Fall in love with kissing you

He put his slender jade like hands into his pockets and leaned his back against the white wall.

"Mind your own business -" Mo Qing raised his chin to Yan Si, and his eyes as warm as jade were filled with light irony, "what do you think?"

"Oh, I'm talking about Si Yuan. When will you mo Qing intervene in my affairs!" Yan Si Yuan read the light irony in the eyes of the gentle man in front of him. He narrowed his narrow eyes, which was a message that he was angry.

Yan Si walked slowly towards Mo Qing step by step. His black leather shoes stepped on the clean floor and made a rhythmic sound again and again. It was particularly abrupt in the quietest corner of the hospital corridor.

"Just like the sentence I just said, you, Mo Qing -" Yan Siyuan suddenly approached the gentle man like jade and stepped back. Facing the fine sunshine outside the window, he raised a trace of anger in the corners of his mouth, "what a nosy dog catching mice!"

The light golden sunshine outside the window, through the layers of green and dense Parthenocissus, sprinkled on Yan Si, which was like the carefully carved facial features favored by God, threw a good-looking shadow, making the anger at the corner of his mouth even more frightening.

"Really?" Mo Qing smiled, like a warm spring breeze blowing over his handsome face, but the next moment, the warm smile was completely replaced by full anger, "so you said Siyuan, is that a cat that can't catch mice?"

Mo Qing walked forward slightly and stretched out his slender hand to the wanton sunshine outside the window. The golden brilliant light jumped on his slender fingers and left a faint afterglow on Mo Qing's fingers.

The afternoon sun was still shining on the gentle and jade man, illuminating his equally indignant handsome face. Before Yan Siyuan spoke again, Mo Qing turned his head slightly. The sun was slightly skewed on his face and jumped from one side of his face to the other. Mo Qing said sarcastically:

"Yan Siyuan, you always have to make a choice."

"Hiss! Do I need to make any choice!"

Yan Siyuan snorted and turned his head slightly. There was an undisguised satire of Mo Qing in his black eyes.

The lively and warm sunshine also fell on Yan Siyuan and Mo Qing, two equally excellent and handsome men. There was a strong mockery in both eyes.

"You want to choose the woman you just talked to on the phone." Mo Qing's gentle eyes were real sarcasm. He raised his chin, motioned Yan Siyuan to the mobile phone in his suit pants pocket, took back his disgusting eyes, and then said to Yan Siyuan, "or... Chu Qing?"

When it comes to the girl who hides in the softest depths of his heart, Mo Qing's black eyes, which originally had disgust, softened in an instant, and the sunshine outside the window softened his gentle and harmless handsome facial features in an instant.

"Why do you interfere in my affairs and why do you want me to make a choice?" Yan Siyuan's voice sounded with contempt.

Seeing Mo Qing speaking of Chu Qing, the air field softened at that moment scattered faintly, which made people feel like a spring breeze. Yan Siyuan felt very unhappy. He subconsciously clenched his fist, and a trace of unknown emotion flashed in his black eyes.

"Oh, in fact, your choice is already clear, Yan Siyuan!" hearing Yan Siyuan's contemptuous words, Mo Qing's gentle eyes were mixed with obvious anger. The corner of his mouth was stained with a trace of satire towards Yan Siyuan, and opened his mouth angrily to him, "Since you have chosen the woman on the other end of the phone, Chu Qing can be taken care of by me Mo Qing!"

"It's entirely up to you - Mo Qing to take care of? Oh!" Yan Siyuan seemed to hear a big joke. A mockery flashed in his black eyes like stars. He put his powerful hands on the bright window and completely faced Mo Qing.

"Don't forget, Mo Qing. I kindly remind you, Chu Qing, but I am the wife of Yan Siyuan!"

"So what, Yan Siyuan! At least what Mo Qing likes from beginning to end and puts in my heart is always Chu Qing alone!"

Speaking of that gentle girl, Mo Qing was like gunpowder ignited the fuse, and his warm black eyes were full of anger.

Damn it! Yan Siyuan's icy vision swept straight to Mo Qing. The clenched fists hanging on both sides of his body clenched harder, but he was slowly released by himself.

"So what, Chu Qing, she's not your wife!" Yan Si's black eyes, which were as far as ink, closed slightly, opened again, and opened a fierce and frightening sight.

"Really?" Mo Qing gently straddled his slender legs, slowly stepped back, left the bright window with the burning sun, and the ironic smile reappeared on his handsome face.

"But you are far away, but you have two choices."

Mo Qing turned around. He turned his back to Yan Siyuan and strode towards the direction of the corridor. The sarcastic and harsh words came from Mo Qing's direction to Yan Siyuan's ears standing behind him.

"Ah..." Yan Si was as bright as the stars at night. In his black eyes, there was no emotion that people could understand. He straightened up his body and inserted his slender jade like hands into his pocket from the window. Yan Si was standing in front of the window, waiting for Mo Qing's following.

"You can't have both fish and bear's paws."

"If your choice is not Chu Qing, then she can be taken care of by Mo Qing."

"That's all I have to say. It's far away. I don't want to take the first step."

Mo Qing stopped his pace, raised a mocking smile, and continued to walk in the direction of Chuqing's ward.

Chu Qing is the one in Mo Qing's heart who wants to cherish. He will take this rare opportunity well!

Hearing Mo Qing's undisguised ridicule and his dazzling smile before he left, Yan Siyuan looked at Mo Qing's back gradually disappearing in the corridor, and a trace of anger that made him unhappy flashed in his dark eyes.

"Damn it!"

Yan Siyuan's clenched fist finally stretched out of his pocket and hit the flawless white wall.

Yan Siyuan's dark eyes closed tightly, and his long eyelashes trembled imperceptibly. He leaned back against the back wall and remained at the corner of the hospital corridor, like a petrified sculpture.