In order to hide, I moved in

Ye Mian looked at Moyan who seemed to have a cluster of flames in his eyes, his burning eyes made him look even more handsome.

He knew that the kid was kind, but he didn't want to train.

Ye Mian was still trying to discuss with Mo Yan, "Student Mo, isn't it you who protect me? I'm actually quite satisfied with how I am."

He is really satisfied with his current leisurely life, is he digging a hole and burying himself?

It was rare for Mo Yan to keep a straight face, "Mr. Ye, I can protect you when I am by your side, but after all, there are times when I can't take care of it. Mr. Ye should strengthen his own strength so that you can support me even if you are in danger." when."

Ye Mian said a lot, but Mo Yan was particularly stubborn in this regard. He always believed that he could not place his hope and life on others, and that he was truly strong only when he was strong.

What's more, Ye Mian is a teaching assistant, so he should have the most basic ability to protect himself if he has to go out to dangerous places frequently.

Ye Mian couldn't hold back him, and in the end he could only be dragged by Mo Yan to train. Everything here was complete. Mo Yan even had a special competition with Ye Mian, and designed a training plan for Ye Mian.

"Ms. Ye, take a look." Mo Yan sent the plan he had made to Ye Mian's brain, "I will train with Mr. Ye from tomorrow, Mr. Ye is not allowed to be lazy."

Good guy, Ye Mian can't even draw to the end. There are a total of twelve pages, the first few pages are the things Ye Mian needs to learn, and the last page is about work and rest time.From five in the morning to nine in the evening.

It is densely packed, and even the rest time is pitiful.

"Student Moyan, don't you think that your training form is a bit too exaggerated?" Ye Mian felt dizzy just looking at it.

Mo Yan looked at the training form Ye Mian handed over, and was a little puzzled, "Is it exaggerating? This is my training plan before I was 12 years old. It's already very easy."

Ye Mian gasped, and looked at Mo Yan in horror, "Before you were 12 years old? Did you train like this before?"

Mo Yan looked at Ye Mian strangely, and nodded as a matter of course.

"Miss Ye, don't worry, it just looks like a lot, but it's actually not hard at all, and I will accompany Teacher Ye." Mo Yan tried his best to comfort Ye Mian, trying to arouse Teacher Ye's fighting spirit, "And Teacher Ye probably doesn't want to be looked down upon by the teacher's students."

"No, I think." Ye Mian said feebly, squinting at Mo Yan, Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, and looked at Teacher Ye helplessly, with a little doting in his eyes, helpless, "Lao Teacher Ye."

Ye Mian was shocked by Mo Yan's gaze, "It's alright, alright, I'll practice as I did, can't I?"

The smile in Mo Yan's eyes deepened, "I knew Teacher Ye would agree."

Because Ye Mian's physical strength is too weak, he doesn't have much strength in punching, so Mo Yan asked Ye Mian to squat for a while, stabilize his footing, and increase the strength of punching. After all, training is not something that can be done overnight.

Ye Mian is also very helpless about this situation. His body itself is a weak chicken. He originally planned to wash the body's marrow and cut the sutras to remove impurities, but he was arrested by Moyan just before his spirit stabilized. coming.

In the small training room, Ye Mian slightly bent his body and raised his hands horizontally, while Moyan on the side stared at Ye Mian closely, as long as Ye Mian was not up to standard, he would start to adjust.

For convenience, Ye Mian had already taken off his coat, and he was only wearing a pure white shirt underneath. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and two buttons were undone. At a glance, Ye Mian's delicate collarbone was still intact. There is an Adam's apple, and the cold white skin almost glows under the light.

The messy hair on his forehead was stuck to his forehead with thin sweat, which was slightly wet, and Ye Mian's face was also covered with thin sweat, and his cold white skin seemed to have an inexplicable smell at the moment.

Looking at Ye Mian like this, Mo Yan suddenly dodged his honest eyes at first, and suddenly became a little afraid to look.

At this time, Ye Mian's hand was quietly put down again, and Mo Yan pursed his lips as hard as he could and walked over seriously, put his hands on Ye Mian's forearm, and lifted it up gently.

The callused fingertips rested on Ye Mian's cold white arm, which was a little wet, from Ye Mian's fine sweat.

Mo Yan could still feel the warm temperature belonging to Ye Mian, as well as the beating in the blood vessels, as if it was beating along with his heart, beating non-stop.

Even a little reluctant to take it down.

Ye Mian stared listlessly at Mo Yan, who seemed to be distracted again, put her hands lightly on his arms, her eyes lost focus, and stood there blankly for a few seconds.

"Student Moyan, have you touched enough?" Ye Mian sneered, sneering, why, there is a magnet on his arm or something, if it gets on it, he can't take it off?

Mo Yan was brought back to his senses by Ye Mian's words of being close at hand. He withdrew his hand with a stern face, and looked at Ye Mian honestly, "Just now I was trying the strength of Teacher Ye's arm."

"Have you tried it?" Ye Mian looked at Moyan with hanging eyes.

Mo Yan hadn't lied yet, so he pursed his lips tightly, and after a while, he said, "No."

"Then do you want to touch it again?" Ye Mian moved her arm closer to Moyan, squinting at Moyan from the corner of her upturned eyes, and Moyan walked away silently, "No need."

Then he hid a little far away from Ye Mian, leaned against the corner and looked at Ye Mian, but his eyes were weak, he glanced at Ye Mian's arm from time to time, then looked away like a thief, took another sneak peek, and then moved away immediately , take another peek.

Ye Mian's spiritual sense could see clearly, if it wasn't for the child's lack of food, he would have suspected that Mo Yan would have taken his current meal.

He glanced at it again and again, but he still didn't dare to look at it openly.

Ye Mian complained secretly in her heart, until the time was almost over, Ye Mian could finally rest, her arms and legs were about to convulse.

Mo Yan on the side came over, holding a bottle of medicinal wine in his hand, "Ms. Ye, it will be very effective to apply this after exercise."

Ye Mian took the medicine bottle, sniffed it, and the strong smell of medicine came to her nostrils.Ye Mian was too lazy to move, he was lying on the gauze bed in the corner, his whole body was weak.

"You wipe it for me."

Ye Mian turned around and looked at Mo Yan, stretched out her arm, and handed it to Mo Yan, "Well, wipe it."

Mo Yan carefully put Ye Mian's arm on his leg, the movement was careful and precious, rubbed the golden liquid from the medicine bottle on Ye Mian's cold white arm, the color was obvious and eye-catching, the arm in the palm held the hand Feeling the excellent toughness, Moyan couldn't grasp the strength, fearing that he would hurt Mr. Ye seriously, and he would not be able to absorb the liquid medicine if it was light.

The movements were stern, and the tactile sensation brought by the palm of the arm touching the leg seemed to rush to my heart, numb and itchy.

Moreover, Mo Yan followed his line of sight to see the thin white wrist and slender fingers, which were lying on each other, and the transparent nails glowed beautifully. Mo Yan unconsciously looked at Ye Mian, who was turning his head sideways. Closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep, he could almost see the soft fluff on Ye Mian's face when he was in close contact.

Mo Yan was afraid that his actions would wake Ye Mian, so he became more careful, but the medicinal liquid had to be rubbed vigorously to be effective. Mo Yan was holding the inside, and after a while, fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

He didn't know why he was so weird, but,

Mo Yan secretly looked at Ye Mian's side face, a kind of inexplicable joy made him want to laugh uncontrollably, this smile couldn't be suppressed, it leaked out from the corners of his eyes and brows.

After wiping this arm, Ye Mian lazily turned over, looking at Moyan with her eyes closed. "This one."

After Mo Yan rubbed medicated oil on Ye Mian's arms, Ye Mian breathed a sigh of relief, "It's really much better."

The warm breath brushed against Mo Yan's earlobe, making Mo Yan instantly sluggish, and his big black eyes could not move.

Ye Mian stretched her waist, looked at the sluggish Mo Yan in front of her, "Mr. Mo, according to your schedule, it's time for us to eat."

Huiying Restaurant has everything, and the meals are said to be top-notch cooks. Guests here can choose where to eat, go to the restaurant or go back to the room.

Mo Yan took Ye Mian to his room, and Ye Mian looked at Mo Yan's room dumbfounded, "Student Mo, I suspect that your family is a mine owner, so rich."

Mo Yan smiled, "Almost."

After the meal was ordered, the two of them needed to take a shower first, especially Ye Mian, who was covered in fine sweat and felt very uncomfortable.

Mo Yan took Ye Mian to the bathroom, found clothes for Ye Mian, and waited outside for the food to be delivered.

Ye Mian was very fast. After washing, he simply tidied up and went out. Moyan outside looked at Ye Mian whose hair was half dry but not wet. He sighed helplessly, turned around and went into the bathroom to take out the hair dryer. Unconsciously soft, "Mr. Ye, if your hair comes out without drying, you will get sick."

Especially if you have just been active, it is most likely to get sick when it is hot and cold.

Ye Mian sat down following Moyan's semi-forced force, watched Moyan behind him plug in the power, felt the warm air, and after confirming that it was just right, gently blowdried his hair.

The soft hair gradually became dry and fluffy in Moyan's hands.

Ye Mian couldn't help but look at Mo Yan. At this moment, Mo Yan lowered his eyes and was seriously and focused on drying his hair. His side face was calm, and he really wanted to do something important again.

Somewhere in the bottom of my heart, there was a crack.

Ye Mian couldn't help saying, "Mo Yan, why do you have to drag me to train?"

Mo Yan kept moving his hands, and looked at Ye Mian, "For Teacher Ye, learn how to protect yourself."

The sound was obviously not loud, but it clearly overwhelmed the soft sound of the hair dryer and the sound of warm air, and reached Ye Mian's ears and heart.

It's because of worry.

Somewhere in Ye Mian's heart seemed to be submerged by warm currents. So, is this the feeling of being cared for?

It's really, really good.

Ye Mian felt the warmth somewhere in his chest, the corners of his lips curled up, his eyes curved, and a boundless smile leaked from his clear and bright eyes, making him seem more transparent.

Mo Yan raised his eyes inadvertently, and saw Mrs. Ye, who was smiling with the corners of his eyes and brows rippling, his heart skipped a beat for an instant.

The dark eyes reflected Teacher Ye's appearance. At this moment, in his field of vision, the whole world retreated and disappeared, and there seemed to be nothing as beautiful as Teacher Ye's glance.

作者有话要说：V后会早上六点，6000+双更，日更哦~有事会提前请假哒~感谢在2020-10-0316:04:57~2020-10-0415:07:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 3 Youlan;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 8 bottles of Qian Yulin; 6 bottles of Xi Liulan; 5 bottles of Yuyu; 1 bottle of Chen Mumu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!