Sky-high engagement: Pick up a cute wife and bring it home

Chapter 279 I Like Holding Your Hand

"You want to send me off, don't go to the study to read the documents!"

Mucheng joked.

"There are no documents to look at today."

Di Yao smiled, put his arm around her shoulders and went out.

He drove the car and took Mucheng out.

Sitting in the car, Mucheng looked at Di Yao with one hand on the side.

Suddenly remembered a picture I saw in Moments before, saying that when driving, fingers clasped together.

She took her hand and carefully crawled towards Di Yao's direction.

Just when his fingers were about to touch Di Yao's hand, Di Yao looked at her strangely.

"What are you doing!?"

"nothing!"

Mucheng shook her head again and again, what is she doing, she obviously has nothing to do.

After a while, her fingers lightly rubbed against Di Yao.

From the corner of his eye, Di Yao had already seen clearly what she was about to do, and the corners of his lips curled into a nice curve.

With a slight movement of his hand, Mucheng immediately stopped moving.

The smile on Di Yao's lips became even deeper.

Just when Mucheng's hand was afraid to move, Di Yao grabbed her hand.

The way of clasping fingers.

Mucheng was slightly taken aback, but a sweet smile appeared on her lips.

The pitch-black pupils also shone exceptionally.

In fact, the beauty was bubbling in my heart, but I still pretended to cough twice.

"Ah, just drive well! Why are you still holding hands!"

"I just love holding your hand!"

Di Yao still didn't let go of her hand, looking at the corner of her mouth slightly turned up, his heart was soft and warm.

In fact, he had read Mucheng's WeChat before, and usually he would look at the things she turned over, and then keep it in his heart.

Because she likes it, he is willing to do it.

Soon they arrived at a teahouse that Zhou Yijun had appointed to go to.

"Aren't you going in with me?"

Mucheng got out of the car and stuck her head in to ask him again.

"No, you're all right, just call me."

Di Yao shook his head, after all, Zhou Yijun had also heard about it.

In fact, he is not very clear about things in the entertainment industry.

But this Zhou Yijun was an entertainer that my grandfather liked more before, so when I was young, I often watched things about her with my grandfather.

At that time, he still told his grandfather very arrogantly that if he liked it, he would bring him home.

Later, I heard from my grandfather that she has a very strange personality, and her family has a lot of status, and most people can't invite her if they want to invite her.

Therefore, it was very rare for her to invite Mucheng to meet her this time.

Mucheng pinched Di Yao's face, then turned around and went into the teahouse.

An antique tea house, although it is dusk at this time, the weather in June is still a bit hot.

But what was strange was that she had just walked into that tea house, and the scent of green bamboos wafted from it, which made people feel refreshed.

In the center of the teahouse, there is a small indoor fountain with jagged rocks inside, and the water flows from the top of the rockery, gushing and meandering down.

As soon as he walked to the fountain, a waiter came over, a handsome woman in a cheongsam.

"Ma'am, do you have an appointment?"

She stood there, tall and straight like a beautiful bamboo, and the smile on her face was as warm as a spring breeze.

Mucheng felt good for a while.

"I have an appointment with Zhou Yijun!"

(End of this chapter)