Deep Honey Love: The Emperor's Private Sweet Wife

Ye Chen was dressed in white casual clothes and stood in the sun, especially refreshing and dazzling.

He took her back to the alley of her house. He waved to her, "go home and don't worry your family."

Mo QingHan nodded and wanted to go, but he was reluctant to go. As if he would disappear from her world as soon as he turned around.

She stared at him for a while before turning around and taking two steps forward.

Just after running for two steps, she turned back and saw that he was still standing there. She walked away safely and ran home quickly.

When she opened the door, she saw that her father was suffering from illness and making an iron carving

She walked over painfully, squeezed the wrinkled money in her hand and stuffed it into her father's hand. "Dad, please have a rest and don't work so hard."

She told her father about today's advertising. Her father nodded silently.

Mo QingHan returns to his cabin and recalls what happened today again and again

Tears finally couldn't help falling down.

She has a strong feeling that he is Ye Chen, but how could he come here... Her mood is so complicated and her mind is in a mess.

My heart is also sour with a trace of sweetness.

The first time she saw him, she felt that he was Ye Chen, but given her a hundred courage, she didn't dare to think so!

Today, when he was facing the camera, he was so calm... She was not so stupid that she couldn't even tell this. And that inexplicably familiar feeling made her want to be close to him.

However, ye Chen is a big star. Why did he come to Liangcheng? It's impossible to study in senior three! But... It happened.

Mo QingHan suddenly sat up straight, her eyes gaped, and suddenly thought of a possibility - he came here because... She went to him? The IOU made him recall his childhood memory. He remembered her, so he suddenly appeared in her life.

Her heart stirred like a lump of hemp. Ye Chen... Ye Chen

Thinking of his name, Mo QingHan suddenly opened a beautiful picture in his mind.

She reasoned her mind and thought of a novel with excellent plot.

She quickly picked up her pen and spread a piece of white paper on the table. She dedicated her pen and wrote a light novel the pain of first love. She used a new pseudonym called - only Xifeng pity me. She wrote late into the night until she finished writing, only to find that she had written for 10 hours.

After writing this story, I lost sleep all night. Suddenly afraid to arrive at school tomorrow morning, he doesn't sit next to her anymore

I can't sleep. Suddenly I remembered that she didn't have any beautiful clothes to wear... She hadn't bought new clothes for nearly two years. Her old clothes were a little old.

The more you think, the more confused your heart is. This kind of self and that kind of him

What shall I do?

The next morning, the whole body seemed to be baked on a fire. I couldn't stay for half a second. I came to school early. When I entered the classroom, there were only three students in the classroom.

These three people are the learning tyrants in their class. Every day is the first to come to the classroom and study very hard.

The examination results also dominate the top three for a long time.

For Mo QingHan, these three people are people who learn from God. She and they are not people in the same world. Although senior one and senior two are in the same class, they have never said a word to each other.

When Mo QingHan walked into the classroom, the three people were obviously stunned.

Since senior two, Mo QingHan hasn't been to school so early since her father fell ill. Moreover, Mo QingHan, who always only wears white T-shirts and jeans, is wearing a tender pink skirt today.

In the past, she wore long hair, but today she combed a horsetail, and the flowing sea is also inclined to one side, which is very beautiful!

The whole person is very energetic.

The three people seemed to see the monster coming in. They kept staring at her until she walked from the aisle to the back of the class and sat down. They didn't turn back and continue to read their books.

Mo QingHan took out the novel he wrote last night and examined it carefully.

She wants to contribute this novel to the rainy season of flowers. The fee for this magazine is very high. The a draft is 300 thousand words. The 8000 words she wrote can get more than 2000 yuan.

After a while, the students came into the classroom one after another.

Every time he walks into a classmate, Mo QingHan has to look up, but it's almost class, and he hasn't come yet

Mo QingHan became more and more nervous, as if he had been abandoned. She bit her lip and thought.

Is he not coming to class? She clutched the pen in her hand as if she were going to break it.

She stared at the door and watched the students come in one by one.

Until the class bell rang, the door and corridor became empty, and her heart suddenly blocked badly... I can't say that kind of pain.

She bent her head, folded the manuscript paper, sucked her nose and prepared to write a novel.

Just then, footsteps suddenly came from the door. She thought it was the teacher who came to see the morning self-study. She had no hope, but she couldn't help looking up at the door.

In front of the light blue narrow door background, a graceful young man came in... He was wearing a set of white casual clothes with black edges. His refreshing dress made his handsome face shine like the sunrise. Tall and thin, he calmly walked through the podium and walked down the aisle towards the end of the classroom.

Mo QingHan stared at him with an inexplicable sigh of relief and a relieved smile.

It seems how happy and sweet it is to see him appear in her life again.

She stared at him and watched him come step by step. How I wish the narrow road could grow longer and longer, so that I could always watch him approach her step by step.

He is like a spotlight and a magnet, attracting the attention of the whole class.

At this time, he was in high spirits and natural and unrestrained. Mo QingHan felt that everyone in the class was breathing shallowly, and so was she.

However, he was unaware. From the moment he entered the door, his eyes fell straight on her face. He walked to her step by step, with a charming smile on his lips.

He went to her desk, put some egg tarts and a cup of milk tea on her desk, and whispered, "I thought this egg tarts tasted good yesterday. Today I want to bring you some. I waited for the pot to come out, so I was half a minute late. "

Mo QingHan couldn't even breathe. She forgot to stand up and give him a place.

Ye Chen stood in the corridor. He saw that she wore a beautiful ponytail and a tender pink skirt today.

He squinted and smiled, admiring her pink face, suddenly nodded her chin and motioned her to sit by the window.

Mo QingHan has completely fainted. He skillfully sits on his seat. Then he sees... He sits down in her chair.

She felt burning all over in an instant - the chair... My God, she was hot in that chair! Doesn't he feel uncomfortable?!