Chapter 1962

Mo Liangyu was silent for three seconds, humming: "am I sick? What kind of coffee do you want in the middle of the night? "

After that, Han Yunting hung up directly.

There is something wrong with that waiter!

……

The next day, before seven o'clock in the morning, Han Yunting woke up.

The moment he lifted the quilt, he suddenly stopped and looked down at the sheet with a strange expression.

This kind of thing seldom happened to him.

There was a dry mark on the sheet, which was obviously made by himself.

Han Yunting pursed his lips for a moment, then began to dress calmly.

He thought that maybe he was stimulated by some brothers yesterday, so he had a dream.

Push open the door, the morning sun outside the door immediately fell on him.

Sunshine and beautiful scenery echo each other, which makes people want to indulge in the landscape.

Han Yunting stepped on the lawn and walked aimlessly.

Other people's saloon cars haven't moved. They seem to be sleeping.

Wandering around the scenic spot, Han Yunting looks at the plank road in front of him. After thinking about it, he walks along the winding path to the top of the mountain.

He remembered the guide saying that the view of the top of the mountain was also very pleasant.

It took about 20 minutes for Han Yunting to reach the top of Taiyang mountain.

With the expansion of vision, you can almost see the appearance of the whole city in the distance.

Standing on the viewing platform, Han Yunting stood with his hands down and closed his eyes slowly, feeling the sunshine and breeze. He was very calm.

Suddenly, a sound disturbed his mind.

Han Yunting was stunned when he looked back!

"Why are you here?"

He did not expect to see Leng Shutong in the scenic spot.

Very strange feeling, instant seat on the mind.

Even for a moment, he thought he was hallucinating.

At this time, Leng Shutong was wearing a long dark gray woolen skirt, a straw hat with a lotus leaf on top of her head, and her foot was just stepping on a piece of gravel, which made the sound.

Leng Shutong looks up slightly and looks at Han Yunting, who is standing in the backlight. His eyes are a little obsessed.

I always knew that he was very good-looking, but I never saw him without glasses. He was so handsome and extraordinary.

Leng Shutong was fascinated. With the wind blowing, she could find her reason. She replied with a smile, "I'll paint from life."

Han Yunting: "what

From Licheng to Dongcheng's suburban scenic spot for sketching?!

It doesn't sound credible!

Besides, she didn't bring any tools for sketching!

However, Han Yunting has always been cool and thin-minded, and is too lazy to study her intentions.

He seemed to nod his head clearly, and then he turned back to see the scenery.

While he was looking at the scenery, Leng Shutong was looking at him.

Years of obsession, with more frequent contact with him, made her heart more difficult to control to be fascinated by him.

Leng Shutong knows that this secret love is humble, but she enjoys it.

Even though... Has cooperated many times, she has never revealed her feelings.

Because he is too cold, too rational, people dare not easily blaspheme.

Leng Shutong looks straight at his back. Maybe her sight is too hot for Han Yunting to ignore.

After a while, he turned around again and saw that Leng Shutong had not left yet. He twisted his eyebrows and said, "what else?"

Leng Shutong subconsciously shook his head, fingers gradually curled up on his side, summoned up the courage to go to his side, "when do you go back to Licheng?"

"This afternoon."