Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Mo Qingcheng walked outside and saw Xiao Yiyan sneaking outside, falling on the grass and peeping.

After she solved the problem, she approached cautiously, poked her head curiously and said, "Does it look good?"

"Shh, don't talk." Xiao Yiyan said and kept looking at it, but after looking at it for a long time, she realized something was wrong.

Who is talking next to her? Besides her, is there a second person?

She silently looked at the shadow under the moonlight, which overlapped with her own. Xiao Yiyan was so frightened that she lay down on the ground and crawled forward silently. When she saw the wolf's figure, she jumped up and lay on its side. He put it on his back and let it escape for his life.

"Why are you afraid of Qingcheng?" Mo Qingcheng couldn't figure it out.

She sat there and thought for a long time, then slowly moved her body and sat where Xiao Yiyan had just been.

Looking over, she found that she was actually staring at Xiao Yijue's tent. She wondered what was so interesting about the tent in the middle of the night.

"Huh?" Mo Qingcheng yawned and was about to get up when he noticed that there was some movement in the tent.

Seeing Xiao Yijue's figure, Mo Qingcheng stopped dozing and stared blankly, unable to regain his consciousness.

Too lonely to sleep in the middle of the night, Zhou Zihao put on a coat, lit a cigarette and smoked hard. He leaned against a tree pole and took out his mobile phone. He stared at the screen for a long time and said in disbelief: "I have disappeared for three whole days, and she actually You didn’t even give me a call?”

"Damn woman, does she think I'm dead?" Zhou Zihao said.

A day without seeing someone is like three months apart, and he really misses her, but she doesn't text or call him, which makes him puzzled.

"Is this?" Zhou Zihao saw the sneaky figure of Dao. He walked over with a gun, but saw the small figure of Mo Qingcheng. He followed her line of sight and saw Xiao Yijue walking out, untying his clothes and preparing to wash them. A bath.

Mo Qingcheng didn't know it at first, but now that he saw this scene, he quickly covered his eyes in shame.

"Damn, you learned how to peeping at such a young age? Should I catch her?" Zhou Zihao was a little excited. He said that everything should start from the children, and this is true.

He has been single for so many years. It must have been the lack of care from his parents when he was young that made him look like this.

Zhou Zihao raised his feet and was about to step forward. When his legs tightened, he saw a pair of hands hugging him tightly, and their legs were still wrapped around him, clinging to him like a vine. Zhou Zihao looked up at the sky and whispered: "I Did you owe this little ancestor in your previous life?"

Xiaobao wrapped around his legs and kept climbing up, still holding on to his trousers. How could Zhou Zihao care about Mo Qingcheng in order to protect his trousers from being taken off?

"Let me go. How have I offended you? You insist on pestering me. Why are you joining in the fun when I come out to smoke a cigarette?" Zhou Zihao said. ,

Xiaobao looked at him silently, with a pitiful look on his face, but said nothing.

"Zhuo Shu teaches you to pretend to be pitiful? I owe you a damn thing." Although Zhou Zihao said this, he still bent down to pick up Xiaobao and walked back, but Xiaobao was pestering him. Don't let go of your neck.

Zhou Zihao took a few steps and was stared at by Xiaobao. He said unnaturally: "I know I'm handsome, don't always look at me like this."

"Hmm." Xiaobao stared for a long time, then suddenly covered his nose as if he was disgusted, which made Zhou Zihao very unhappy.

"I'm handsome, you don't need to remind me." Zhou Zihao said narcissistically.

Xiaobao remained silent and stared at his head silently. He struggled with some disgust and slipped out of his arms. He wanted to go alone but did not want to be held by him.