I haven't even looked in the eye.
The whole process and Shen qinyi's father praise each other, praise Shen qinyi how excellent.
Even if Fang Jiamei is usually heartless, she can understand what this performance means.
Mo Yiheng didn't take part in their conversation. Despite Mo Congtian's warning, he took Fang Jiamei upstairs and went to his room.
Walking in carefully, Fang Jiamei felt that she was in a special place of privacy.
Mo Yiheng's room is decorated with style. The walls are filled with capital English letters, and various car models are placed on the cabinet, full of juvenile flavor.
Fang Jiamei covered up the feeling of being ignored and went to the cabinet. She was surprised. "Do you like racing?"
Mo Yiheng leaning on her side, gently hook the lower lip, "used to like, now do not touch."
There are also some photos on the cabinet. Mo Yiheng in the photo is very surly, which is completely different from what he looks like now.
There is also a picture in the sports car, surrounded by several exposed women.
Mo Yiheng found that he quickly buttoned the photo frame and looked at her with a smile: "cough, before."
Fang Jiamei nodded, went to the bedside and sat down. She looked around curiously. "It's hard to imagine how you've changed so much."
If she didn't see it with her own eyes, she would really doubt whether Mo Yiheng in front of her was the same person as Mo Yiheng a few years ago.
Mo Yiheng sat down beside her and gently raised his mouth, "don't mind my dad, I don't know what he smokes today."
Fang Jiamei lowered her eyes and nodded: "well."
Mo Yiheng took her into his arms, holding her chubby hand, "no matter what others say or do, don't leave me because of this. If you are unhappy, ask me, but you can't leave without saying a word, you know?"
That's what he's most afraid of.
Fang Jiamei bent her lips, raised her eyes and looked at him teasingly: "how can it sound like I'm very irresponsible?"
Mo Yiheng watched her clear and bright eyes, holding her hand tightly, "it's me, I'm afraid to lose you."
He couldn't afford to lose her a second time.
Fang Jiamei's breath trembled slightly, and she took the initiative to kiss his lips, "I won't do it."
At the moment when she decided to marry him, Fang Jiamei didn't want to separate from him, unless he mentioned it.
Mo Yiheng kisses her lips and presses her down on the bed. His palm caresses her waist
Knock.
The door was knocked, Fang Jiamei immediately pushed open, Mo Yiheng sat up, breathing slightly trembling, a little embarrassed.
"Young master, the master told you to go down to dinner."
Outside the door came the servant's voice, Mo Yiheng fidgety took a breath, "I know."
Fang Jiamei cut her hair and poked him, "down."
Fortunately, I didn't come in, otherwise it would be too embarrassing
Mo Yiheng sat up and looked at her discontentedly, "why don't we go home? Don't eat. "
Fang Jiamei smiles and stares at him. "How can I do that? I'm here to accompany my uncle today. Let's go!"
Pulling him down, Fang Jiamei sat at the dinner table with regret.
The table was full of harmony, except for Fang Jiamei, who looked like an outsider.
Mo Congtian laughed heartily and looked at Shen qinyi, who was very harmonious. "Oh, qinyi has grown up. I still remember when I was a child, you did very well. At that time, I told your father to let you be my daughter-in-law!"
His words made Fang Jiamei feel embarrassed. She didn't know what to do with her knife and fork.
Shen qinyi grinned shyly and looked at the man who peeled shrimp across the street. "Uncle Mo is making fun of me again."
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