forbidden zone of love

Chapter 27

"Brother Yuchen!"

Suddenly, there was such a cry from the crowd.

Mo Xiaobei was surprised, followed the voice and saw a tall figure standing in the crowd, with a proud and beautiful dress and a sweet smile.

It was Fang Qiang.

Tianyu Yuchen was slightly surprised, and also looked at Fang Qiang, glanced over, and frowned at Mo Xiaobei.

Fang Qiang was left out in the cold, embarrassment flashed across her beautiful face, and she approached unwillingly, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth: "Brother Yuchen, don't you remember Fang Qiang, we met!"

Tianyu Yuchen glanced at her impatiently and nodded politely: "Miss Fang."

"Brother Yuchen, do you remember, when I went to the dance with my cousin..." Fang Qiang recounted the scene of the two meeting in surprise.

Tianyu Yuchen didn't have much impression. There were too many women who took the initiative to show their favor, not to mention the charming ones, let alone this kind of pretending to be a mature girl. He interrupted her impatiently, and said lightly: "Fang Miss, please call me Mr. Tianyu or Mr. Tian. Also, I don’t remember the dance, Miss Fang may remember it wrong.”

Fang Qiang's face was half red and half blue.

The people around couldn't help laughing. Many people stopped in front of the school to watch the excitement. There were more and more people, like a traffic jam. Tianyu Yuchen frowned and tightened his brows. He sighed slightly and rolled up the window. Let the driver drive away the car.

In the end, Mo Xiaobei was forcibly pulled into the car, the car stopped quickly, and then drove away quickly, like a robbery.

Almost every day.

In the evening, Mo Xiaobei sat in front of the computer and did design homework. Using his laptop, the super fast speed made Mo Xiaobei a little bit reluctant to leave.

There is the sound of crackling keyboards in the room.

Tianyu Yuchen suddenly opened the door and came in, leaning against the door and frowning, making Mo Xiaobei, who was gradually distracted, a little creepy.

Turning back stiffly, he asked, "Are you...what's the matter?"

He raised his eyebrows, folded his arms and asked arrogantly, "Can you dance?"

Mo Xiaobei was taken aback, a little embarrassed: "Well, I only know a few dance steps."

He continued to raise his eyebrows, a little playfully.

Mo Xiaobei didn't feel ashamed that he couldn't dance, but his expression seemed... very serious.

As if he was about to say something, he glanced at the unfinished homework on the screen and nodded: "Come out after finishing the homework."

"Oh."

He glanced at him suspiciously, then turned his head and continued to struggle with his homework.

The door was closed gently, Tianyu Yuchen stood outside the door and watched quietly, raised his lips unconsciously, and smiled.

She is obviously just a little girl, but she always feels warm. Perhaps, my state of mind has changed. Except for necessary entertainment, I always want to run here unconsciously, like a wandering eagle finally has its own nest. Ordinary, But warm.

If so, how good it would be.

Time passed quietly, turned off the computer, it was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Mo Xiaobei only thought that he had already fallen asleep, but when he arrived at the living room, he was sitting on the sofa watching TV, without turning on the light, the lamp on the low cabinet was dim yellow, the red wine in his hand flashed bright red, and fell between the white eyes, the glass Generally eye-catching.

What surprised her was that he was wearing a neat suit, and was sitting elegantly on the sofa. In the halo, he looked at her, his deep eyes were like rough sea water, as if he could suck people in at any time.

Mo Xiaobei stayed at the door.

The music starts.

He stood up and invited her gracefully, his whole body was full of charm: "Miss Mo, can I ask you to dance?"

Mo Xiaobei retreated awkwardly, but the moment he met his eyes, he unconsciously put his hand in his palm.

What kind of eyes are those, deep like the sea, dark like a pool.

Just looking at it, I feel that I will sink deeply, and I can't stop.

His palm was scorching hot and warm, as safe as a harbor, taking her on a voyage, without having to think about what kind of storm there would be.

But Mo Xiaobei became nervous, pulled his hands back a little bit, and whispered: "I only remember a few steps..."

"Follow me."

He lowered his head with a faint smile, and pressed his lips to his ears, which made people tremble.

Mo Xiaobei hesitated and said again: "My clothes..."

Head down, cute lace underwear, rubber slippers.

He bent down, gently took off the slippers on the soles of her feet, and looked at the pajamas on her again, with a deep and sexy smile: "It's okay, it's cute."

I'm usually used to cold eyes, and when he gently praised me, I blushed unconsciously, but I heard him suddenly make fun of me: "It's not easy to be trampled on."

Mo Xiaobei was angry and wanted to kick him, but was afraid of being made fun of by him, so he retracted resentfully and gave him a look.

He held her tightly, and his voice sounded bewitching in his ears: "Put your shoulders flat, and count after me, one, two, three..."

The night is spinning.

She was addicted to his low, mellow voice and couldn't extricate herself.

I just feel that my body is flying with the wind, and the blue night sky is full of stars, spinning, shining brightly, flashing unreachable streamers.

His voice is accompanied by a rhythmic whirlwind: "One, two, three..."

She couldn't help following him, as if they were standing in a huge dance hall, and the lights were coming towards them. In the blur, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and in the blue emptiness, she could only see those eyes, those eyes, which could make people feel happy. Her eyes were intoxicated.

(End of this chapter)