Chapter 475 As long as it is him
Murong Qiao was actually a little tired from standing, so he wanted to come to Huo Yichen, and find a place to sit and rest to recover his strength.
But I never expected to see the scene where Huo Yichen was accosted by a girl, and what happened afterwards.
At this time, the two of them were sitting in the corner of the shop by the window, and Murong Qiao was still wearing Huo Yichen's coat.
"The reason why you rejected him just now is so insincere." Murong Qiao complained.
She looked at Huo Yichen with her face propped up, but she couldn't deny that she was in a happy mood at the moment.
Huo Yichen showed no expression, "There is no need to be sincere."
It's not an important person anyway.
Murong Qiao read such "words" on his face, and then unconsciously laughed because of Huo Yichen who had such thoughts.
With this smile, Murong Qiao ran over and his loose hair became loose on his shoulders. Huo Yichen subconsciously reached out to catch the hair rope that was about to fall to the ground.
"It's a bit troublesome to wear it, so let's tie it up." Murong Qiao fiddled with his hair twice.
She has always had her hair without much trimming, and now it has reached the waist and hips when it falls down, and it looks very good when it is long and smooth.
Huo Yichen looked at the hair rope in his hand, and instead of passing it over, he chose to stretch out his hand to gather the long black hair, and then gathered it into a bundle with a gentle force that couldn't be more gentle.
He doesn't know much about hairstyles, but he put a high ponytail in a strange way, and put the hair rope back on Murong Qiao's head.
"Look at his boyfriend!" The girl at the next table said angrily.
As if hating iron but not steel, the girl patted her boyfriend's head, and then cast envious eyes on Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen.
Such a gentle boyfriend, she seems to want a...
Feeling the hot gaze from the side, Murong Qiao lowered his head unconsciously, touched the ponytail on the back of his head with his hands, and blocked the rising heat of his face with the hair sticking to his cheeks.
The time gradually shifted to eleven o'clock in the evening, but the bustling evening street has just reached its climax. The crowded scene filled the street, forming a strong contrast with the soft music in the clothing store.
"..." Jiang Weiyang silently looked at the clothes in front of her, but she didn't have any thought of choosing.
She is almost out of her mind, standing in front of the colorful clothes, her eyes will look outside from time to time.
It's just that after that glance just now, she never saw Huo Yichen's figure again.
Yu Baihui didn't know when she came over again, "You were unhappy from the beginning."
"Obviously this store is your favorite store, but you didn't buy a single piece of clothing when you came here today."
"What's the matter with you." Yu Baihui sighed depressingly.
Jiang Weiyang couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, and his voice was muffled. "I don't want to go shopping."
Obviously he came here to relax, but in the end he met someone he wanted to see but couldn't. Jiang Weiyang only felt that his mood now was worse than before he came here.
She wished she could go there immediately, but thinking of her elder brother Jiang Wenxu's earnest warning to her, Jiang Weiyang still wanted to be more obedient.
"Then—" Yu Baihui was about to say something.
As a result, when she turned around, Jiang Weiyang had disappeared.
What are you doing!
Yu Baihui stomped her feet angrily, immediately put down her clothes, and went out to find someone.
It was almost twelve o'clock, Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen left the store and returned to the street.
After having fun all night, Murong Qiao's gloomy mood because of the thesis has long since dissipated, replaced by relaxation and joy.
The temperature inevitably dropped at night, and even the exhaled breath was white misty. Murong Qiao glanced worriedly at Huo Yichen who was walking beside her.
Although I feel less likely to get sick, I feel very cold without a coat.
"Why don't we go back to the car." Murong Qiao suggested.
Huo Yichen stopped, "Are you shy?"
This irrelevant sentence made Murong Qiao's mind go blank for a moment.
She didn't understand why Huo Yichen said such a sentence suddenly, and when she turned her head to look forward, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.
Several couples of men and women hugged together, and in the specially vacated space on the side of the street, it seemed that a competition similar to a kissing contest was being held.
Murong Qiao almost only saw it once, then turned his head and pulled Huo Yichen towards the direction they came, with hurried footsteps as if something was chasing after him.
She admits that she is still an introvert, and she really can't accept such a passionate scene.
It wasn't until he got back to the side of the car that Murong Qiao had time to calm down his breathing.
"...Sure enough, it's more suitable for me to stay at home." Murong Qiao took a breath.
She was trying to erase the picture she just saw from her mind, so that she didn't notice that she walked too hastily just now, and this time she turned her head and bumped directly into Huo Yichen's arms.
It was a real bump, the kind of pain that made my forehead turn red.
Murong Qiao covered his forehead, and took a deep breath in pain.
Huo Yichen had no choice but to lean over and kiss Murong Qiao lightly on the forehead.
Murong Qiao originally wanted to stop it. After all, there are many people around here, and she really can't handle the sight of everyone.
The hand that could be pushed out stopped in mid-air, because Murong Qiao saw a familiar and annoying person in the crowd behind Huo Yichen——
Jiang Weiyang.
The other party was standing in the crowd in a daze, looking at Huo Yichen without hesitation.
Murong Qiao received such information almost instantly in his mind, and then his body acted faster than his mind.
She grabbed Huo Yichen's collar, leaned half in the other's arms, and looked up at Huo Yichen.
"Dear so restrained?" Murong Qiao smiled sweetly.
The scene I saw in the president's office when I went to Huo's that day suddenly appeared in front of Murong Qiao again.
Ambiguous...
Murong Qiao narrowed his eyes, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hook Huo Yichen's neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.
"Hmm!" Huo Yichen probably never thought that Murong Qiao would suddenly take the initiative.
But with a very quick reaction, he immediately turned back to the client and successfully regained the initiative. He grabbed Murong Qiao's waist and pressed him into his arms, hugging her tightly to respond.
Jiang Weiyang's footsteps in the past abruptly stopped, and stopped in place.
She just watched Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen kissing and embracing unscrupulously in the crowd.
This fiery gaze became one of the insignificant gazes among many, without any sense of existence at all.
At this time, both Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen were only focused on each other.
The courage that Murong Qiao mustered at the beginning disappeared quickly when facing Huo Yichen's strength, and the blush that appeared on his face was as touching as if he was drunk.
Closing your eyes can't block your senses, and even when you realize that you are being watched by many eyes, you can't help but flinch.
It was Huo Yichen who lifted the coat covering her body to cover those eyes, and then unscrupulously indulged his desires in a small, dark, ambiguous space.
"Jojo..."
Huo Yichen called her in a low hoarse voice.
Obviously she didn't get blown to her ears, but Murong Qiao felt itchy as if spreading from all over her body, making her unable to pull up any strength.
It seems that as long as it is sound, or movement, or...as long as it is Huo Yichen.
She fell into a mess.
(end of this chapter)