Love is like melting

Chapter 245 He is the Little Uncle (2)
Xu Sizhe came over, looked at her disapprovingly, and said, "Is it fun to tease others like this?"

"Tricking?" Huo Yimo looked innocent, "I didn't tease her, I did yell...here!"

She pointed to her left chest.

Some words are secrets that she will never utter, and those secrets are her love alone, which will wither forever without blossoming, becoming the deepest and deepest secret in her heart.

Xu Sizhe stared at her with a trace of complicated and obscure eyes, and his lips that were tightly pressed into a line slowly relaxed.

The couple who had just asked Xu Sizhe to take a photo came over and enthusiastically asked them if they wanted to take a group photo, which could be uploaded to them online.

Huo Yimo saw that they had misunderstood himself and Xu Sizhe into such a relationship, a cunning flashed in his eyes, he took Xu Sizhe's arm who was just about to refuse, and said with a bright smile: "Then please help me take a photo with my little uncle."

Little... Uncle?
The young couple looked embarrassed.

Xu Sizhe's face turned dark.

When taking photos, Xu Sizhe suddenly reached out to wrap her arms around her slender shoulders, and hugged her in his arms, filling the gap that should have been there before.

Huo Yimo was startled, turned her head to look at him with clear eyes, her black eyebrows were slightly frowned, this posture was... too weird.

Xu Sizhe's face was calm, his eyes were looking at the camera, his thin lips parted slightly, and only Huo Yimo could hear his low voice: "Look at the camera!"

"Let go of me!" What Huo Yimo wanted to say was actually: Do you think it's appropriate for you to hug me like this?

Not only did Xu Sizhe not let go, but he hugged her even tighter, leaning his head towards her, leaning against her, his lips seemed to stick to her ear and said: "How can you be so strange when you take a picture with your little uncle, be good, take it easy!"

The pronunciation of the word "Little Uncle" is extremely heavy.

"Which little uncle is as wretched as you!" This sentence was not uttered, because the person who took the photo asked them to look at the camera and smile.

Huo Yimo couldn't help laughing, looking at the camera with a serious face that was more serious than going to the grave.

Just when someone was about to press the shutter, Xu Sizhe's finger on her shoulder suddenly scratched her armpit.

Huo Yimo was ticklish, so he burst out laughing right away.

The spotlight flashed and instantly captured the picture of that moment.

She smiled heartlessly in front of the camera, while Xu Sizhe looked sideways at her side face, with jet-black pupils and rolling eyes, as if reassuring, loving, and...

There was an hour of free time, Huo Yimo lost his mobile phone, and he stretched out his small hand in front of Xu Sizhe unceremoniously: "Little uncle, lend me your mobile phone."

Xu Sizhe's eyebrows twitched slightly, the little thing is getting more and more presumptuous.

Even though he thought so, he handed the phone to her without hesitation.

Huo Yimo checked that his phone's resolution was not bad, so he borrowed it to take pictures casually, including the snow-capped mountains in the distance, the piled up clouds, and unknown flowers beside him.

The blossoming ones are as big as snowballs, but they are all light pink, and the fragrance of the flowers is very light.

She likes to take pictures of flowers blooming. She can find different angles for a flower to capture different feelings.

Xu Sizhe looked at the surrounding scenery, put his hands in his pockets, and his eyes easily caught her alone, taking pictures of the flowers with her mobile phone, carefully and carefully, like a child, she moved close to the flowers as if she was smelling them. How fragrant are the flowers.

The couple who helped them take pictures just now passed by, and he stopped them, "Please lend me your camera."

The couple lent him the camera without hesitation.

When Huo Yimo was entertaining himself in front of the flowers, he didn't know that some of the pictures had already been captured by his camera and frozen into eternity.

In the end, there was a group photo of a large group. The women were all in front, and the men were all standing behind. Xu Sizhe was standing just behind Huo Yimo, and he put his hand on her head.

Huo Yimo felt that he was petting a puppy, and turned to stare at him.

At the moment of turning back, the picture freezes.

I didn't capture her expression, but I captured Xu Sizhe looking down at her with a faint smile on his lips, which seemed to be nothing but seductive.

On the way back, Huo Yimo didn't speak anymore, and she seemed very quiet. There were several scenic spots that she got out of the car on the way, but she didn't get out of the car.

Because she fell asleep in the car, with her head leaning against the window, her thin eyelashes quietly covering her eyes, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Xu Sizhe didn't get out of the car either. He sat beside her and took out his mobile phone to look through the photos she took. Every one of them was very good, and it could be seen that she took each one with great care.

Looking sideways at her, he vaguely guessed why she came to this place without saying a word, but...

Is it really possible to let go of this?

Xu Sizhe is not sure, time can only heal the wounds on the body, but the wounds in the heart are difficult to heal.

She was drunk that day and asked him if he had forgotten Lian Jing?
How could he easily forget his wife, a woman he loved deeply and wanted to give everything to, but never loved him even a single bit, a wife who would not stay by his side even if she died.

So what if you just can't forget it?
Life is still going on, and we still have to live day by day.

If I can't forget, maybe you can, little one!
Xu's sleeping position was uncomfortable, Huo Yimo frowned very tightly, and rubbed her head against the cold glass window a few times.

He stretched out his hand to gently hold her tender neck, and leaned her little head on his shoulder. Her long hair like a waterfall fell down on his chest, like a thread of countless threads. Threads, densely packed, wrapped around his heart.

When Xu Sizhe was about to put away the phone, his fingers accidentally touched the address book software, and the opened page was a dialog with her.

The personalized signature under her name came into view: the only one who can wait these days is the big aunt.

Xu Sizhe didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, so he looked it up on the Internet, and found another meaning of the auntie. After realizing it, he was speechless for a few seconds, then pursed his thin lips lightly, and fainted into a faint smile.

This child, no matter how sad he was, could reveal a sense of joy.

He reached out and gently smoothed her messy long hair, opened his thin lips slightly, and lowered his voice very low, as if he was saying to himself: "In the future, you will understand that the person who is really worth waiting for, He can't bear to keep you waiting."

It was already dark when we returned to the urban area, so Xu Sizhe took her to dinner, and then he had to leave immediately to go back to Yancheng, because he still had a lot of work to do.

The moment Huo Yimo saw the plane, he didn't know whether to be happy or happy!

Because this is a private helicopter, no certificate is required to board the plane, but it also means that she will be alone in the same cabin with Xu Sizhe for three hours.

She made up her mind not to talk to Xu Sizhe in the next time, lest her IQ be crushed to ashes again.

Fortunately, Xu Sizhe never took the initiative to talk to her, passed the three-hour flight time safely, got off the plane, Xu Sizhe ordered the driver to take her back, and he answered a phone call, as if he had something to deal with.

Huo Yimo dawdled before getting into the car, glanced at him who was talking on the phone, got into the car without saying a word, and left.

When she got home, she first put down her bag, checked Mu Jinhua, confirmed that they were all alive and well, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned on the computer, logged into the account in the address book, clicked on Xu Sizhe's account among a bunch of people, typed a bunch of words in the dialog box, and deleted them all before finishing typing.

"No, does it appear that I have put myself too low..."

I retyped a few lines, and before I was about to send it, I felt it was inappropriate, so I deleted it.

"It seems that I don't know what's good and what's wrong, and I don't have a conscience..."

Huo Yimo tried to write a few more times, but felt unsatisfied, so he typed and deleted, and then wrote again.

(End of this chapter)