Love Report: My Dear Mr.Qin

In the quiet Ceramic Museum filled with the fragrance of plants, a handsome man was sitting in a wheelchair, and a beautiful woman with beautiful eyebrows was sitting on his legs. Although it was an accident, it still looked very ambiguous.

"Qin... Mr. Qin..." both of them were stunned because of something unexpected. Su Mo reacted first. She pushed Qin Yang's shoulder, and he loosened his hand around her waist.

Su Mo quickly broke away from him, stood up and coughed awkwardly, "sorry... Did you hurt you?" she was afraid that she would hurt Qin Yang or hurt his leg if she was too heavy.

"No, it's all right." he looked at her as usual and calm.

In fact, if Su Mo wants to, he can hold her to the end of the world.

There was still her warm touch in the palm of her hand. Qin Yang reluctantly shook hands with some nostalgia.

"Let's go ahead and see if we can make pottery by ourselves." in order to break the embarrassment, Qin Yang offered to make pottery.

Unexpectedly, he was so familiar with this, Su Mo nodded.

"OK, I can't make pottery. You have to teach me." Qin Yang turned his wheelchair to the place Su Mo pointed to.

Looking at his back still tall and straight in his wheelchair, Su Mo was a little flustered.

She didn't know why she looked at Mr. Qin's back and felt a sense of familiarity. It was like living together for many years. Sometimes she could even judge his next action or expression according to his action.

It's amazing... Su Mo shook his head and smiled. It must be that Mr. Qin is too handsome and a gentleman. She made a flower mania. She comforted herself in her heart.

The ceramic table is a little low. Fortunately, Qin Yang is now in a wheelchair, so this height is just right for him.

Su Mo found a wooden stool and sat next to him. She put aside the mud used to make pottery, took out two aprons and looked at Qin Yang.

The apron was with pink edges. Qin Yang was stunned. "Do you want me to wear this?" he picked it on his eyebrows and looked at Su Mo reluctantly.

President Qin is a straight man and has never used anything pink.

"If you don't want your clothes stained with mud, you should stay well." Su Mo said, holding the collar of the apron to Qin Yang, meaning to let him drill his head in.

But reluctantly, he looked at her and even turned his head back.

Like a child who doesn't like eating vegetables, Su Mo looked at his stubborn expression and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Qin Yang looked at her puzzled. Is it so funny that big men don't like pink?

"I'll just do it. It's a big deal... Go back and change your clothes," Qin Yang said.

He basically wears a suit once, so he'd rather not wear it than a pink apron.

But Su Mo can't see dirty. Even if her clothes are stained with mud for a second, it will drive her crazy.

"No, I have to wear this. I have a mania for cleanliness." Su Mo insisted that he put it on.

Su Mo has a penchant for cleanliness, which he knows. She used to eat together. As long as there was a stain on her clothes, she would go upstairs and change her clothes immediately.

And her bed must not be touched by unfamiliar people.

Thinking that she always didn't follow her wishes before she was ill, I might as well follow her wishes this time.

Thinking of this, Qin Yang, who was originally very resistant, put his head out. Su Mo was surprised to see his attitude change suddenly, and then smiled and put on his apron.

A man in his eighties is wearing a pink and white apron with lace, which makes people laugh.

He has a calm face and the whole person is not well.

"Be quiet when making pottery. Don't have distractions." Su Mo looked at his face and smiled and advised him.

In fact, he is not in a bad mood. He is very happy every minute and second with Su Mo, but he doesn't like mud. He always rejects that kind of wet and sticky thing.

But he couldn't tell Su Mo, for fear that she felt that she didn't have a common language with her, so he wouldn't come out with him next time.

"How do you do this?" he smiled, trying to pretend to be interested in making pottery.

"So." Su Mo first turned on the switch of the turntable in front of him, then ran into a piece of clay, and then poured a little water, and the pile of soil slowly became sticky.

"Put your hand on it," Su Mo said, pointing to the pile of sticky clay.

Qin Yang took a deep breath and slowly extended his white, slender, knuckled hand to the pile of soil.

"It doesn't matter." Su Mo looked at him slowly. He thought he was nervous about making pottery for the first time, and suddenly put his hand on the clay.

The sticky touch came from the palm of Qin Yang's hand. The corners of Qin Yang's mouth twitched unconsciously, and his face was full of disgust for a moment.

"To be like this, first think about what you want to do, and then slowly apply force on your hand and slowly tighten the clay..." Su Mo said and demonstrated to him, "you see, it's like this." she said, and a smooth edge pottery took shape.

"HMM." Qin Yang seems to have learned. He slowly exerts himself like Su mo. suddenly, half of the clay breaks and falls on his pants.

Su Mo felt that she picked up the paper towel on the table and wanted to wipe it for him, but when she looked down at the embarrassing position where the clay fell, she was at a loss.

"Give it to me, I'll do it myself." Qin Yang was also a little embarrassed.

Su Mo handed him the paper towel and turned away from him.

Why are there so many embarrassing things today... They are both embarrassed.

"Why don't we stop here today...?" Su Mo said with his back to Qin Yang.

Qin Yang, who was tidying up the stains on his clothes, was stunned, but now he was really embarrassed to be shameless to stay together again, "HMM." he nodded.

Glancing at the clay left on the table, "shall we leave a handprint as a souvenir?" he said.

This is too much like a high school student, but Su Mo doesn't want to refuse.

They spread the clay on the table and pressed their fingerprints respectively.

"Stay here and pick it up in two days." Su Mo packed the handprint and said to Qin Yang.

Although it was childish, it was what they did together. Qin Yang kept smiling on his face on the way home. He couldn't help it. It felt a little beautiful and unreal.

In the evening, Yaozi made dinner and went in to call Su Mo, but she saw her wholeheartedly holding a piece of soil. When she came closer, it turned out to be a clay figurine, which looked a little like... Qin Yang?

What's the situation with these two people now? Yaozi was surprised.

"Su Mo, where are you and Mr. Qin... Going?" she asked.

Su Mo didn't know there was someone behind him. She was startled by the sudden sound of Yaozi.

"No... no step..." she said, holding the clay figurine in her hand and didn't want to show Yao Zi.

The more you say nothing, the more likely you are to have an affair.

If someone else, Su Mo's feelings will be very happy with the second spring, but Qin Yang alone... If one day Su Mo's memory becomes when she divorced him, how painful should Su Mo be?

Should she fall in love with Qin Yang twice and be hurt by him twice? Yaozi is worried.

However, seeing how Su Mo looks now and the expression of concentration when she just pinched the little clay figurine, Yaozi thought it was likely that she liked Qin Yang.

What should I do now? She's a real headache as a best friend.

Do you want to tell an Qingyang to stop them from developing?

Yaozi shook her head. It was too complicated. She didn't know what to do.

"Well, I'll go out first. You remember to eat."

She escaped as if.