President's Single-minded Love

The rose colored thin lips of Moxi Jue tightly pressed into a line. He felt that the anger in his heart almost forced him to fork out of breath, and his chest hurt faintly.

But Yan xiaonuo still looked at him like that and didn't mean to be soft at all.

Moxi decided to tighten her eyebrows and slapped her hard against the wall with her hand against the wall. Then another hand holding Yan xiaonuo's waist pushed her to the side.

Yan xiaonuo was pushed to a stagger, fortunately picked up the windowsill to be able to stand firm, tears almost gushed out.

"You're very kind of you, Yan Wan!" Mercy would drop a word and turn around and go.

Yan xiaonuo red eyes at the figure he left, she stood there dejectedly, after a long time, she returned to the original elevator place.

Take the elevator downstairs, it is already noon, the sun shining on her purple dress, flashing light.

Master Li saw her come out, pressed the sound of the flute twice, indicating the location of her car, Yan xiaonuo walked to the side of the car and got on the car.

"Master Li, have you seen Messi's decision?" Yan xiaonuo asked Master Li softly.

"You said the president, he had already left." Master Li's voice was very low, "the president's face is so terrible."

Yan xiaonuo's long eyelashes flickered and asked, "how did he go? Is someone coming to pick him up, or? "

Master Li said, "the president, he drove by himself."

Yan xiaonuo was very surprised. How could he drive peacefully like that? She asked quickly, "did you see which direction he was going?"

Master Li was a little embarrassed: "the president drives too fast. I, I didn't see clearly. He won't let me drive him."

Yan xiaonuo's heart suddenly mentions Lao Gao, but where does she go to find Moxi Jue?

She took out her mobile phone and wanted to give him a call, but mosey may be driving now. She calls him. Isn't it more dangerous for him to answer?

Although Yan xiaonuo knows that Moxi Jue is excellent in driving, she still dare not.

The cell phone is picked up and put down, picked up and put down again.

She has returned to Heng'an villa.

Yan xiaonuo got out of the car immediately ran to the villa, opened the door, but found that Moxi never came back.

The villa is cold and quiet. In the laundry basket, there is still the silk nightgown that mosey changed in the morning.

He didn't come back. Where would he go?

She regretted that she would say such unfeeling words, but in that case, she could not say anything soft.

Feeling that her internal organs are going to be twisted together, she finally doesn't want to wait any longer. She wants to find mexicho.

Outside, there was a big van just pulling open.

Yan xiaonuo stupidly watched from the top of the van, wearing white gloves, small yellow hat moving team toward her.

"What are you doing?" Yan xiaonuo asked the leader.

The captain said politely to Yan xiaonuo: "is it miss Yan? Mo always asked us to move his things. "

Yan xiaonuo opened his eyes and murmured: "move away His stuff? "

"Yes, Mr. Mo said that all his things would be removed." The Captain stood there and explained to her.

Yan xiaonuo didn't want to embarrass others, so she had to side the body and open the door.

The moving team methodically removed the clothes and supplies that mercy had decided to leave here, including his electric toothbrush on the washing table.

Mosey wanted to leave here completely and leave the place where they had been together.

Every time the workers take something away, Yan xiaonuo feels a small piece of her heart being dug away. When the door is finally closed, she stares at the laundry basket in front of her.

The black silk nightgown he was wearing this morning was also taken away.

Yan xiaonuo felt his heart had been taken away, she fell down on the back of the bed, feeling whirling, head buzzing.

Her mind had become a big lump again, and the dizziness made her lose consciousness quickly.

Yan xiaonuo sleeps in the villa for a day. She wakes up in the evening. The sweat has soaked her clothes. She struggles to get up from the bed, touches her forehead and burns back.

She took off her sweaty clothes, took the medicine and went to sleep in a quilt.

Messi never showed up, including the next day, Yan xiaonuo took his medicine, went to bed and cooked porridge by himself.

He didn't come back, as if he had really left her world and would not come back.

The three-day holiday of new year's day has passed quickly. The weather in the next few days is very good. S University starts to hold sports meet.

After the opening ceremony, competitions began.

Fu Jingyao signed up for a 50 meter dash. Yan xiaonuo stood on the side of the track to refuel Fu Jingyao.

The 50 meter dash mainly depends on the explosive force. After the gunshot, Fu Jingyao blows in front of Yan xiaonuo like a gust of wind.Her mouth subconsciously called: "Fu Jingyao come on!"

She only yelled two words, and then Fu Jingyao arrived at the end, which was actually the first.

Yan xiaonuo ran to the end of the runway, gave Fu Jingyao a towel and water, and then put on her down coat.

Fu Jingyao's small face is also with sweat, she wiped the sweat, drank two saliva, looked at Yan xiaonuo and said with a smile: "you ah, usually you should exercise more. You see, what kind of white face do you look like?"

Yan xiaonuo embarrassed smile: "I'm just a cold, how can you say so delicate?"

"Exercise more can prevent colds." Fu Jingyao said as she walked, "when I was in the United States, I often took part in sports meetings, which is not difficult for me."

Yan xiaonuo was surprised and said, "Jingyao, did you often participate? You are so good. "

Fu Jingyao smile, smile actually has a bitter taste, "a person in the United States, I don't want to always stay in the dormitory, come out to participate in more activities, is also good."

Yan xiaonuo doesn't understand what kind of feeling it is, but she always thinks that Fu Jingyao is a brilliant flower and sunshine. She has never seen Fu Jingyao smile like this.

She took Fu Jingyao's hand and said in a soft voice, "but now you are home. No matter how busy they are, you can still eat and chat together. It's better than before when you were alone in the United States, and it was very difficult to see them."

Fu Jingyao listened to Yan xiaonuo's intimate and warm words, and her smile brightened a lot, "you really can comfort people."

Yan xiaonuo blinked his eyes, "the sports meet these days will have a holiday, your side of the sprint has ended, do you want to go where to play?"

Fu Jingyao thought, or chose to refuse, "Wanju, I still have some things these two days, I don't go out to play."

"Ah?" Yan xiaonuo is surprised. Fu Jingyao always has a good temper and is very happy to hear about it. What's the matter today?

Fu Jingyao looks at Yan xiaonuo's surprised appearance, smiles at her and walks away. Under

Wutong tree, Fu Yao Yao wears his light blue down jacket overcoat and goes further away.

Yan xiaonuo looks at Fu Jingyao's back. She feels that Fu Jingyao must have something on her mind, so that she doesn't even have the mood to go out to play.

She thought of the present she had made for Fu Jingyao before. The gift had been made intermittently and had not been finished yet.

Yan xiaonuo sighed and promised to give a gift to others. After too long, it was not good.

She returned to Heng'an villa and continued to make a gift to Fu Jingyao bit by bit.

Carving is a kind of delicate work. Her fever just returned yesterday. She did such a fussy thing today, and her physical strength was soon exhausted.

Yan xiaonuo bit his teeth to finish the last knife, put down the knife, and then began to check whether there is anything missing on the finished product.

She rubbed it with her hand many times, felt that the lines were very smooth before she stopped and put the little statue into the small box that had been prepared for a long time.

Fu Jingyao will like it very much.

Yan xiaonuo looks at the statue and smiles. She also remembers that, a long time ago, Messi said to her that he wanted her to give him a hand-made gift.

She designed a pearl crown for Queen OLINA. She carved a statue of Princess Barbie herself for Fu Jingyao. She had never done anything for Messi Jue.

Yan xiaonuo remembered that birthday night, the huge hot air balloon, the snow, the roses all over the ground, the fireworks in the sky for more than an hour, and the moment when he was pale and fell in his arms.

Unconsciously, tears have wet his cheek.

Tears are like a broken line of beads, one after another, and like a tap that is not closed tightly, drop by drop, there is always no end to cut off.

God knows how many tears she has shed in the past two days when she is so ill, or when she can't sleep and looks at the ceiling.

What is he doing at this moment?

Is he working in the office or in a meeting? Or, he

Yan xiaonuo can't think of it. He has been away for two days. She can't think of what he is doing now.

All along, he was following her step. Wherever she went, he followed her. She wanted to leave his side countless times, and thought that if he left himself, it would be a good thing.

Then she will be free, and the secret that she has been worrying about, which she has been worrying about, will never be known again.

But the fact is not like this, in fact, she did not have any relaxed feeling, but felt that the big stone in her heart was heavier.

Yan xiaonuo raised his hand to dry his tears, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of Mo xijue.

The voice in the mobile phone, only one ring, was hung up.This is the first time that mosey decided to see that she did not answer the call, directly hung up the phone, left the mobile phone aside, and continued to look at the documents in his hand.

"President."

"Come in, what did she do today?"

"President, Miss Yan only went to the sports meeting today, and is still in HengAn villa."