Chapter 31

Not all feelings will stay in the world of love, there will never be only one protagonist. Just like miyou, just like Nangong Haoqi.

Mi you, as usual, went to buy drinks for colleagues in the design department. From a distance, I saw Tan Yifan come out of the company building. Seeing this, mi you waved at him: "brother Yifan!"

Hearing the voice, Tan Yifan looked sideways, his eyes fell on her, and he walked towards her quickly. "How do you buy so much coffee, Mel?" Tan Yifan asked puzzledly.

With a smile, mi you's cheek was flushed. He said with a smile, "this belongs to my colleagues. They are all busy, so I help them buy coffee."

Wen Yan and Tan Yifan can't help frowning: "you are a designer, not a busboy. Michelle, if you don't fit in here, go to Tan's office and I'll arrange a good position for you. "

Before the voice fell, mi you shook his head: "no, no, I'm fine here. Brother Yifan, how did you come to Nangong group? Do you have a job? "

She took the drink from her hand, helped her carry it, took her hand and walked to one side. The rice son in the heart doubts, but also just obediently follow. Came to the garden, Tan Yifan seriously looked at her: "mi'er, do you like Nangong Haoqi?"

He tilted his head and looked at him confusedly: "yes, he is my boyfriend. Of course I like it. Besides, he is very kind to me

In Tan Yifan's eyes, mi you is an innocent girl. There is always a lack of an eye for many things.

"If one day you knew that he liked you for other reasons, what would you do?" Tan Yifan asked tentatively.

Hearing her words, mi you was stunned for a moment. She never thought about it. Looking at a place, mi you said slowly: "if that's true, I should be very sad."

It's Nangong Haoqi who helps her get out of Chen Mohan's betrayal. If you know that he is close to her intentionally, you will feel a strong sense of loss. This is mi you's idea.

Frowning, she looked at her as if she wanted to talk. Subconsciously, he didn't want to make her sad. "Come on, I'll bring you the coffee." While talking, Tan Yifan turns around and walks towards the building again.

Trot with her side, mi you puzzled to ask: "Yifan brother, what do you want to tell me?"

Caress her hair, talk about Yifan light smile: "nothing, if you don't like to stay here, at any time tell me." In the end, he didn't say anything about ye Ziyun. If he can foresee the future, he will regret today's decision.

Mi you has been fond of painting since she was a child. She likes to use watercolor to describe different lives wantonly on paper. Once she has free time, she likes to go to the countryside to sketch.

On Saturday, it was sunny. Early in the morning, miyou, as usual, took a bus with her easel on her back and headed for a mountain in the suburb.

Arriving at the foot of the mountain, miyou raises his head and climbs on foot with a smile on his face. She likes to paint on the top of the mountain, and she likes the feeling of seeing all the mountains. I often exercise in my daily life. Mi you's physical strength is always great.

After an hour of climbing, miyou finally reached the top of the mountain. Open your hands and shout out to the valley, "ah!" Suddenly, the body and mind are comfortable.

After enjoying the mountain breeze, miyou took out the painting props from his backpack. Today, she draws sketches, so she only brings pencils and drawing boards.

Sitting on the grass, supporting the drawing board with one hand, he focused on the scenery in front of him and sketched it carefully on the drawing board. Every stroke, try to be meticulous.

This is more than an hour. Just as her painting was about to be finished, there was a thunder in the sky. Looking up reflexively, I could see the dark clouds in the blue sky.

Looking at the completion of the painting, miyou doesn't want to give up halfway. Take out the prepared umbrella from the backpack, and then continue to enter the state of painting.

After a while, the big rain kept falling. Seeing this, mi you quickly opened the umbrella and finished the last few strokes while supporting it with his neck. After drawing the last line, miyou is finally relieved.

Contented, he carefully put the painting into his backpack. Seeing that he was already wet, mi you laughed foolishly. Then he turned and ran to the road he came.

After the rain, the mountain road became muddy, and miyou walked slowly. It's raining harder and harder. I don't seem to have the intention to stop it. Observing the nearby terrain, mi you found that there was no shelter at all.

Perhaps due to the shift of attention, mi you forgot to observe the ground. Accidentally stepped on a piece of soft soil, the foot of a slip, rice you's body suddenly tilted back.

No time to make any response, the body will directly roll down the road: "ah, help!" Mi you screamed in horror, but he could only watch himself rolling, and finally fell directly onto a terrace.

Covered with mud, regardless of his slovenness, miyou picked up his umbrella and prepared to continue down the mountain. Just took a step, severe pain swept from: "Mom, my leg."

The whole facial features are all twisted together, and mi you bends over in pain and covers his ankles. In the process of rolling down, my ankle hit a big stone. With tears in his eyes, miyou sits down in pain.The rain is still on the ground, and mi you's heart is cool. Take out the mobile phone from the backpack, mi you instinctively dial the number of Nangong Haoqi. The phone rang a few times and was picked up. Mi you cried a little: "Haoqi, come and help me..."

Hearing the difference in her voice, Nangong Haoqi asked anxiously, "what's the matter, where are you?"

Holding his arms in both hands and sniffing, mi you said sadly, "I came to paint from the countryside. I fell down from the mountain and hurt my foot. I'm in... "

"Don't move there. I'll be right there." Nangong Haoqi said quickly, then hung up the call directly.

She curled up helplessly, her body shaking. When the phone rings, miyou looks at the number and his voice trembles: "brother Yifan..."

As time goes by, miyou feels colder and colder. Already wet clothes close to the body, the cold wind whistling, the body will not stop shaking.

Holding the umbrella tightly, she just hopes to block the wind as much as possible. My head hurts a little. Miyou leans on the terrace, closes his eyes and goes to sleep.

I don't know how long after, the familiar cry, from far to near. Open your eyes slowly and listen carefully. "Here I am!" Miyou responded loudly.

Like to hear her call, a figure gradually clear. When I saw him, tears poured down. Nangong Haoqi came to her in a hurry and looked at her face: "mi you, I'm here."

Excited to rush into his arms, regardless of dirty clothes. Holding his skirt tightly, miyou sobbed silently: "Wuwu I thought you were not coming... "

Raised his hand, stroking her head, Nangong Haoqi cold face, emerged a gentle smile: "fool, you are here, how can I not come."

Unwilling to raise his head from his arms, miyou lay on his chest and kept crying. All the uneasiness and fear are shown in this moment.

Not far away, Tan Yifan, with an umbrella, stood there silently. Looking at the two people embracing each other, there was a complex emotion in their eyes. I can't see her face clearly, but I can feel her emotion.

With a bitter smile, Tan Yifan laughed at himself: "it seems that he is still a step late." Turn melancholy, as if his appearance in general, no one knows.

Adjust a good mood, mi you blushed embarrassed. Scratching his head, mi you said with a smile: "that, am I ugly now?"

Looking at her covered with mud, Nangong Haoqi nodded: "very ugly, but also very cute. Come on, I'll carry you back. "

Looking down at the dirty self, mi you said anxiously, "my clothes are dirty. If I make your clothes dirty too..."

Crumple her hair at random, the lip raises radian, Nangong Haoqi says jokingly: "already dirty by you, don't care more dirty. Woman, don't dally, come up

With the tone of command, Nangong Haoqi squatted down, back to her. A warm current is flowing in my heart. Mi you smiles and slowly climbs on his back.

Mi you is holding an umbrella, and Nangong Haoqi is carrying her. They walk down the mountain together. Come alone, go back with company, rice leisurely heart a sweet. It's a wonderful feeling.

More than an hour's journey, Nangong Haoqi never said a tired word. Arriving at the foot of the mountain, I opened the door and saw a box on the front passenger's seat.

"Go inside and change your clothes. Be careful of catching cold." Nangong Haoqi said calmly.

The bright smile diffused on the cheek, mi you sweetly said, then got into the back seat to change clothes. Nangong Haoqi stood outside the car, watching the scenery in front of him, with an unidentified smile on his lips.

Change clothes, with the help of Nangong Haoqi, return to the front passenger seat. Fasten your seat belt and they head straight for the city. "Haoqi, I find you are very considerate and considerate." Mi you said admiringly.

Driving with one hand, Nangong Haoqi holds the palm of her hand. Side head, low smile way: "do my woman, will be happy."

Blushing on his cheek, miyou lowered his head shyly. His eyes were burning, but she didn't feel disgusted. "Well, I believe it." Miyou smiles sweetly.

Back to the city, straight to the hospital, with one hand in her trouser pocket, indifferent to the doctor's treatment of her wound. In the whole process, Nangong Haoqi was cold.

"We should pay more attention to rest these days. The bone of the ankle is cracked. Drink more bone soup." Said the doctor.

Smiling and bowing to the doctor, miyou took the medicine and limped towards him: "OK, let's go."

Well, Nangong Haoqi bent down to pick up her Princess. "I can go by myself." Mi you protested in a low voice, receiving the ambiguous sight. Mi you was very shy, but he felt happy.

Walking calmly, Nangong Haoqi said overbearing: "listen to the doctor, have a good rest. I'll take care of you for the rest of the time. I'm your leg until I'm good. I'll accompany you wherever you want to go. "

Looking into his eyes, his heart thumped. She knew that this time, she was really moved.