Chapter 157

"Ah?" Wen Yiyi's silly eyes, back to God, quickly put out his hand, to grab the mobile phone back from his hand, "no, I'll just invite myself..."

The word has not yet said, Wen Yiyi looked up, on the man's eyes, such as ice, suddenly choked, speechless.

"Well?" Mo Xiu Chen Hang Mou to see her, Li eye her hand, lip petal tiny open, signal a way: "hand loosen."

Wen Yiyi looked at him, pursed his mouth, and quietly took back his hand. Then I saw the man pick up his mobile phone and attach it to his ear. Then he got up from his chair and went to the French window.

The window is open, and the dim moonlight outside the window shines in, which is integrated with the light in the room. It sprinkles on the tall back of the man, which makes him look lonely and cold. It's not hard for Wen Yiyi to hear what Mo Xiuchen and her teacher said. He can only see his mouth open and close.

She blinked and stared at him standing in the French window for a while. After a while, she took back her eyes and ate with her head buried.

But it's tasteless, and it's all on him.

I wonder what he will say to her teacher and what identity he will use But between them, it seems that there is no other relationship except that one.

Wen Yiyi lowered his eyes and couldn't help sighing.

……

About a few minutes later, Mo Xiuchen just came over with her mobile phone.

Put the mobile phone on the girl's left side, sit down, the man tone casual mouth: "a week later, I just went back and your teacher through the ditch."

Wen Yiyi nodded, raised his eyes, quickly looked at him, and lowered his head.

No matter how fast her action was, it couldn't be faster than his eyes. After Mo Xiuchen noticed his action, he looked at her.

Looking at her black head, the man's eyebrows slightly Yang, tone indifferent voice asked: "what's the matter?"

"No Wen Yiyi shook his head, bit his lip, took chopsticks to clip vegetables for him, looked up at him with a simple smile: "eat, it's going to be cold."

She didn't want to say much, and he didn't ask much.

A very quiet meal, in addition to the chopsticks touch, chewing a small sound, no other.

Wen Yiyi's appetite is not big, after eating, she put down the chopsticks. She scratched her head, opened her lips and was about to speak, when she heard his cold voice coming from the side: "not appetite?"

She Leng next, busy shake head, embarrassed smile: "no, I have had enough."

"Well." Mo Xiuchen answered faintly and continued to eat. After a while, seeing that she was still sitting there, he raised his eyebrow and said to her, "wasn't she very sleepy just now? Go wash and sleep. "

"Well, take your time." Wen Yiyi nodded, got up from the chair and quickly got into the bedroom.

Mo Xiuchen looked at her rapid disappearance of the back, the corner of the lip pulled, the eye ground quickly flashed a streamer.

After a slow meal, the man picked up the leftover lunch box, took it out and threw it away, and slowly went back to the bedroom.

After going in, Mo Xiu Chen Li eye, spread to flow water sound continuously of bathroom, Mou son tiny flash.

He went to the bedside, found the laundry from the trunk and put it on the head of the bed. Then he took out his notebook and put it on the coffee table. Leaning on the sofa, he turned on the machine to work.

In the middle of washing, Wen Yiyi suddenly heard the door open. He knew it was him who came in, so he quickened his speed. But later, he didn't know what he thought of, and his speed was halved, even slower than before.