Madam is right

Chapter 567 147. Happy New Year
He wanted to say something for a long time, but he didn't know how to say it. In the current situation, he felt that he could say it.

Zhao Mo stood at the door of Mo Zhichu's room and said softly: "Chu'er, last time... I'm sorry, I was too selfish. Just because I wanted to know, I did something that reminded you of bad memories. No matter what Do you blame me, but sometimes when I think about it, I will blame myself. I have been wanting to tell you all this time, but I don’t know how to say it. Maybe it’s because the New Year is here. I still want to tell you these things. "

After finishing speaking, he suddenly fell silent, and turned to laugh at himself, what was he talking about?Even he couldn't understand it himself.

Thinking about it again, it seemed that these were not all he wanted to say.

He smiled, and then said: "In the new year, I will also be by your side, I don't know if you will find me annoying, but for me, I feel that every day with you is so beautiful I'm stuck in it."

After a while, he felt a little more relaxed: "You can't hear me anyway, so what do I say?"

"Sleep well, wake up to a new year."

Just when Zhao Mo was about to turn around and leave, the door in front of him was suddenly pulled open.

Zhao Mo was a little surprised. He raised his eyes and saw Mo Zhichu standing at the door in his middle coat.

It was cold at night, and as soon as the door was opened, the cold air outside mixed with the warm current inside the house and turned into a wind blowing past her.

Mo Zhichu subconsciously trembled.

The moonlight was hazy, but Mo Zhichu's eyes were shining moistly.

Seeing a smile on the corner of her mouth, Zhao Mo curled up and slipped into his arms.

Mo Zhichu threw himself into Zhao Mo's arms shaking his body, raised his head with a smile and said, "I heard it. Happy New Year!"

Zhao Mo couldn't come back to his senses for a while, he never thought that those words just now were actually heard by Mo Zhichu.

Mo Zhichu was so cold that he shrank into his arms, Zhao Mo came back to his senses, remembering that Mo Zhichu actually ran to the door in his middle coat like this.

Zhao Mo frowned, picked up Mo Zhichu and walked into the house.

After closing the door, Zhao Mo stuffed Mo Zhichu into the bed.

Just after the wind blows for a while, Mo Zhichu's hands are also icy cold, Zhao Mo wraps her hands in his palms to warm them distressedly.

He frowned: "Why don't you go to bed so late?"

Mo Zhichu shivered, and said with a smile: "I was thirsty after sleeping, and when I got up to drink water, I heard someone expressing their heart at night at my door."

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Ah."

Zhao Mo rubbed her hands, and asked with some unease: "Then you... are you blaming me?"

Mo Zhichu thought about it seriously, and then said: "It was weird at the time, but it didn't happen later."

"Why not later?"

"Because you are Yan Qing."

Because it is you, so I am willing to believe in you.Because it is you, I am not afraid.

What Mo Zhichu said was a matter of course, but it touched Zhao Mo's heartstrings without any surprise.

Zhao Moyang smiled, as if the burden in his heart had disappeared in an instant.

He reached out and pinched Mo Zhichu's face, and said with a smile: "It's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

Mo Zhichu nodded obediently, retracted half of his head into the warm blanket, and stared at him with big eyes.

The winter nights are cold, but very warm.

Zhao Mo leaned over and pecked her on the forehead: "Happy New Year."

(End of this chapter)