High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 1050 Year (2)

After this meal, Lin Zhaoxia had already started to pack her things.

She hasn't been back to her small apartment for a long time, and needs to go back to get some things before going back to the main house.

After all, it's a year.

It's such an important festival, but she can't just spend it in a daze.

When she was packing up her things, Yang Moyan kept leaning against the door of the closet, and his eyes fell on the young man, looking at him without blinking.

Looking sideways several times, Lin Zhaoxia was able to meet the other party's eyes unexpectedly.

After looking at each other again, she stopped what she was arranging, and shrugged helplessly, "You've been staring at me for a long time, do you want to say something?"

but.

It was as if nothing came to light when I asked this sentence, and I didn't get a reply from Young Master Yang for a long time.

This made Lin Zhaoxia raise her eyebrows slightly.

In the end, she thought that Young Master Yang would not reply again, and she was just about to turn around and continue tidying up, when a deep and indifferent voice sounded beside her ear, "En..."

Lin Zhaoxia paused when she turned around, then raised her eyebrows and looked over, "What do you want to say to me?"

"come back earlier."

"En." Lin Zhaoxia nodded.

There is nothing wrong with this.

"Don't miss me too much."

Tsk, this big guy.

Lin Zhaoxia teased back, "Don't miss me too much."

Yang Moyan ignored her, "Take good care of yourself, don't eat too much greasy food during Chinese New Year, people with bad stomach should pay more attention."

Lin Zhaoxia gestured OK.

Seeing that Yang Moyan fell silent after finishing these two sentences, she raised her eyebrows, "Big brother, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

where to know.

In the next second, Young Master Yang, who has always been moody and indifferent, unexpectedly frowns with irritability between his noble and indifferent brows?
Lin Zhaoxia's brows were so high that she could pick her up.

What's the situation?
Annoyed yourself?

But in fact.

It's just that Yang Moyan felt uncomfortable when he thought that the boy would leave him for a few days when he returned home.

In the end, he could only sigh in his heart, suppressed that feeling, and shook the key in his hand, "I'll see you off."

"sure."

Lin Zhaoxia responded with a smile.

This time Yang Moyan finally had nothing to say.

Lin Zhaoxia could also tell that, she turned around to pack the rest of the things.

Then he buckled the bag containing some clothes and books, handed it to Yang Moyan's outstretched hand, and went downstairs with him.

Those cooks had already been taken away by Yang Moyan on vacation.

Because he sent the boy away, he also planned to go back to the Yang family directly.

After sending the boy to the door of the apartment, the feeling of emptiness in my heart rose again.

Yang Moyan clenched the steering wheel, forcing himself to suppress that feeling.

However, those extremely tight lips revealed the unrest in his heart.

Lin Zhaoxia had long noticed that something was wrong with Yang Moyan's mood.

I endured it without saying a word.

At this moment, seeing Young Master Yang's thin lips that were getting tighter and tighter and his beautifully curved chin, she couldn't help but smile.

Before getting out of the car, he suddenly leaned over.

It was almost the time when the boy's fluffy head came over.

Yang Moyan glanced sideways.

Probably just a coincidence.

The moment when the four eyes meet.

Lips and teeth match.

Lin Zhaoxia raised her eyebrows again.

Then he pressed against the other's lips and smiled wickedly.

Will the little wife who is delivered to your door be let go?
A certain boy who is the main attacker is of course a choice—impossible!
(End of this chapter)