Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 601 Cold ink, the ink of the pen and ink

To be honest, Leng Mo's attention to her is like a dry land, always watching the unpredictable weather, always quiet but always there.

He boldly met Shangan Qiyue's beautiful black eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
He said: "I hate being in debt to anyone the most in my life. Being Wu Ye's bodyguard is my own proposal, not Wu Ye's imposition. How can I feel wronged?"

An Qiyue laughed out loud. She was half leaning against the large transparent glass window, her hair was still dripping with water, and her skin was white and tender.

Her toes curled up one by one, like a hundred-legged poisonous insect thickened on Leng Mo's heart, the numbness made his heart tremble.

She said: "Smok with me for a while, I have something to ask you."

Leng Mo felt that he was a little distracted, even though he couldn't see the slightest wave of discomfort on his surface.

He walked to the tea table with his long legs and picked up An Qiyue's lady's cigarettes, then took out one and handed it over.

An Qiyue's movement of pinching the cigarette with her fingers was very beautiful. She opened her red lips and put the cigarette into her mouth, saying: "There are several wealthy families in the imperial capital. I have never heard of the Leng family. What is your relationship with Leng Mobai?"

Leng Mo lit the lighter, handed the smoky blue flame to An Qiyue's mouth, and said, "My ancestral home is Wancheng, the Leng family in Wancheng."

An Qiyue took a deep puff of cigarette, then sprayed a few beautiful smoke rings at Leng Mo, and said with a smile: "The Leng family in Wancheng, Leng Mo. This name is very familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere. "

An Qiyue squinted her eyes, silently recited Leng Mo's name in her heart, and said it casually several times.

After a moment of silence, she seemed to be at the end of the smoky vision, seeing a moment when she was very young many years ago. At that time, she was still Mo Xiaoqi, and she was still in Wancheng. She was still very small, about eight or nine years old. look.

It should be a late spring when thousands of flowers are in full bloom.

The orchard of a farm in Wancheng was full of cherries. She was greedy and got into the fence. As soon as she climbed a thick cherry tree, she was caught by a handsome young man.

The young man under the shade of the mottled tree had a frank but extravagant expression. He said to her on the tree branch: [Why do you climb so high? 】

At that time, her face should have been hot, dry and flushed. On the one hand, it was because of the heat, and on the other hand, it was because of a guilty conscience.

She smiled sweetly, and replied: [Stand tall and look far away, the scenery in the distance is beautiful! 】

Then the boy believed it, and a minute later, he climbed up the crooked tree trunk and sat beside her.

His dark pupils were full of her reflection, and he said: [What's your name? 】

[Mo Xiaoqi, what about you? 】

The young man raised his hand and fiddled with the branches in front of him, grabbed a bunch of bright red cherries and handed them to the little girl, saying: [Cold ink, the ink of the pen and ink. 】

...

Later, in the whole summer of that year, Mo Xiaoqi and the boy named Leng Mo played for the whole summer vacation.

Since then, they have never met again.

...

But thinking about it now, An Qiyue finds it even more ridiculous. She thinks that fate is really wonderful.

She never thought that after so many years, when she met that boy again, it would be at this moment.

An Qiyue quickly finished smoking a cigarette, at this time Leng Mo thoughtfully took her coat from the hanger, handed it to her, and said, "Miss Qiqi, be careful of catching a cold, Fifth Master will feel distressed. "

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