President's Single-minded Love

Ah Cheng tried to resist his fear and said in a low voice: "grandfather, ah Cheng doesn't like the teacher who taught me art. Aunt a Chengyan teaches me. Aunt Yan is the best art teacher in the world. "

" Oh? "Five lady's eyes fell on Yan xiaonuo," but the world's chief designer, Yan xiaonuo? "

yanxiaonuo nodded to her," good wife. "

Mo Lingtian said to a Cheng," your aunt is very good too. Let your aunt teach you how to draw. "

Madame Xuanji, who was lying on the gun, said in a rather embarrassed way:" father, I'm going to leave after tonight. "

" what is more important than teaching a Cheng? "Mo Lingtian is not happy.

A Cheng's small eyebrows frowned and looked coquettish: "grandfather, my aunt has something to do. If ah Cheng let the aunt's affairs delay, ah Cheng will be very sad. "

the fifth lady was busy saying," elder brother, children like to learn, mostly because of their teachers and interests. Maybe if they change teachers, they will learn better. "

Mo Xichen also said:" it is rare that a Cheng will take the initiative to consider learning. "

Mo Lingtian thought for a moment, looked at a Cheng and said," OK, my grandfather promised you that Yan xiaonuo would be your art teacher. "

ah Cheng was very happy," thank you, grandfather! "

" sleep a little longer. "Mo Lingtian, put a Cheng on the ground," Lisa will come to pick you up before the party starts. "

Mo Lingtian did not enter a Cheng's room and left directly.

Ah Cheng was very happy and took Yan xiaonuo's hand. "Aunt Yan, look, did I say it? I'll make sure granddad agrees to let you stay. "

although Yan xiaonuo was surprised, he still praised Acheng," well, ah Cheng is the best! "

for the birthday party in the evening, a Cheng was the birthday star. She was changed into new clothes by the housekeeper Lisa early, and went to the party with the special emblem of Mohism.

As for Xiao Nuo, he didn't go.

She is now an art teacher of Acheng. Naturally, she has to look at what he has learned in the past. After making an assessment, she can work out a set of effective teaching plans.

Over the years, she has traveled all over the world by herself, and has never been a teacher again.

Outside, she was in her room, writing the teaching plan with her heart.

Suddenly, there was a scream through the sky: "ghost - Haunted --"

Yan xiaonuo's hand shook with fear, and his pen almost fell to the ground.

She ran out in a hurry and saw that the outside had become a mess. A lot of maid were around a building, shivering: "ghost, there is a ghost. "

Yan xiaonuo looks to see that building is the residence of Mo xijue.

Mo Ling day rushed over at the first time, and snapped: "young master's birthday party, you don't serve well, what's the ghost called here? "

" master! What a ghost! "

" it seems that it is the second young master, the shadow of the second young master! "

Yan xiaonuo was shocked, grabbed the maid and asked in a sharp voice," what do you say? Where did you see it! "

the maid trembled with fear, pointed to a place and said," I, I went to the second young master's room to clean up, but I saw - "

she seemed to think of something she was extremely afraid of, and she was scared to silence.

"What do you see? "Yan xiaonuo was so worried that she asked her.

"When you see a human figure, no, it's the second young master! "The maid was so scared that she didn't dare to say more.

Yan xiaonuo released the maid and ran upstairs.

Mo Lingtian, Mo Xichen and Madame Xuanji also ran up.

Five years later, she went back to her room again.

It is the same as five years ago. Every plant and tree is the image in memory.

Yan xiaonuo walked into the room slowly. Every cell in his body was nervous. As the maid said, did you really see the soul of moxijue coming back?

If you can see his soul, it is also a good thing, it is better than her Acacia disease, can only rely on those memories to warm his already desolate heart.

But there was nothing unusual in the room, even the curtains were still.

After all, there was no gain.

And the maid who claimed to have seen the soul of Mo xijue was also expelled from the Mohist manor for the reason of seducing the public.

The maid couldn't stand the double blow and was half crazy. When she was dragged out, she was still saying, "ghost, there is a ghost. "

Yan xiaonuo thought it was strange.

If I didn't see it, how could the maid say that?

But these, after all, did not spread to a Cheng's ears, Yan xiaonuo taught a Cheng to draw, his injuries were all healed.

A Cheng is very busy every day. There are ten different classes in a day.

And art class is just one of them, only 40 minutes, and only twice a week.

Although the sum is only 80 minutes, Yan xiaonuo still spent a lot of effort to prepare.She is teaching Acheng to draw figures.

The painting is painting, but it is a Jue of Mo Xi.

Ah Cheng blinked his big eyes, but he thought, isn't this the second uncle?

On the night of his birthday, he was sent back to his room in advance by his grandfather. His second uncle jumped into the window when there was no one.

Then he brought him a toy car and told him that if he didn't want the car to be found by his grandfather, he couldn't be seen.

Yan xiaonuo looked at the familiar face on the drawing paper, sighed and said, "ah Cheng, I drew wrong. Change it. "Ah Cheng asked," does aunt Yan know him? "

" understanding. "Yan xiaonuo said, but the heart is more and more painful, she forced, took off the drawing paper and put it aside," aunt Yan painted ah Cheng down, OK? "

A Cheng sat upright and asked Yan xiaonuo to draw him.

In less than two minutes, the painting was finished. Ah Cheng looked at it and said in surprise, "aunt Yan makes me look like it. "

Yan xiaonuo touched a Cheng's head with a smile, and the two paintings were placed together and caught her eyes.

She couldn't help but stay.

She found that between a Cheng and Mo Xi Jue's eyebrows, it was like that!

In this world, should there be such a coincidence?

"Aunt Yan, aunt Yan. "Ah Cheng took the hand of Layan xiaonuo.

Yan xiaonuo lowered his head and looked at a Cheng's eyes.

Like black water silver pupil, and his black eyes.

In the heart rippled a kind of unspeakable gentleness, Yan xiaonuo asked: "what's the matter? "

" teach me how to draw. "Ah Cheng is almost teasing her.

Yan xiaonuo nodded with a smile and taught Acheng to draw with his hands.

At night, everyone thought that ah Cheng was sleeping, but moxijue appeared in his room.

On the table was the picture of Yan xiaonuo painting him.

Mo Xi Jue went over and put the painting away and put it close to her body.

"Second uncle? "Ah Cheng called out to him in a low voice.

Mo Xi Jue nodded to a Cheng, "what did you learn today? "

" many courses. "Ah Cheng replied," language, mathematics, etiquette, archery... "

he said it all in one breath, with a sharp tongue.

Mo xijue nodded slightly, his son's memory is still good.

"Since the second uncle is back, why don't you go to see my grandfather, father and aunt? "Ah Cheng asked," they all miss you very much, especially dad. "

Mo xijue looked complicated and said," ah Cheng wants me to go? "

" Well! "Ah Cheng nodded quickly," the second uncle came back, and our family was reunited. "

a family reunion, unfortunately, he has no home for a long time.

Looking at her son's face, she couldn't help nodding his nose. "After a day's class, go to sleep. Uncle two won't disturb you. "

" uncle, where are you going? "Ah Cheng didn't lie down and asked him.

Mo Xi Jue shook her head, "go to sleep. "

he jumped out of the window and left.

The night wind, cold to the bone, his heart, also cold to the bone.

Mo xijue went to the guest room, avoided all the night guards, and stood behind the covered cypress tree and looked at the room with the light still on.

On the curtain, reflecting her slender figure, although only a touch, but let moxie Jue forget the cold at the moment.

It's close, but it's not.

Mo Lingtian agreed that Yan xiaonuo should be a Cheng's art teacher. He would not ask her how to get along with a Cheng. He didn't know what kind of abacus he was playing.

The son's words rang in his ear again, "when you come back, we will be reunited. "

his women and his son are here.

Mo xijue stood behind the tree until the light went out.

Yan xiaonuo pressed the light, but he couldn't sleep.

She put on a thick coat and walked at will, but came to the residence of Mo xijue.

The room is dark, because last time rumor, no one dares to approach here.

As for Xiao Nuo, he walked in like this.

Turn on the switch on the wall, the light is bright, and everything in the room is as old as before.

She stroked over the edge of the bed and walked slowly to the windowsill.

In the room, it seems that his smell remains, that cool fragrance, looming.

Yan xiaonuo turned off the light, in the dark, in addition to vision, other senses are more obvious.

She sat on the carpet, leaning against the foot of the bed, not knowing what she was thinking.

Mo xijue knew that no one would come to his room, so he stayed here temporarily, and no one would find out.

Open the door and turn on the light.

The light is big bright, Yan xiaonuo is scared, suddenly stands up, turns around.

She was startled.

She couldn't believe her eyes.Mo Xi Jue was also surprised and ran away.

Yan xiaonuo immediately chased the past and yelled: "Mo Xi Jue! "

Mo xijue stopped.

Yan xiaonuo ran over and hugged his body tightly.

Through his windbreaker, she can feel his temperature, everything is so familiar.

"Is that you? "Yan xiaonuo murmured to him," is it you? Or your soul? "

in response to him, there was a silence.

Speak! "Little Jue hugged me more and more," he said! "

Moxi Jue closed her eyes tightly and said," you shouldn't have come. "

the sound full of magnetism is still so indifferent.

As for Xiao Nuo, he was stunned.

"I shouldn't have come? "Her tears one by one," I'm glad I'm here. I'm glad I didn't fall asleep and came to your room at night, otherwise how could I see you, but you said, I shouldn't have come? "

the interrogation again and again, like a sword, stabbed the heart of Mo Xi Jue.