Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 171 Lin Qingruan x Mo Yucheng: But you like so many people

Mo Yucheng laughed mischievously in her ear, and was extremely satisfied with her reaction.

"What a lousy place! They didn't give you any food to eat?" Mo Yucheng pinched her wrist. "I haven't seen you for a few months. You look so skinny?"

He has a very sharp tongue.

Lin Qingruan slapped his hand away. She was still wearing the dance costume she wore for dance practice, and her figure was naturally graceful and elegant when she walked.

"I look better on camera when I'm thinner. The photographer praised me every time he took photos of me a few days ago."

"What's the use of a good-looking photo? I'm not looking at you through the photo." Mo Yucheng opened the car door, took something out in his hand, handed it to him, and raised his chin arrogantly.

"The restaurant packed it up. Lin Xing said you wanted to eat dumplings stuffed with shepherd's purse."

"The little girl is very picky. She doesn't eat any of the leeks, celery, or cabbage. She only picks the one that is the hardest to find."

Lin Qingruan paused for a moment, as she held a heavy object in her hand. Perhaps fearing that she could not hold it steadily, Mo Yucheng did not let go of her hand after handing it to her.

The warmth from the incubator and the warmth from his palms, she couldn't tell where the warmth that warmed her heart came from.

For example, at this moment, as she stood in the drama of her own life, she suddenly found it difficult to distinguish the boundary between truth and falsehood.

I opened the double-layer insulation box and found that the dumplings were still a little warm, but there was no soup in them.

The bottom layer was filled with small condiment dishes, including sauce, vinegar, and dry dishes. Lin Qingruan didn't say anything, but took a bite and put it in her mouth.

Mo Yucheng glanced over and pretended to be just looking at it casually.

Lin Qingruan fed him one and said softly as she leaned over, "Which restaurant is this from? It tastes really good."

Mo Yucheng snorted and laughed: "If you like it, I'll take you there next time."

As he bit down the dumpling, he unzipped his down jacket. Before Lin Qingruan could see clearly, she felt something being thrown into her arms.

The first feeling is hotness, the second feeling is fragrance.

It felt hot as if it had just come out of the pot, with a hint of the smell of a farmhouse's earthen pot and kang, the taste of her hometown in her memory.

She took a bite and felt the sweetness penetrate her heart.

"You're covering your chest because you're afraid he'll get cold?" Lin Qingruan looked at him, "You're not covering it all the way, are you?"

Mo Yucheng stuffed a dumpling into her mouth.

"Just eat it, why are you digging into the details?"

Lin Qingruan laughed out loud, and she cried as she laughed. She thought of the time when she was in junior high school and lived in a boarding school. That was the first time her father came to the school to see her. He kept two cakes in the middle of his cotton-padded jacket and waited for her in the cold wind. That cake, which was kept warm by body temperature, was her initial definition of fatherly love.

That was also the last time they met. Her father owed a huge gambling debt and disappeared. Maybe he ran away, maybe he died, no one knew.

So what is love?

He took one last look at her before leaving, acting out a scene of deep affection, yet he ignored her for twenty years. Is this love?
In the darkness, Lin Qingruan wiped away her tears silently.

She swallowed two dumplings one by one. She hadn't eaten so full in a long time. Mo Yucheng sat beside her and watched her eat. He wiped the table for her with disdain and thought about giving Huang Rong a lesson. Big stars are supposed to live a life of luxury, so how could they suffer?

Lin Qingruan was unusually quiet today. She ate with small mouthfuls, and looked indescribably well-behaved.

Mo Yucheng reached out and rubbed her hair, and all the prickly edges were removed, revealing a kind of indescribable cuteness about her.

It was worth it for him to borrow a private plane from Jin Yanchen to rush here temporarily, and then drive to this small mountain town with rugged roads.

After a whole day of running around, Mo Yucheng was extremely tired. She sat on her narrow single bed and was about to fall asleep as soon as her eyelids drooped.

Lin Qingruan knelt in front of him with her chin supported, and poked his eyelashes to see if he was asleep.

After a while, seeing that he didn't respond, she suddenly asked softly, "Mo Yucheng, do you love me?"

"Of course I love you."

She didn't get the answer she wanted, but Mo Yucheng suddenly opened his eyes and gave her the answer.

He stretched out his hand and held her fingertips, his lazily opened eyes were covered with sleepy pajamas, smile and love struggled and mixed together, he was born with the temperament of a playboy, at this moment, the tenderness in his eyes was even stronger.

The unchanging life was completely out of control because of his sudden visit.

Lin Qingruan realized that her calm judgment was also out of control.

She had no choice but to chew over his words over and over in her mind, and used her fingertips to trace from the center of his brows to his eyes. She wanted to know what kind of heart was beneath those affectionate eyes.

Lin Qingruan chuckled and her eyes met his. There was no sadness in her tone, just emotion.

"But you like many people."

Mo Yucheng didn't comment. He hooked the belt around her dance costume and whispered in her ear, "Have you been learning to dance recently?"

Lin Qingruan hummed, raised her hand and lowered it gracefully. She suddenly held his face and said, "How about dancing for you?"

In this wonderful drama of life, she thought, there was at least one dance that she was dancing for this man.