Exotic beauty: fake Princess

See business has finished, Shen Qing put away the pile of drawings, stand up, ready to leave.

"Qing, can you leave all these drawings? I want to see them again." Mo Huan said.

Er... It doesn't matter. If he didn't look at it carefully just now, there were still some negligence.

Shen Qing put the drawing back again. Those two pieces that need to be changed have been in my mind for a long time. It doesn't matter if I have the original.

Putting down the drawing, before Shen Qing left, she turned to Mo Huan and said, "after I change the drawing, you can have a look. Rest early today. "

When she just looked at him in a daze, although his eyes were still full of vitality, she still found the fatigue on his face.

Where did he get a day's sleep like he said? Those tired, not like a day or two, it seems that he has never had a good rest.

"Fine, don't stay up late. It's too late to change these until tomorrow." Mo Huan suddenly said seriously.

In the face of such serious concern, Shen Qing found that she didn't adapt. The heart jumped suddenly, but squeezed out a little warmth.

Her face flushed slightly. He spoke so seriously that Shen Qing was embarrassed. Nodded, turned and left.

Seeing that Shen Qing left like this, Mo Heng suddenly felt that the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped a lot, and there was some coldness.

Lonely candlelight, lonely air, but his heart is full of happiness.

Just now, Shen Qing told herself to have a rest early. She also said that she had changed the picture for herself to see. Again, she, unexpectedly appeared small shyness!

She's caring about herself now, and she's trusting herself more and more. This is a good sign! She is not far away from herself!

Shen Qing holding the pile of drawings and green butterfly back to his yard.

Green butterfly after waiting for Shen Qing to wash, she was sent to rest by Shen Qing.

After a day's sleep, it seems that her biological clock is in a mess. Like jet lag, the darker the night is, the more energetic she is.

Sitting at the desk, staring at a pile of new white paper, her obsessive-compulsive disorder really wants her to start drawing new pictures immediately.

However, Mo Huan's serious and warm words flashed into his mind: "fine, don't stay up late. It's too late to change these until tomorrow."

Well, as the saying goes: women get old quickly by staying up late, men die quickly by staying up late. In order to keep yourself beautiful and young, don't stay up late.

Put down the things in hand, Shen Qing changed the coat and got into the quilt.

The figure of Leng Jun flashed in my mind again. Thinking about him before going to bed every night has become her compulsory course and habit.

That figure, that face, more and more clear in front of Shen Qing's eyes.

I know it's impossible, I want to forget it, but the more I want to forget it, the more I can't forget it.

Well, we should think about Yunfeng at this time. He should still be on the road now. If things go well, he will be in the capital tomorrow.

Shen Qing tries to think about Yun Feng, but she can't think of anything more about him. Without paying attention, she returns to Zhao xuanzhi.

It's just that, only at this time, is the world completely belongs to oneself, no one disturb, no one influence. And their own heart, also only at this time the most free, you can fly where you want to fly, want to fall on who, you can fall on who.

I don't know whether Shen Zhi flew to the northern frontier fortress or back to her mother's home a thousand years later. Shen Qing finally fell asleep in a daze.

At dawn the next day, Shen Qing woke up, feeling refreshed and energetic. Boil a night, but sleep almost a day and a night, the spirit is not good.

Green butterfly heard the movement, carrying the wash water into the room.

"Girl, you look good today." Green butterfly saw that Shen Qing's face was white and red again, and Youzhong expressed his happiness.

"I've been sleeping so long. Can I look worse?" Shen Qing moved to sleep on her sore shoulder. Suddenly she thought of something. She raised her head and continued to say to qingdie: "by the way, qingdie, I won't go out this morning. I'll go to find Mo Huan to change two pictures later. If you have anything to do, take care of it."

When she is away, qingdie is basically helping her take care of her, so Shen Qing speaks naturally, and qingdie doesn't think it matters.

But... What did the girl say just now? Find Mo Shizi... Change the picture?

Qingdie suddenly remembered something. She quickly put down her things, carefully took out a small cloth bag from her arms, handed it to Shen Qing, and said: "girl, at dawn, Bai Jin came over and gave me this thing, let me give it to you. She also passed on Mo xiaoshizi's words, saying that the project of the park let you not worry, he will arrange people to come and build it."

With that, he picked up the basin and said, "I'm going to prepare breakfast for the girl." so he stepped down.

Shen Qing is baffled! Which side of the wind is blowing? Which deck of cards to play? I'll see him in a moment. Do you need to ask the boy Bai Jin to deliver things in the early morning? And a message!Shen Qing cleans her face calmly and puts on her clothes neatly. Then she picks up the small cloth bag that green butterfly put on the table.

Yo! It's light! It's like... Paper inside! And there was the sound of the paper.

What would it be? Mo Huan has such a funny time!

Driven by curiosity, Shen Qing has no time to think about it. She just wants to open the bag quickly to see what it is.

Quickly untie the small bag, a pile of drawings full of pictures jump in front of you.

Why are these pictures so familiar?

Isn't this the architectural drawing of the skateboard park I drew all night yesterday? It's just...

it's not my own handwriting. The handwriting of this picture, including the words on it, is sometimes powerful and elegant, but it can be seen that it was all written by one person.

This handwriting has been seen by Shen Qing. It was as like as two peas in the morning. Shen Qing went to the world to cook for the first time. Then chef Uncle Zhang gave her a menu, and the words on the menu were exactly the same.

It was written by Mo Huan! He copied his pictures and characters all over again!

What is he trying to do? Do you have anything to do? If you don't copy all of these, it's not enough.

Shen Qing flipped through the pictures, and suddenly found that at the bottom of the pile of drawings, there was an envelope, which said: Qing, Qinqi.

It's a letter from Mo Huan!

All of a sudden, a bad feeling haunted me. Shen Qing shakes her hands and wants to open the envelope, but she doesn't dare. She is afraid that she will see what she doesn't want to see.

The more sour and astringent the heart is, the more it comes out of the eyes.

Shen Qing heavily inhaled, and tried to press the sour down. Calm down, keep telling yourself: nothing's wrong, it's just another little game of the guy who likes to play.