President's Single-minded Love

However, this dress was finally selected after careful selection, and it would be too late to choose again.

The tailor's forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was extremely frightened.

Yan xiaonuo didn't want to embarrass her. She said with a smile, "this dress is very good. It's just that the waist is loose. I'll change it myself. You go back."

Messi never spoke.

"Thank you, Miss Yan, thank you!"

Yan xiaonuo is a little unaccustomed to others like this, and smiles slightly: "it's not a big deal, you don't have to be like this."

The dressmaker nodded again and again, and left in case of amnesty.

Yan xiaonuo took the dress to go to his own stage, took out the needle and thread and scissors from the drawer, and began to change clothes.

She seems to be born with a pair of skillful hands, but after half an hour's work, the changed dress is put on her body, just like a tailor-made one, especially the one grip on the waist, which perfectly outlines her charming figure.

"You must be the most beautiful tomorrow," Murphy whispered, taking her slender waist in his arms, gently kissing her cheek with thin lips

Yan xiaonuo droops his head and smiles, such as Magnolia blossoming, with a little bit of beauty, which is very amazing.

Ready for tomorrow's auction clothes and shape, Yan xiaonuo combed and washed, but found that she had been used to use hand cream.

This kind of hand cream is her and grandmother like to use, Yan xiaonuo don't want to fake hand others, after eating to buy Hand Cream again.

Yan xiaonuo hasn't been out shopping for a long time. When grandma was still there, grandma took her out for a walk when she had time, but she seldom bought anything.

Even if it was clothes, I saw my favorite. I bought cloth and went home. My grandmother made one for her.

The condition is so hard, but it has become the most precious memory of Yan xiaonuo.

The shop selling hand cream is gone. Yan xiaonuo looks at the converted coffee shop in front of her. She is tired of strolling. She goes into the cafe and wants to rest before returning to the castle.

From the outside, this coffee shop is very ordinary, but it is very elegant inside. You can't see that it was a skin care shop before.

The waiter showed her to a card holder warmly and introduced the hot products in the store to her.

Yan xiaonuo laughed and said, "give me a cup of your signature milk tea here."

The waiter nodded with a smile, "OK, we can order songs here. Now we can order songs for free. You can order any song you want to listen to."

Yan xiaonuo was surprised. He turned his head and saw the small stage in front of him. On the stage were drums, guitars, acoustics and so on.

It turned out to be a music cafe, but she didn't find it.

It doesn't hurt to order a song. She takes over the song list and looks at it. Her eyes stay on Lin Junjie's song "looking forward to love".

This song is older, but she wants to listen to it today. Lin Junjie's angelic voice has always been a favorite.

"This one." Yan xiaonuo said, "thank you."

The waiter nodded and said, "it will be ready soon. You can rest assured."

When the hot and fragrant milk tea comes up, the prelude of "looking forward to love" starts to ring slowly. When talking about little Norton, he feels more relaxed.

"My life, has been waiting, empty pocket, want to put a love in it."

At the beginning of the first sentence, Yan xiaonuo can't help looking at the small stage. In the middle of the stage, the familiar figure is playing and singing with his guitar.

"Expect, expect you to find my love, omnipresent, natural care..."

Mo xijue's deep voice singing this song has a different flavor. It was originally a warm song, but it had a bit more lingering flavor.

In the silence of his face, there is no love in the shadow

At the end of the song, there was silence for a few seconds, and thunderous applause broke out.

The host of applause doesn't include Yan xiaonuo, who just sits there and looks at the light brown milk tea in front of him.

She just wanted to listen to the song to ease her depression, but she forgot that the lyrics of the song were so in line with the mood of Messi at the moment.

Through all kinds of obsessed eyes in the applause, he went straight to Yan xiaonuo and sat down. He said to the waiter, "a cup of cappuccino."

Girls who are close to them secretly look here, and some take photos with their mobile phones and upload their circle of friends.

"It's Mr. mo

"Mr. Mo sings well. Is it his girlfriend who sits opposite him?"

"Why not? Of course. "

Yan xiaonuo listened to the murmur with envy, sighed in his heart and said to Moxi, "how can you be here?"

"Just a few minutes before you." Messier took a graceful sip of cappuccino. "It's a little bitter. It's not as good as you make it."Yan xiaonuo asked casually, "I remember you didn't drink cappuccino before."

Messi put down his coffee cup, raised his eyes, and his black eyes were heavy. "Because there is a word in your name, I decided to drink cappuccino instead of anything else."

Yan xiaonuo opened her eyes and her face turned red unconsciously. She lowered her eyes to cover up her shyness. However, she saw that in the coffee cup of moxijue, the little peach hearts made by milk bubbles were shaking slightly.

She shifted the topic a little uneasily. "I just want to listen to that song, the lyrics and so on. I don't remember it for a long time."

After a while, he said, "this song is very nice."

Yan xiaonuo bit his lip and said, "when did you like to listen to pop songs?"

"When the waiter makes milk tea for you, I listened to it twice and learned it." Mercy said softly, "do I sing well?"

Yan xiaonuo raised his eyes, only to see the black eyes of Mo Xi Jue with a little expectation, like a child waiting for her praise and encouragement.

"That's good." Yan xiaonuo looked into his eyes and said with a smile.

Maybe after tomorrow, it's time for her to leave, so she intends to make a good memory of him before she leaves.

As it is now, the two are facing each other calmly and smiling at each other.

Yan xiaonuo took up the milk tea cup and said to him, "Moxi, I respect you."

Her cup gently touched the coffee cup of Mexican, who also held up the coffee cup, touched her cup back, and then raised her head to drink the slightly bitter cappuccino.

The bitter taste of coffee ran down his throat and down to his stomach. There was a very uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.

Yan xiaonuo looked at his appearance, drank a sip of milk tea and put down the cup.

Only to hear the voice of Messi's decision to press very low, "Yan xiaonuo, do you care?"

"What?" Yan xiaonuo listened to his endless words, I don't know why.

Mo xijue's body leans forward slightly, looking at her bewildered eyes. There is a burning light in her black eyes, "do you care about my love?"

When xiaonuo breathed, she was determined to say love to her?

He never said to her that he cared about her, liked her, would not let her go, but never said he loved her.

Her heart suddenly like the leaves in the wind, messy and shaking, she did not know what to say.

"Did you expect my love?" Murphy asked softly

Yan xiaonuo covered his heart and used great strength to calm down the crazy heartbeat slowly. She closed her eyes slightly and said to mexicho, "are you sure that what you want for me is love?"

Mexici was stunned slightly.

Yan xiaonuo's soft voice came to my ear, "in my heart, love is not a kind of intimate relationship, it is not a beautiful dress, it is not a delicious food, it is a kind of beautiful spiritual yearning, it is a hero dream in tired life, it is unique, it is only me."

Must she?

Mo Xi definitely stares at her bright eye son, the tone is extremely serious say: "Yan xiaonuo, I am to you..."

Yan xiaonuo quickly shook his head and interrupted the words of "Moxi Jue, don't say."

Mercy looked at her in a daze.

"Have you ever thought that if you meet a girl better than me, maybe you don't like me anymore?" Yan xiaonuo looked at Moxi Jue, her eyes were serious, "have you ever thought about it?"

"I've met a lot of better women than you." "But none of them can make me feel as if I am so moved to you. You shouldn't ask me that," said Murphy

He was the second young master of the Mohist School in Europe. He was the president of the Empire group. He met all kinds of women and said, "but we are not suitable anymore."

"I don't care if it's right or not." I only ask you, do you care

Yan xiaonuo turned his head, slightly closed his eyes, and said, "what if you care, what if you don't care?"? What's the point of saying that now? "

It never occurred to mercy that she would say so, and the light in her black eyes gradually cooled down, and nothing remained like a burnt out candle.

"Messi, let's not talk about it, OK?" Yan xiaonuo couldn't bear to look at his eyes and said, "it's very good now, really."

She didn't want to step forward. She couldn't take this step. Even though she had struggled in her heart, she still couldn't let herself ignore her grandmother's death and go further to Mexico.

"Is that what you mean?" Murphy asked softly, with a look of indifference.

Yan xiaonuo knows that the heavier he looks in his heart, the colder his expression will be.

There was a sad sigh in her voice: "Messi, my life has been incomplete for a long time, and has been destroyed for a long time."He had never heard such sad words.

Yan xiaonuo picked up the cup, drank a sip of milk tea, she found that the milk tea was about to light, put down the cup, she stood up and left the coffee shop.