Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The sea city is still cold in February.

The Ling Xuan said she had her birthday.

It's almost my birthday.

These years, as if every Spring Festival and Birthday, even every moment of every day, she has had Qin Shiting in her life, a name that has haunted her in her world for many years.

Standing outside the security room of the entire Villa Shimizu area, Shimizu walked in step by step, just charged a few percent of the hotel's electric phones, and when the cab was taxi, the electricity was dead again.

But good thing she got a good cab back.

Winter was cold, but she didn't seem to feel how cold it was. She just walked inside and walked between her and Qin Shiting's two villas.

Her building, it hasn't been lit in a week. Aunt Tai and their old people went to the United States the other day, and the rest of the temporary servants still don't know what happened, and of course nobody remembers coming here to clean up.

The snow in the villa's yard is already very high and flat with no footprints and no sign of anyone entering.

When I came here to sing, I didn't plan on going back to the villa, just looking across the street.

It's so late, Qin still hasn't come back.

Where is he now? Are you with Ling Xuan? Preparing for Ling Xuan's birthday present?

He texted her in the afternoon, knowing she was back in Haicheng, and he was waiting for her.

The Qin family and the Ling family were so door-to-door. That was the time when Jinyu had lost everything...

Shisang stood outside the courtyard door of Villa Qin Shiting, raised his hand to click the password of his door, but his hand stayed locked for a long time, still put it down, just stood outside, watched the snow fall in the sky, then turned around and leaned against the high wall by the gate, looked up at the sky, the harsh breath in his mouth gushed out as he breathed, blurred his gaze.

How long, an hour, an hour and a half? Or longer?

When she came back from the United States, she didn't wear much. After all, it wasn't that cold in Los Angeles. When she first left the house, she was wearing too little clothes. When she was sent back to her room, she was given a black trenchcoat.

Thicker jackets can't resist the cold for almost two hours, and reading songs feels a little numb when your mind is frozen.

It was not until she heard the sound of the car that she moved her stiff neck and turned her head beyond the direction of the car sound.

It was a taxi that drove in and stopped at the front. The eyes of the singer first landed on the taxi and then some disappointment continued to retract.

The next moment, the door in the back of the taxi opened, and suddenly there was a familiar crisp, even with a voice she'd never heard coming through a little bit of a panic: "Read? ”

She raised her head again and saw that it was Qin Shiting who got off the car.

When I read the song and looked in his direction, my head was frozen, but my consciousness came back, and my eyes just looked at him like this.

Qin Shiting saw her standing there like an unconscious statue. She was about to walk over. The driver hurried to call him. Qin Shiting pulled out his wallet in a cold colour. He took out two pink bills and handed them in through the car window, and then went straight to the time to read the song.

“Hey, young man, I've given you more than 40 yuan on the meter, you...”

The driver's words were thrown behind him. Qin Shiting had walked past with three steps and two steps. After walking to her, he looked at her with such low eyes. His eyes were not good, even a little cold, but he obviously knew what was going on with her, and he did not directly slap her in the face and scold her. He looked at her with such low eyes.

From his return to Japan to her disappearance, the two men could say they had not met for half a month.

She disappeared for a few days and suddenly appeared. That's how the frozen tip of her nose turned red and blushed. Her eyes were even more stubborn, empty, and she looked like a blind child.

Faced with Qin Shiting suddenly walking in front of her again, her consciousness that the song was frozen seemed a little soothing, but it was just a little soothing. Her eyes moved and she looked at him.

“Go back to America and don't tell me?” Qin Shiting looked into her eyes and did not let go of any emotions in her eyes.

But there was no emotion in her eyes. It was empty.

“When the phone didn't work, when all the people I could reach at home almost disappeared collectively, I almost went to the police, and now that you're back all of a sudden, is the phone still off? Reading songs, I think you should give me a good reason. ”

I can tell he's already suppressing his fire.

Don't talk when you sing, just look at him.

Seeing her freeze like this, Qin Shiting couldn't help but really let her freeze out all the time. I wanted to ask her why she didn't go into the house to warm up first, but seeing her like what a huge blow it was, she didn't ask, and went straight to open the door, and then reached out and pulled her over, and brought her directly in.

The door, the lights, the shoes, everything was the same as every time she came to his house.

In the past, I always thought Qin Shi's house was warmer than hers. Even the heating companies lived so close together, the heat was the same, but she just thought he was good here.

Qin Shiting looked at her and reminded her: “Change your shoes. ”

“The coat, put it there. ”

“Don't be silly, come in. ”

“What are you standing there for? Come here."

One sentence after the other, she did what he said, obviously rebellious bias had to stand in the cold for so long, but now she's behaving like a pulley puppet, not a little angry.

Qin Shiting's eyes always fell on her. When she walked to the side of the couch, she also stood still. She reached out and pulled her down. Let her sit down.

And he looked at her seriously: "What happened at home? ”

The look of the song moved again, against his eyes.

Qin Shiting saw her look, frowned, but still had patience, softened her voice, tried to keep her temper in check, and didn't scare her: “What happened, tell me? Hmm?”

The lips of the song moved. When she flew back from the United States, she woke up on the plane thinking, if she saw Qin Shiting when she came back, she must burst into his arms to cry. All the grievances and sorrows suffered in the United States these days, she cried in front of him, without having to cross the phone, she cried directly in his arms.

But when I got to my mouth, it almost became: When did you and Ling Xuan get engaged?

She forcibly took it back to her mouth, just looking at him, and some numbness said: "Qin Shiting, can you hold me? ”