Floating Color

He came to the co-pilot's seat, untied his seat belt, and carried Mi Chen out of the car.

Only hearing "Hula", Mi Chen finally vomited, and when Aunt Zhang opened the door, she saw this scene.

"Oh-my mother!"

Aunt Zhang is stupid, but Mr. Li is a very clean person, but Mi Chen just spit him full.

She knew that gray sweater, although only a thin layer, looks simple, but the price is enough for ordinary people to eat for several months.

How can this be washed!

Li Mojun hugged Mi Chen, slowly lowering his head, feeling the sound of ticking down on his body, and the unknown maddening smell.

"Li ... Sir ..." Aunt Zhang stepped forward, and she didn't expect that it would be the case when Li Mojun was called in the middle of the night. She stretched out her hand, wondering if she should help Mi Chen, who knew Li Mojun threw Mi Chen directly on the ground, and then quickly took off the gray sweater and fell into the trash bin before the entrance.

What a pity ... what a pity! Aunt Zhang's flesh hurts.

Because of vomiting, Mi Chen lying on the ground also woke up slightly.

She narrowed her eyes, shook her upper body, and Li Mojun standing under the street lamp seemed to hit the cold moonlight.

"Li ... Mo Jun ..." Mi Chen shook his head. "Why am I here ... meow ... Ansel ..."

Then came the bird language that Aunt Zhang could not understand.

Li Mojun squatted in front of Mi Chen, and asked her a word in a similar tone.

Mi Chen sat on the ground and laughed, not knowing what she answered. Li Mojun took off her denim jacket and handed it to Aunt Zhang.

"Aunt Zhang, please help her clean up."

"Oh, good." Aunt Zhang fainted. What did they say just now? It is clearly a foreign language, but it doesn't seem to be English ...

Why was Mr. Li's so expensive sweater thrown into the trash can, but the dusty denim jacket was still there?

Li Mojun slightly bent down and picked up Mi Chen, and Aunt Zhang hurried in.

Li Mojun took her to the guest room on the second floor and put it in the bath.

Mi Chen looked at Li Mojun in a silly way, holding his own strength is very real, the other person's body temperature is very real, but Li Mojun will appear, this is the most unreal!

Mi Chen raised his hand and pressed Li Mojun's face, the other side turned slightly, but he still didn't hide.

"Aunt Zhang, wash her."

"Okay, Mr. Li, don't worry. It's just ... there's no changing clothes for girls here!"

"Wait a minute." Li Mojun left the bathroom, and not long after, he hung in a male bathrobe. "Wear this for her first. Her clothes will be dry tomorrow."

Aunt Zhang said "OK" and helped Mi Chen take off her clothes. Maybe Mi Chen knew that someone was taking a bath for her, and she took off her clothes and threw them out in a cooperative manner.

"Alas, girls shouldn't drink so much wine! Look at what you are all doing!"

It was so comfortable to be soaked in hot water. Within a few minutes, Mi Chen fell asleep next to the bathtub.

Fortunately, Aunt Zhang was watching, otherwise she was really worried that she would drown herself.

After the shower, Aunt Zhang put on the bathrobe for her. Li Mojun is nearly one meter nine in height, and the bathrobe can cover Mi Chen as a quilt. Aunt Zhang supported Mi Chen and couldn't get out of the bath. Until there was a knock outside the bathroom door.

"Ok"

"Okay, it's okay ... even I can't help her, the bath is too slippery."

"Don't you wear your bathrobe?"

"Wear it." Aunt Zhang looked down, and it was considered well.

"Then I came in."

Li Mojun pushed the door open and saw Mi Chen sitting in the bath in a misty manner. The bathrobe was too big, and the neckline almost hung on her shoulders, and when it was lowered, everything was seen.

Li Mojun came down, with one hand around her back, the other hand came under her knees, picked her up easily through a bathrobe, walked directly to the guest room, placed her on the bed in the guest room, and turned to Aunt Zhang : "You worked hard for Aunt Zhang so late. I will call a car to take you back. Lian Xiao will settle the overtime pay to you tomorrow."

The voice is smooth and steady, cold and indifferent.

"Thank you Mr. Li, then I will go first."

When Aunt Zhang left, Li Mojun took the hair dryer and dragged Mi Chen from the bed.

"Sit well, blow dry your hair and sleep again."

The sound of the hair dryer sounded, Mi Chen felt a hand gently flicking her hair, stroking it strand by strand, her eyes narrowed like a lazy kitten.

When she was a child, she came home after swimming, and Lin Runan would also blow dry her hair.

Only Mi Chen knew that the person behind was not Lin Runan. Lin Runan would say a lot of things to her while blowing his head, but the people behind were silent, as if there was a proper existence.

Until the whole body was warm up and down, Mi Chen was lying on the pillow, and when the other party was about to turn off the light, Mi Chen suddenly stared at the other person's side face opening: "You really are not Lin Runan ..."

The other party paused and sat down next to her. The light was still turned off, but when the other party's cool voice sounded, Mi Chen suddenly felt very comfortable. Just like in the hot summer, under the sunlight, she sat on the side of the road and ate a delicious mango smoothie.

"Who do you think I am?"

"Li Mojun."

"Do you think a girl should drink so much wine, should it?"

"I'm celebrating."

"Celebrate?"

I don't know if it's because I can't see it, Li Mojun's voice is softer than usual.

"Celebrate ... Lin Runan divorced!" Mi Chen remembered this very clearly.

"So you can go find him?"

"No! Ghosts are going to find him! Am I such a boneless person? Most of everyone's first love is like a dream ... My ten-year crush has long ended, but when I saw that person's scenery is infinite ... … I ca n’t help but always want to prove my excellence in front of him. But now I do n’t have that kind of capital ... ”Mi Chen ’s voice became smaller and smaller, and her head was a little deep. She wouldn't have said it originally.

"You are already excellent now. You will get better and better in the future. Just look at the sky, don't forget that the land under your feet is the most stable."

Li Mojun's voice was very weak, as if it were gentle flowing water, not moving, not caring about changes in the world, filling all the gaps and depressions.

Mi Chen's lips curled up, but tears shed inexplicably.

The other person's fingers did not know when they touched her cheek and wiped her tears away.

"How do you know I'm crying?"

Li Mojun didn't answer her, but just spoke steadily: "Mi Chen, if you look at the right person, you won't cry."

Mi Chen turned sideways and rolled the quilt, "You are not Li Mojun."

"why?"

"Because Li Mojun won't tell me this."

Mi Chen's steady breathing came, and she fell asleep again.

For a long time, Li Mojun got up and left the room.

Mi Chen felt that she had a dream. I dreamed that I was lying lazily on the sofa with a book in my hand. Her head was resting on someone's lap, and the other person's hand gently covered the top of her head. She enjoys the feeling of being quietly spoiled.

Calmly calm, good years and quiet.

It was just that when she raised her eyes and wanted to see the other person's face, everything was blurred.

The next day, Mi Chen struggled to open her eyes in the alarm of her mobile phone.

She froze when she looked at the ceiling above her head that was so white that she couldn't even find the seam. The ear is still the alarm sound of "starting to get up, the first step, the back is separated from the bed ..."

This is where?

Mi Chen's brain hurts, and she remembers that she seems to be eating barbecue and beer with Ansel!

But here ... how does it seem to be the guest room of Villa Li Mojun?

Mi Chen slowly looked down, almost screaming in surprise. The generous bathrobe had long fallen under her arm, her upper body was empty ... she swallowed her saliva, and touched it below ... It is also empty!

calm! calm! Think about what is going on!

Mi Chen remembers making a phone call to Meow! Meow should come to pick her up ... Ansel! That bastard!

At this time, Li Mojun's voice sounded outside the door.

"You wake up."

Mi Chen wanted to yell "No", but she could only fall into the bed and quickly covered herself with a quilt to pretend to sleep.

The door was pushed open, and Mi Chen was familiar with Li Mojun's footsteps. He came to his bed and put down his clothes.

"Don't pretend to sleep, you don't want to start work today?"

Mi Chen was so embarrassed that he wanted to knock his head away and see what was inside.

When Li Mojun went out, Mi Chen opened her eyes. In addition to the neatly folded jacket and slacks, her small inner inner was also placed on top. Mi Chen was going crazy. Just now these were taken by Li Mojun, she really didn't need to continue to live!

Dressed, Mi Chen quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face. Fortunately, there is nothing missing in the rooms, just like a five-star hotel.

Going downstairs, Mi Chen saw Li Mojun sitting at the dining table, with toast bacon and quiche just baked. He seemed to be holding the script in his hand, and with the other hand holding the teacup, he touched his mouth lightly, but in the end he only wet his lips and put it down.

Mi Chen walked past the kitchen and saw Aunt Zhang who was packing up, smiling with a grin.

Aunt Zhang waved at her, and Mi Chen walked over, "Aunt Zhang."

"You are still laughing! When Mr. Li brought you back yesterday, I was shocked. What did you drink like? You spit on Mr. Li!"

"What? I spit on Li Mojun?" Mi Chen felt that a cool blade was already resting on his neck.

Li Mojun has a clean taste! He usually touches no one! He vomited himself!

"Mr. Li threw away the sweater that I bought from London! Thousands of thousands! I was so painful to see, so I secretly picked it up, washed it and put it on my son!"

Mi Chen is embarrassed. Li Mojun can wear fashionable clothes of European and American styles, but Aunt Zhang's son can wear them ... Isn't it like a little old man?

Does Li Mojun ask her to pay?

"Okay, hurry up and have breakfast! Next time you ca n’t do this again!"

"I know I know……"

Early or late death is a knife! And early death and early birth!

Mi Chen lowered his head and came to sit opposite Li Mojun. His heart suddenly thundered and his blood vessels burst.

Li Mojun did not look up at her, but tapped his fingers in front of Mi Chen.

Mi Chen only noticed that the plate under the breakfast had the knife and fork that she used before. Li Mojun actually stayed, did not throw them? Miracle!

Mi Chen was eating breakfast while being careful not to make any sound.

She looked up at the clock at eight o'clock in the morning. Today Li Mojun's drama was arranged in the afternoon, otherwise Mi Chen would not dare to eat supper with Ansel so late.

Until Aunt Zhang left, Mi Chen whispered, "Thank you."

She always had a question in her heart, why did Li Mojun come? She remembers calling meow meow!

Turned to the call record of last night, the last call has been dialed ... properly Li Mojun. It's not meowing at all, it's a huge difference.

Mi Chen felt like he was going to have a brain stroke.

She even called Li Mojun! And Li Mojun really came! Edi God!

Well, even if he really came, you can throw her home! Wait ... Li Mojun shouldn't know where she lives in Xingyuan ... then throw it in the hotel ... why should she be brought here? Isn't this asking for trouble?

The moment Mi Chen pressed her head and touched her hair, she suddenly remembered that someone seemed to blow her hair last night.

That man ... should not be Aunt Zhang! Crazy!

I do n’t want to think about it! It's getting more and more outrageous when you think about it!

She hurriedly finished her breakfast and washed the dishes and forks. Looking back, Li Mojun was still reading the script. His fingers clasped the edge of the teacup, and each time he lifted it, he finally put the teacup back.

Mi Chen remembered that Li Mojun's scene had not been so smooth since he entered the film "Jiang Qianfan Loves Lin Kesong". Even Xiao once said that Li Mojun is not good at emotional drama. However, when he played Geng Nian last time, he faced his first love lover with his helpless self-deprecating self-deprecating and exquisite touch of the past nostalgia. And for the character Jiang Qianfan, he has also studied for a long time ... how could he not get into the drama?

Mi Chen felt that she could no longer disturb Li Mojun. She had to go back quickly to bring her makeup box.

"Mr. Li, I'll go back first, I'm sorry to bother you." Mi Chen just wanted to bow and salute to say goodbye, Li Mojun's finger tapped on the table again.

"Come on for me to play." Li Mojun flicked the script out, and Mi Chen quickly reached out to catch it.

"Start on page 67."

Mi Chen quickly turned the page, which turned out to be the place where the film was jammed that day. The heroine Lin Kesong will participate in the final but the dishes that are finally lost are presented in Jiang Qianfan's kitchen. Without judges, no cameras, and no pressure, this is Lin Kesong's perfection.

Mi Chen had just begun to read Lin Kesong's lines, but Li Mojun said, "I'm going to read Lin Kesong's lines. I want to know how you would react if you were Jiang Qianfan."

"... Jiang Qianfan can't see, I can see ..." Mi Chen found this very difficult.

And Jiang Qianfan is a man, she is a woman. The mood is different.

"It doesn't matter. Just see it as Jiang Qianfan."

Li Mojun took the dish that had just been cleaned by her from the kitchen, lowered it, and sent it to her. The pretty features like the painting stayed at a distance of less than five centimeters from Mi Chen. She could even Seeing himself from his eyes.

He pronounced Lin Kesong's line, the voice of quartz falling into the water, "You try it, there should be too many areas for improvement ... maybe this is my limit."

Mi Chen was stunned. She knew that Li Mojun was acting, so in the eyes that had never been undulating, it was a kind of expectation that people felt they had to meet with all their strength even if they ran counter to the world. He held back, fearing that he would be discovered by the other party. Although the other party can't see at all.

Mi Chen raised his head and subconsciously said the three words in the line of the movie: "It's delicious."

Li Mojun looked at her and looked at her, as if to engrave her into her eyes at this moment.

Mi Chen had the illusion that he couldn't regain his soul in his eyes. She hurried not to go too far.

Li Mojun propped up the table with one hand, he was still close to her.

"You tell me, what do you think of Jiang Qianfan's mood at the moment?"

"I ... can't understand Jiang Qianfan's mood. But for Lin Kesong, maybe I feel more."

"Then talk about Lin Kesong."

"This dish is Lin Kesong's farewell gift to Jiang Qianfan. She is eager to leave her best side to each other, even if she loses because of this dish. Lin Kesong wants to cry, she keeps trying hard to hold back Because he knows that Jiang Qianfan is much more sensitive to the voice than the average person, she is afraid that Jiang Qianfan feels her mood, so she always pretends that it does not matter to everything. Jiang Qianfan is the behind-the-scenes mentor of her participation in the competition, it is her Tutor. He can always give her a lot of opinions. From the taste level to the shape to the final plate. Lin Kesong is always looking forward to Jiang Qianfan teaching her everything she knows. But only this time Lin Kesong did not want Jiang Qianfan to make any comments, because this was the last dish, everyone could not agree with it, only Jiang Qianfan could not. So, when Jiang Qianfan said 'delicious', Lin Ke Song's tears can no longer bear to fall. As long as her tears fall, Jiang Qianfan will find out. Because his sense of smell is as keen as his hearing, he smells the tears. "