Xingyu Street

Mo Xiaoyu didn't understand what he was worrying about, and the expression on his face was half understanding.

But when he heard Duan Xuyan say that because Fang Tu wiped his sweat, he was sad, so he pursed his lips, put his face close to kiss Duan Xuyan like a bird drinking water, and said softly while kissing: "Xuyan, don't be sad, Xiaoyu will take care of herself." Wipe the sweat, let Xu Yan wipe the sweat, don't let others wipe the sweat..."

Duan Xuyan closed her eyes and enjoyed Mo Xiaoyu's kiss, and the corners of her mouth began to rise unconsciously, "Really?"

"real."

Duan Xuyan stretched out his hand to hug Mo Xiaoyu into his arms, lowered his head and bit the soft white ear, "Why is my Xiaoyu so good?"

Mo Xiaoyu's cheek was pressed against his shoulder, and he didn't try to avoid it even when he felt itchy, "Xuyan will always like Xiaoyu the most..."

"Well, Xuyan has always liked Xiaoyu the most." Duan Xuyan raised his wrist and looked at the time as he said, "Xiaoyu, it's time for us to go home and pack our things."

Mo Xiaoyu leaned against his shoulder and didn't move, but asked suspiciously, "Why?"

Duan Xuyan said softly: "Tomorrow is Hengxin's birthday, we are going to celebrate his birthday."

As soon as Mo Xiaoyu heard the four words celebrating birthday, she straightened up and withdrew from Duan Xuyan's arms, her round almond eyes brightened, "Heng Xin is going to have a birthday!"

Mo Xiaoyu's birthday memories are full of joy and goodness. Whether it's when his grandma bought him chicken cakes when he was a child, or when he was in Xingyu Ancient Town not long ago when his grandma celebrated her birthday, Mo Xiaoyu is very happy.

In his eyes, birthdays are very fun and fun, so when Duan Xuyan said that Qiao Hengxin was going to celebrate his birthday, Mo Xiaoyu was as happy as if he was going to celebrate his birthday.

Duan Xuyan smiled and reached out to touch Mo Xiaoyu's face, "We, Xiaoyu, are so happy? Have you decided what birthday gift you want to give Hengxin?"

Mo Xiaoyu shook her head, "No."

"Will you paint for Hengxin?"

"...Hua Hengxin?"

"Hengxin will like it."

When Duan Xuyan said that Qiao Hengxin would like it, Mo Xiaoyu nodded. After returning home, he found a brush and paper and sat in the living room to start painting.

Duan Xuyan packed his and Mo Xiaoyu's clothes in the room, found all the things that might be used and put them in a bag, and went downstairs to find Mo Xiaoyu when they were almost packed.

"Xiao Yu, is the painting finished? You should take a bath."

Mo Xiaoyu was sitting on the edge of the coffee table concentrating on drawing, but didn't hear his voice, not only didn't respond, he didn't even raise his head.

Seeing that Mo Xiaoyu didn't respond, Duan Xuyan walked towards him after going down the stairs, knelt down beside him softly, put his arms on the table and turned his head to watch Mo Xiaoyu draw.

What was drawn on the white drawing paper was a Q-version villain in a black suit, his expression and demeanor were exactly like Qiao Hengxin, and there was a big birthday cake and flowers of various colors on it.

Mo Xiaoyu drew very seriously, with her mouth slightly pursed.

After Duan Xuyan watched him draw for a while, his eyes slowly moved from the drawing paper to Mo Xiaoyu's side face, and then completely froze.

The profile of Mo Xiaoyu's face is very delicate, the line from the bridge of the nose to the chin is beautiful but not feminine, the long eyelashes are like a small fan, gently opening and closing with the movement of Mo Xiaoyu's blinking from time to time.

Duan Xuyan looked at it for a while, and after a few minutes, Mo Xiaoyu put down the paintbrush in his hand and let out a sigh of relief. He subconsciously looked up to find Duan Xuyan.

Duan Xuyan was sitting next to him, and when he saw him raise his head, he stretched out his hand to gently pinch Mo Xiaoyu's chin, turned his face around, and kissed the rosy lips deeply.

A gentle and long kiss.

When Duan Xuyan let go of Mo Xiaoyu, Mo Xiaoyu's eyes looking at him were already a little wet.

Duan Xuyan couldn't help kissing those almond eyes, and said softly: "It's hard for us, Xiaoyu, to paint for Hengxin without washing or eating, Hengxin is so happy, Xuyan is going to be jealous of him. "

Mo Xiaoyu pursed her lips and smiled shyly and turned her head to show Duan Xuyan the finished painting, "Xuyan, Xiaoyu finished the painting."

Duan Xuyan took the painting and looked at it carefully, nodded and praised Mo Xiaoyu, "The painting is really good, Xiaoyu has improved again, and the painting is getting better every time."

Mo Xiaoyu was a little shy by Duan Xuyan's praise, she leaned her head on his shoulder, and pressed it straight into his neck, her soft hair rubbed against Duan Xuyan a little itchy.

But no matter how itchy Duan Xuyan was, she didn't dodge it, she just smiled and put down the painting in her hand, "Xiaoyu, it's time for us to get ready, take a shower and change clothes before going out for dinner."

Mo Xiaoyu hummed but didn't move.

Duan Xuyan didn't urge him, but head to head with him, "Is Xiaoyu sleepy?"

As soon as he finished asking Mo Xiaoyu, he opened his mouth and yawned slightly.

"Shall we sleep in the car for a while?"

"……Um."

"Then Xiaoyu can take a bath with Xuyan now?"

This time Duan Xuyan waited for a while before hearing Mo Xiaoyu's answer.

He took Mo Xiaoyu's hand to stand up from the ground, and led him all the way back to the master bedroom on the second floor, and waited for Mo Xiaoyu to come out after washing and changing his clothes before he went in with his clothes.

After seven o'clock in the evening, Duan Xuyan closed all the doors, windows and lights in the villa, carried a small luggage bag and led Mo Xiaoyu into the garage.

Qiao Hengxin's father's holiday estate is on the outskirts of City A, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the drive takes about an hour and a half.

Duan Xuyan didn't have time to cook at night, so he found a shop selling wontons on the road, and took Mo Xiaoyu to eat a bowl of fresh shrimp wontons before driving on the highway.

Qiao Hengxin and Yao Qing set off earlier than him, about [-] minutes earlier than him, so Duan Xuyan was still on the way when they arrived.

Mo Xiaoyu was really sleepy. Not long after getting in the car, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. He slept all the way to the holiday manor, and he didn't wake up when he arrived.

Duan Xuyan didn't wake him up after stopping the car, and sent a message in the group.

——Xiao Yu fell asleep.

Qiao Hengxin replied in seconds - the room is ready.

—Well, come and help me with my luggage, I can't spare my hand.

——OK

Duan Xuyan sat in the car and waited for a while before Qiao Hengxin, who was dressed in black, came out of the brightly lit villa with his mobile phone.

When Duan Xuyan saw him, he opened the door and got out of the car, walked around to the passenger seat, opened the door and carried out the sleeping person inside, and said to Qiao Heng: "The bag is in the back seat, help me carry it."

Qiao Hengxin walked over to look at the person in his arms, and said hey, "It's good to sleep, so as not to get motion sickness on the road."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Xiaoyu, who was soundly asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and stared blankly at Qiao Hengxin.

Neither Duan Xuyan nor Qiao Hengxin thought that he would wake up suddenly, and they were stunned for a moment.

Mo Xiaoyu looked at Qiao Hengxin without speaking.

After a while, he suddenly said in silence: "Heng Xin, I wish you a happy birthday."