Chapter 87

Mo Yi was stunned.

The proposal left him at a loss.

In many cultures, names are the bonds and keys that are endowed with special meanings. Especially in mystics, real names are powerful and magical, and exposing real names is equivalent to exposing weaknesses.

And name something It is like binding the two with invisible fetters and responsibilities.

Mo Yi raised his eyes, a pair of dark eyes carefully looked at the fog, as if to see all the subtle expressions on his face.

The fog looked back at him calmly. His gray eyes were shining with metal texture in the sun. His expression on his face was magnanimous. It was as if he had just said "where to eat tonight".

Mo Yi frowns, slightly tightens the corners of his lips, and a light sense of absurdity rises from his heart.

Is Is he thinking too much?

Mo Yi took a deep look at the fog, considered it for a few seconds, then hesitated and asked:

"are you sure Do you want me to name you? "

Fog nodded, a pair of light colored eyes focused on staring at Mo Yi: "why not?"

Without waiting for Mo Yi to say something, the fog did not stop and continued to say:

"after all, it's just a title, isn't it?"

So it is.

Mo Yi takes a deep breath, clears out all kinds of thoughts in his brain, then nods helplessly and says:

"OK, but don't be disgusted with being ugly."

Misty approached one step, stood at the door of the room looking at Mo Yi, he said with a smile: "No

Mo Yi gently frowned, his eyes in the fog behind the diffuse into the room on the morning light for a moment, under the heart a little thinking, raised his head to say:

"single word Chen, is it OK?"

The original meaning is north star.

"That's good."

With misty eyes and a sharp profile softened by the golden morning light, he continued to ask:

"what's your family name?"

Mo Yi has some problems. After all, surname is a significant cultural symbol in China, so it seems that it is not appropriate to choose a surname at will

He looked up at the mist, considered it, and then asked:

"what's your family name?"

The mist replied without hesitation: "it doesn't matter."

That is to be expected.

However, Mo Yi did not wait for a bitter smile to continue to ponder over it. He only listened to the mist and then said:

"do you have any deeply impressed words?"

Mo Yi a Leng, raised eyebrows to see to fog, in the eye flash a silk of unexpected look: "what?"

If you don't have the patience to explain your surname, you can make a deep impression

Mo Yi pursed his lips, and there was a trace of melancholy on his pale face. He blinked and hid his emotions. He returned to a calm and peaceful state on his face:

" Smell it

The mist moves forward, and the aggressive and beautiful face takes on a trace of smile, and her eyelashes are covered with a layer of gold powder by the morning light, covering the cold and hard light gray eyes:

"OK, I will call Wen Chen in the future."

Mo Yi's heart beat irregularly for a few minutes, and then he stepped back a step and opened the distance between them.

With a smile, his dark eyes slightly bent up, he stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, if you meet me for the first time, just call me Mo Yi."

Slender pale palms stay in the air, thin skin wrapped with long bones, thin and beautiful.

The breath of the fog stagnates without trace, and the light gray eyes slightly deepen. He stares at Mo Yi with a mistake.

He pursed his lips and solemnly held Mo Yi's palm in the air. His fingertips and palms overlapped slowly. The cold, inhuman body temperature was close to the cold skin, which tightly stretched the bones, and was almost stained with a little light temperature.

“…… Wen Chen. "

His voice was a little dumb, his light eyes were bright and focused, and his pale ear tips were tinged with a bright blush.

In the next few days, Mo Yi had a regular life.

Every day, he went to the fitness villa specially arranged by Jiang yuanrou for two or three hours, accepted the destruction of Shen Lei's friendship, and then spent the rest of his time in the library.

Mo Yi spent a lot of his time in front of the wooden table in the city library.

He swept all possible game related fields of knowledge, especially books about supernatural tales, religions and legends. From popular reading materials to unofficial ones, he dug them out of the dusty corners of the library.

The light on the top of the head is bright and cold, which shows the whole reading room perfectly.

Mo Yi is sitting in a corner of the table. On a huge table, there are several huge and heavy books lying on the table. There are also several books that have not been opened, which make the whole table full.He looked down at a book in his hand.

Thin and long pale fingers hold the Yellow corner of the page, slender neck droops, the quiet side face is covered by the shadow of half darkness, the dark eyes focus on the book on the table, and quickly browse the page without a line of words.

He concentrated almost all his attention on the books in front of him, and the whole person seemed to be enveloped in an atmosphere that could not be disturbed. His concentration was too much to interfere with.

Mo Yi opens the next page.

The slight rubbing sound of the pages was obvious in the quiet library. He raised his head slightly and read down again along the beginning of the page.

All of a sudden, Mo Yi's eyes were stunned.

There seemed to be a slight scratch on the back of his hand, soft as a feather.

Mo Yi was stunned. Before he could make any response, he saw the mobile phone screen beside him light up, and the keyboard on the screen would automatically type words:

[hungry? 】

Mo Yi glanced at the dial on his wrist, and suddenly it was 7:30.

Today, he arrived at the library at 1:00 p.m. without noticing, it has been more than six hours.

Mo Yi felt a slight pain in his empty stomach, and the dizziness of hypoglycemia came to his eyes, but he was still within the scope of tolerance After all, it's not without a few days of sleeplessness when writing programs, which is almost negligible.

He reluctantly glanced at the book he opened in his hand, with some struggle in his eyes, and his slender white fingers quickly jumped on the screen:

[OK. 】

[wait until you have read this chapter. 】

the other party didn't reply, and the mobile phone screen changed from light to dark again, and then completely black.

Mo Yi is preparing to continue to devote himself to the book again when suddenly, a hard thing is pushed into his palm.

The subtle sound of plastic sounds in the quiet library, sounds quite clear.

Mo YILENG Leng, opened his hand, saw a fruit candy lying in the palm, bright color of the candy paper in the library bright light flashing light light halo of glass.

Fruit candy.

He thought of their strange question and answer after the end of the second copy, and he couldn't help laughing.

The fingers peeled off the sugar paper. After the sound of plastic was heard, the round candy was revealed. Under the light, it was crystal clear pink, and a light fruit aroma spread instantly.

Mo Yi put the candy into his mouth. His face was round with his movements, and his indifferent and pale face took on a trace of approachable life.

A sweet smell instantly spread from the tip of his tongue, making him subconsciously squint his eyes, with a little smile on his face.

Strawberry.

More than half an hour later.

Mo Yi still closed the book, then put the other books he borrowed back on the bookshelf, arranged several books ready to be borrowed and read again, put them under his arm, stood up and walked to the door of the library.

In the eyes of the young librarian with hidden excitement and admiration, Mo Yi skillfully put the books into his backpack, then gave the other party a gentle smile and turned away from the library.

Mo Yi subconsciously looked down at his watch, his face stained with a trace of helplessness.

He never thought that one day he would be able to achieve the achievements of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, and even regularly eat three meals a day and exercise every day.

In addition to the supervision of Shen Lei and Wang Zezhi, fog, now called Wen Chen, has also made an indelible contribution.

So, is he bound to an old woman?

Mo Yi's expression is somewhat subtle.

However, Xin Kui is much better than Shen Lei and Wang Zezhi. Otherwise, it would be too hard to follow such a housekeeper at any time and anywhere.

Thinking of the "fitness meal" that Shen Lei forced him to eat and make a strict fitness plan, Mo Yi's muscles and joints began to ache faintly. He sighed and walked towards his apartment.

The light in the corridor of the apartment is slightly dim. Mo Yi looks down to find the key. The tiny metal sound of the collision between the key and the lock rings in the quiet corridor. He opens the door, changes his shoes at the porch, and then enters the room.

He reached out to turn on the headlight in the room. The bright light instantly lit up the clean and unpopular room.

Mo Yi put the key in the drawer at the door, then turned to the bathroom, turned on the tap and simply washed his hands.

The light from the bathroom door was blocked by a tall figure.

Mo Yi raised his head and glanced at it. He only saw Chen standing in the front of the door in the backlight, with a deep-seated face blurred in the sunlight behind him. His voice was low, with a touch of metal texture, but it sounded surprisingly soft:

"what do you want to eat?"Mo Yi turned off the faucet, pulled the snow-white towel from the towel rack on one side and wiped his wet palms at will.

He frowned for a moment, then hesitated and said:

" Porridge? "

Wen Chen laughed: "good."

After that, he turned and left. With the sound of footsteps, the tinkling sound of cooking utensils sounded in the kitchen, adding a touch of life to the empty and cold room.

Mo Yi turns around and walks out of the bathroom, glancing casually at the lighted kitchen.

Wen Chen's tall back is busy under the light.

Mo Yi's expression is a little subtle - so he is really bound to a nanny, right?

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated twice. Mo Yi was stunned. He reached out his mobile phone and looked at the bright screen:

a message to Jiang yuanrou.

Are you free? 】

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