Devil Exclusive: Little cute, super fierce

Her eyes swept around the scene, stopped for a second after she spoke to Shangmo, and then moved away.

At last, it falls on Mo's mother and her eyes are concerned.

Father Mo asked, "Qiuhe, why are you here?"

"Uncle, I'm not feeling well these days. Today, the doctor allowed me to leave the hospital." Bo Qiuhe laughed, "then I heard that Aunt Mo was hospitalized, so I wanted to come and have a look before I left."

She put the flowers in her hand on the table, "well, I bought them downstairs temporarily. Lilies can calm my nerves... I hope Auntie doesn't dislike them."

Lily.

Bo Qiuhe's usual perfume is Lily.

She has always been the kind of elegant and quiet image, smelling the fragrance of this bunch of flowers, as if her real person was on the side.

Mo's father nodded his head, friendly, "you can come here, just have a heart."

It was Mo's mother, although she also laughed at Bo Qiuhe, but it was a very polite smile, and she only laughed for a while, then she took back her sight.

Mo's father called Bo Qiuhe, "sit down quickly."

"It doesn't matter. I'll just stand." Bo Qiuhe said, is to two parents polite a few words, and then will look a little bit on the body of Mo insisted.

Looking at the evening star beside him, Bo Qiuhe was a little surprised.

She thought the evening star had gone

And the evening star, is a wooden expression.

Bo Qiuhe's mouth moved and said with a smile, "Miss Ning."

She put her eyes on Mo Zhiyan and was about to say something.

However, the man clutched the arm of the late star and said to mom Mo, "Mom, you can talk. I'll take her to the balcony to blow."

Said, then directly pushed open the balcony door, and evening star walked in together.

Bo Qiuhe's mouth slightly open, just want to say, like instant stem in the throat, a word also can't say.

Walking to the balcony, the late star shakes off Mo Zhiyan's hand and says in a low voice, "Mo Zhiyan, what do you want to do?"

"Blow." Mo insisted on a spin, back against the half wall of the balcony, the evening star is forced into his arms, forehead against the evening star's forehead, "do you want to stay in the house?"

"Go away, don't get so close to me." The evening star pushed him.

But the more she pushed, the more mo insisted on holding her tightly, coaxing her like a child, "well, this is the 13th floor. Of course I want to hold you tightly."

"Psycho." Night Star rolled a white eye, "you don't want to push an inch, I stay with you have nothing to do with, I just think aunt Mo because I was anxious to be hospitalized, I want to accompany her, have nothing to do with you!"

The evening star pushes him, and Mo insists on sticking it up.

Push again, Mo insists on grabbing her hand and biting it lightly.

"You're a dog, aren't you?" Evening star angry looking at him, forced to pull back his hand.

"I... I didn't bite hard! "It hurts?" Mo insisted on saying quickly stand straight body, and grabbed the hand of evening star gently blowing.

These actions, thin autumn lotus across a French window to see clearly.

From her point of view, the evening star is back to this side.

The two men are just flirting with each other

In so many people's eyes, wanton flirting.