Are you dating online, miss?

It was unexpected to be on the gold list.

He Lu was really very happy. After returning home and spitting out the words coded during the day in the manuscript box, in order to thank the readers for their support, he sat at the desk diligently and added [-] words.

After the update, the hour hand has already pointed to twelve o'clock.

In the room, only a lamp was lit in the corner of the study room, and the moonlight poured down gently, quietly.

He Lu thought that Mo Yiyi had fallen asleep, turned off the phone, got up, walked lightly to the bedroom, and pushed the door lightly.

Under the soft bedside lamp, Mo Yiyi was wearing a smoky pink silk pajamas with her hair down, lazily leaning against the head of the bed, holding a Kindle in her hand, she raised her head when she heard the sound from the door, and the two looked at each other.

He Lu said, "You haven't slept yet."

Mo Yiyi closed the Kindle and put it on the cover: "Waiting for you to sleep together."

He Lu felt a little embarrassed when he heard that, closed the door, walked to the bed and lied softly on her lap, and whispered, "I thought you were asleep. I know you are waiting for me, so I will add more tomorrow."

Mo Yiyi didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to gently touch her head. He Lu's scalp felt a little numb from being rubbed, and he felt very comfortable, so he raised his head in enjoyment.

Unable to lift this, Mo Yiyi touched the pajamas when he stretched out his hand. The pajamas are tied, and the movement is directly loose to the low collar. He Lu looked over from the angle of looking up——

"I'm going to take a shower first!"

He Lu got up abruptly, rushed to the bathroom, closed the door, and looked at the mirror in the bathroom, his flushed face could be seen at a glance.

Oh my god, that's it...you've seen all of Yiyi.

She shook her head and told herself not to think about it any more. She used makeup remover cream to carefully remove makeup in the usual order, brushed her teeth, changed her clothes and walked barefoot to the shower.

The bathroom was slowly filled with steam, she rubbed her hair, looked at the blurred glass door, a little lost in thought, and vaguely revealed the casual glance just now.

Don't think about it, you little pervert!

She told herself in her heart that she finished the washing twice as fast as usual, and just as she put on her pajamas, she heard a light knock on the door: "Is it finished? I'll come in to get something."

"It's over, come in!"

The bathroom door unscrewed, and Mo Yiyi came in, and saw He Lu wrapped in her milky white polka-dot pajamas and pajamas, looking like a steaming steamed bun in a hazy mist.

She smiled and waved: "Come here."

He Lu followed his words, walked over in two steps, and was dragged in front of the mirror in a daze. Mo Yiyi picked up the hair dryer hanging on the wall, turned it on the soft setting, and naturally brushed her hair.

He Lu pursed his lips and looked at himself and the people beside him in the mirror.

Mo Yiyi's eyes were calm and focused, her movements were gentle and serious, strands of hair were flowing between her palms, blowing them up slightly.

The water vapor in the bathroom did not dissipate, and the fresh scent of shower gel and shampoo lingered between the two of them. He Lu looked a little nervous, as if she could feel the heat from the person next to her, she quietly swallowed the tension, without saying a word.

"Okay." Mo Yiyi put away the hair dryer, picked up the comb to smooth it out, and smiled at He Lu.

"Oh."

The warm air from the hair dryer and the hand in the hair suddenly disappeared. He Lu felt a little lost, but he couldn't explain why.

When he got to the bedside, He Lu lifted the quilt and lay down honestly, but saw Mo Yiyi standing by the bedside without moving.

"Why don't you come up?" she asked.

Mo Yiyi looked at her: "Have you applied body lotion?"

He Lu was stunned: "...No, I don't have this habit."

"wait."

Mo Yiyi turned back to the bathroom, and when he came back, he was carrying a small jar of what looked like a face cream—He Lu probably guessed that it was body lotion.

But she couldn't figure it out, and she didn't really want to wipe this, so she lay down and said, "It's so late, let's not wipe it tonight, I'll do it next time."

Mo Yiyi sat on the bed with bent legs, lowered his head to He Lu's face, unscrewed the small jar, and whispered in a coaxing tone: "This smells good, it's good for the skin, and it's not troublesome. Let me paint it for you."

"...?!"

He Lu stared at her blankly, and stammered, "Ah, ah, you, help me?"

Mo Yiyi bent his lips: "This will be emulsified with the temperature of the palm, and the effect will be good."

"..."

dying.

Dying to die...

He Lu couldn't say no to it, let alone she didn't want to.

Her lips parted, she wanted to ask if she was going to take off her clothes, but she couldn't speak.Mo Yiyi seemed to see through what she was thinking, and smiled: "It's fine if you don't take it off."

He Lu completely gave up on tweaking.

"Close your eyes."

She obediently closed her eyes.

When the eyes are closed, the sense of touch in the invisible world is infinitely magnified.

She could feel a pair of warm hands gradually climbing up, palms down, covering her, pushing up slowly and gently, pulling outward, and closing in on the center.

Toss and turn.

Her breathing became unnatural, and she tried her best to hold it back, although she knew that her face must be flushed red now.

"Do you usually do a breast self-examination?" Mo Yiyi's voice suddenly sounded when He Lu's mind was confused.

He Lu bit his lip, trying to make his voice as usual: "No, I haven't done it..."

The hand that was down to the waist suddenly pushed up, and used a different technique, kneading and kneading the surrounding area more carefully.

He Lu said "Yeah", and was forced to open his eyes, his eyes were a little moist, and said softly, "...Yiyi?"

Mo Yiyi lowered his head and said softly, "See if you have any nodules. Did you only do this in B-ultrasound before physical examination?"

At this moment, He Lu can only say: "Hmm..."

The latter happened naturally.

A small night light beside the bed illuminated the silhouettes of the two falling on the wall, witnessed by the pale moonlight behind the tulle.

He Lu finally lay in the bathtub, his body was limp, and he leaned against Mo Yiyi's arms, letting her scrub himself.

She muttered in a low voice: "You lied."

Mo Yiyi's voice sounded behind his ears: "Where are you lying?"

She complained: "You didn't intend to apply body lotion to me at all, hum..."

The person behind smiled: "I'll paint you again later."

He Lu immediately alerted, and refused: "No, no, I don't want it anymore."

"This time I only apply body lotion."

"..."

Good things come in pairs. The next day, He Lu received a message from editor Fu Ling, saying that a publishing house took a fancy to her previously completed romance, and attached Jinjiang's copyright editor QQ, asking He Lu to join her to negotiate a contract.

The copyright editor is called Bai Zhi, and Mo Yiyi found out that she is also the copyright editor, and she is quick and reliable.

He Lu never thought that one day he would be able to publish. The whole process of communicating with Bai Zhi was dizzy. Let He Lu pay attention to check it out.

He Lu waited happily. The Jinjiang company is in Beijing, and the intra-city express delivery only takes a day or two.

But after three days passed, the contract was still gone.

He Lu felt strange, and searched the courier number given by Baizhi, and found that it had been signed for, and the address was the home address left when he signed the contract with Jinjiang.

He Lu also hoped that his mother had received the contract, and when he asked the courier company, the three characters "He Huaiyi" were written on the receipt provided by the other party.

"..."

There was no other way, He Lu could only bite the bullet and call his father.

When the phone was connected, she was very nervous, and asked cautiously: "Dad, did you receive a document sent to me at home?"

On the phone, He Huaiyi's voice was very calm: "Well, you can get it at home."

It's okay, okay, it doesn't sound like he knows the contents of the file.

He Lu felt more at ease and hung up the phone.

The next day, He Lu went home to pick up the courier. As soon as the door opened, He Huaiyi sat in the small side room next to the living room. He heard the sound and put down the newspaper, as if he knew that He Lu would come today. He picked up a stack of documents next to him and walked to the sofa in the living room ,sit down.

"Come in."

He Lu glanced left and right, his mother was not at home, so he entered the room awkwardly.

Ever since she revealed to her family that she was out of the closet, she still has a little reluctance to be alone with her father, and she knows what he will probably say without guessing—it must not be what she wants to hear.

"sorry."

Unexpected opening remarks.

"..."

He Lu was at a loss for words, and looked at He Huaiyi almost stunned. He took off his glasses and wiped them, slowly put his nose back on, and handed over the document bag.

He Lu took it over, and heard him say again: "First, I wanted to say I'm sorry, but the courier was dismantled without your consent, and you are about to publish it. Good thing, good thing."

After he finished speaking, he was silent for a while, and spoke again with difficulty: "Secondly, I want to say I'm sorry, Dad... I'm not a good man, I let you down, and I'm sorry for your mother."

He Lu didn't know what to do after hearing this, she just wanted to come over to get something, but she directly faced this long-absent confession, or rather, she didn't expect it.

"Only that one time, later your mother found out that I took it easy. She has been complaining about me for so many years. I have nothing to say. It should be. I, I didn't know about it. You already knew about it. Maybe I was with you I don't have the majesty of my father in my heart, I admit it."

He Lu bit his lip, but still didn't say anything.

"But I don't want you to think that there are no good men in the world because of this. There are always... there are good men, there must be."

Hearing this, He Lu understood the purpose of his confession today, and felt very sad in his heart, but he still said bluntly: "Dad, I don't know if you still have feelings for Mom, or if you really liked Aunt Du back then, but I chose to return to the family out of a sense of responsibility. There are mistakes, but they are not heinous, and they will not make me disappointed in men. I choose to be with her only because I like her and we are willing to live together."

"No, you don't understand—"

He Lu interrupted him: "I'm here to talk to you today, and I can only talk about when you are willing to accept it. Dad, I seldom talk to you, so I just talked about it today. Even if my mother has expressed her willingness to support me, I will There is no intention of forcing you to accept it."

He Huaiyi was stunned for a moment, then...

"What I want is not just acceptance, but completeness, your blessing as a father to your daughter's happiness. Dad, I want your blessing." He Lu's voice was soft but firm.

A few days later, when the Dragon Boat Festival was approaching, He Lu asked Mo Yiyi what he meant, and told his mother, let's celebrate the festival together this year.

Mother He didn't refuse.

He Lu happily looked up how to make zongzi on the Internet, bought glutinous rice and zongzi leaves, and bought some small stickers to decorate the house as if it was about to celebrate the New Year.

Mo Yiyi was surprised when she got home, laughing that she made it look like a new house in the past.

"It's a new house." He Lu said solemnly.

The day of the Dragon Boat Festival was Saturday, and Mother He arrived early. After entering the house, she noticed that the layout of the house was quite different from the last time she came. Although it was more smoky than the previous model room, but——

The cups on the counter were stacked in random stacks of two or three, unlike last time when they were neatly unified in stacks of three.There are also open and unclosed magazines on the coffee table, the pillows on the sofa are not arranged one by one, and so on.

She suppressed the slight disappointment in her heart, and entered the door with a gift. He Lu came to her side to help carry the things, and said to Mo Yiyi who was in the kitchen, "Yiyi, mom is here."

"You and your aunt sit in the living room for a while, and dinner will take about 15 minutes."

He Lu took his mother to sit in the living room, smiled and unloaded the heavy boxes in his hands: "Do you still care about these etiquettes when you come to me, mother, just come directly."

"Rules are rules." Mother He sat down and leaned over to clean up the magazines on the coffee table.

He Lu pursed his lips and snickered, understanding her point, turned around, and drummed up the pillows on the sofa one by one.Thinking of her father, she asked in a low voice, "Dad, he still doesn't want to come?"

Mother He said: "He said he was going to have a meeting today and he would go home at night, but I didn't tell him."

These days, He Huaiyi's attitude is murky, neither accepting nor strongly opposing.

He Lu snorted and didn't ask any more questions.

The main character of the Dragon Boat Festival is zongzi. Mo Yiyi is not good at cooking, so he cooked the meat zongzi and bean paste zongzi made with He Lu a few days ago, added some Western-style light meals, fried veal steak and foie gras, and prepared some Salad and fruit.

After serving it on the table, I greeted the two people in the living room to come over.

Mother He happened to receive He Huaiyi's WeChat at this time.

[The meeting in the Ministry is temporarily canceled, I will go home for lunch at noon]

She replied: [I spend the holidays here with my daughter]

There was no sound over there, Mother He thought for a while, and then replied: [Are you coming? 】

no reply.

She put away her mobile phone and put it aside, looked at the dishes on the table, and said with a smile: "Is there any wine at home? It's always comfortable to drink some during festivals."

Rice dumplings with wine?

He Lu couldn't imagine it, and was stunned.

It was Mo Yiyi who took the initiative to get up and fetch a bottle of red wine, and poured a glass for the three of them one by one.

"Happy holidays." The three women toasted at the same time.

The rims of the cups touched lightly, the wine swayed, and the mellow aroma of the wine lightly wafted into the air.