Chapter 415

The photo in hand, like a hot potato, she took a deep breath, put the photo back, took the book, pressed.

"Who on earth sent it?" She said in a low voice, quietly withdraw eyes, smile on the face and therefore pale a bit.

This photo has nothing to do with her, but it has something to do with Liu Sijie.

In the photo, is a photo, Liu Sijie and that person back-to-back looking at the blue sky, behind is the scene of fallen leaves, and the photo, it is her.

But this picture is different. When they are all taken in, the picture becomes more strange.

Obviously, when she took this picture, someone secretly took them? But to her surprise, why did you send this photo to her? She really can't figure it out. The point is that the man in the photo left six years ago, and she spent that time with Liu Sijie.

She sat on the sofa, her star eyes were quiet as usual, but her fingertips stretched out, took another cup, poured tea and sipped it lightly.

"What are you thinking?" At this time, a hand reached over and took the tea from her hand.

She looked up, saw Mo Yanchen's face, and then looked at the cup in his hand. She had finished the tea. He reached out to pour a cup for her and moved it to her.

"Thinking about something." She whispered.

"If you think about something, you can break the teacup? What's on your mind? " His low magnetic voice floated into his ears. Then he squatted down and reached for the cup.

The elegant mint fragrance on the man's body penetrated into her nose. She found that the man had already taken a bath. She sat in a daze for an hour?

"Well." Some of her absent-minded response, chuckled, body back, small hands supporting side face, fixed at him, heart if thoughtful.

Mo Yanchen picked up the pieces and threw them into the garbage can. He took a towel and wiped the floor again. After there were no small pieces of glass, he washed his handle. When he turned back, he found that he put a yellow envelope under the book.

Silent eyes slightly narrowed, eyes fell on the side of the express bag, it seems to guess what, but did not say, but made a pot of tea, shallow sip.

"Uncle." Suddenly she moved closer to him.

Her long black hair poured down, and her delicate face was blocked. She held her head in his arms, and her small hand around his waist.

"In the future, don't disappear suddenly. Even if you have something to say, no matter what the purpose or reason is, you should be frank with each other, OK? Even if you want to be with others in the future, you have to say it in advance. I'm afraid. " Her voice was low, with a lot of bitterness.

She was really afraid. This kind of thing was reflected in Liu Sijie.

A person who treats you well suddenly disappears in your life. It's just like when he first came here, he broke in inexplicably, but then suddenly disappeared, as cool as a breeze. You remember that he came, but he was like a dream.

"Shen Chengjing." He whispered her full name, reached over her shoulder and propped her up.

He looked down at her, looking at her clear eyes, surging restless mood. His fingertips gently scraped her cheek, his indifferent lip line slightly raised, and a low and calm voice came: "I repeat, I'm Mo Yanchen. I'm only married once in my life, as long as I'm sure it's a lifetime. No matter what emotions you have, I will not allow you to overturn what I have said to you or the promise I have made. No matter what happens, even if the sky falls down, I, Mo Yanchen, will stand in your way. As long as you are responsible for living happily and happily, do you understand? "