the end.

"I'm fine."

Holding on to his mobile phone, Zhou Yanchen laughed at himself.

"Happy new year," he wrote

Just four simple words.

Just reply, Mo Xi dye just came out of the bathroom.

He looked over, four eyes opposite, two people have all Zheng Leng for a while.

Her hair was still wet on her shoulders, and she forgot to wipe it with a dry towel.

Just walk to the bed, lift the quilt and lie down.

Close your eyes and cover the dark color at the bottom of your eyes.

With a sigh, Zhou Yanchen got up and went to the bathroom. He took out a dry towel.

Sitting by the bed, he reached out to brush her hair.

As soon as I touched her, I was pushed away by her.

She turned her back to him.

Zhou Yanchen reached out and pulled her up.

Mo Xi ran closed his eyes and refused to look at him.

The little face is red, like a little apple.

He carefully and gently wiped her hair. When it was half dry, he put the towel aside and held her in his arms.

Mo Xi dye chin against his shoulder, deliberately with his sharp little chin poke his shoulder.

Zhou Yanchen left her alone. When she stopped, he took her arm and pulled her out of his arms.

"I made a mistake just now. I apologize."

Listen to him say so, Mo West dye just opens an eye, looking at him.

"Can you tell me what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Yanchen pursed his lips in a straight line and didn't seem to want to say so.

……

"Hum."

The phone rings.

Mo West dye struggle for a while, holding Zhou Yanchen's arm, "mobile phone, mobile phone."Zhou Yanchen glared at her and got up to take her mobile phone.

Click on the screen, there are many SMS pouring in.

One of them is from baijingcheng.

Zhou Yanchen saw, Feng Mou dangerous squint.

Mo West dye guilty lift Mou to see him one eye, discuss with him.

"Can I reply? It's not good not to reply. "

Zhou Yanchen's strange smile made him nod.

Long fingers caressed her arm, and he whispered, "go back."

Moxican blinks and gives baijingcheng the past.

Just click the send button, the mobile phone took off its hand, and he pulled it out and threw it aside.

"You..."

"Go on."

……

Wake up from the warm quilt, Mo Xi ran rubbed his eyes and sat up.

It's like a pure child when other people are still sleeping with their eyes closed.

After watching him for a while, she quietly lifted the quilt and went down to the ground.

To the window, the curtain gently open a slit, a moment of a Zheng.

I don't know when it snowed again last night.

The new snow covered the old, and the whole world was white.

Footsteps came from behind, and then she was held in her arms.

Cheek was kiss, low male voice slowly: "see what?"

"It's snowing again." Pointing out of the window, Mo Xi ran said softly.

She wrapped her arm around his neck and touched his back with her fingers.

Once, it's totally subconscious.

But Mo Xi ran forgot one thing: the man in the morning can't afford to lift.

While kissing her, he took her to the big bed, and his mobile phone rang out untimely.

With a low curse, Zhou Yanchen sank his eyes.

Mo Xi's eyes are sparkling, and her lips are light and attractive.

In the battle between heaven and man, the clamor of mobile phones is even louder.

Finally sitting up, he reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table.

"What are you doing?"

The tone is not very good.

Mo West dye also probably guessed the person who called.

Shan Yan was smiling there, not moved by Zhou Yanchen's anger.

"Come and play. It's boring to stay in the room."

Turning his head, Zhou Yanchen congealed with the people on the bed and said, "no, I think it's very interesting."

Hang up and turn off the phone.

Throw the cell phone away and he's bullying himself again.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Mo Xi ran struggles and yells. He rushes up twice, but he holds his arm and drags it back.

Strangling her neck, she discussed with him, "ah Chen, let's go out for a walk."

Zhou Yanchen kisses her neck and whispers, "it's snowing. It's cold."

"Shall we go to Shan Yan's room?" Mo Xi's hand trembled on his shoulder.

Zhou Yanchen snorted and said in a deep voice, "what's fun with him? Let's have fun ourselves."

What is interesting?

Mo Xi ran was frightened by his wolf like green eyes.

She blushed like a drop of blood.