The Cannon Fodder and Her Mr. Right

The light from the store door enveloped the two of them, and the man turned his head, just falling on the woman's lips.

The two crossed their necks, and under the blurred lights, there was a different kind of compassion.

Mo Yanyang tightened her arm and whispered softly: "Uncle Wu, I'm so happy. I haven't been so happy for a long time. It's always you, so good!"

Just when she gradually fell in love with Xie Xize, just when she wanted to get a certificate from him and want to live with him.

When he got the news, Mo Yanyang felt that all the barriers in his heart were gone.

Fifteen years ago, when she was about to suffocate, the one that lifted her out of the water, the vague figure, the shout in the ear, all were him...

Five years ago, she was also in a daze, and when she was not awake, the man she threw down, she always thought it was her mistake, but she never did.

In the depths of her heart, her buried memories are all from him.

This seems like a fate.

Her life is closely related to him.

Neither of them noticed the pair of eyes in the store, and they all looked at them gossiping.

Even Xie Beizhao, who has always been serious and poker-faced in his old age, couldn't help but keep looking at them at this time!

Xie Fengmian hurriedly picked up the phone, facing the two, snapped a picture!

He lowered his head to see La Tiao, quickly covered his eyes, picked him up, and walked a few steps to a dining table where the entrance of the store could not be seen.

He asked: "Little cousin, are you unhappy?"

La Tiao hugged her chest, but didn't smile: "Happy? A wild man ran to get your goddess, would you be happy?"

Xie Fengmian was stunned, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, he turned his head and glanced at Lan Dongzhi.

She sat there alone, peeling garlic with Xiao Chu.

After coming to Jinchuan, she seemed to have always been face-to-face, and never painted heavy makeup again. She seemed to finally retreat from the mask of Xiacheng and become a real self.

In fact, Xie Fengmian really likes Lan Dongzhi now. She used to give him an indescribable sense of distance. Even when she deliberately teases him, he feels distance. She is like a erratic wind. He can't catch it!

Dare now, she was wearing an apron, sitting there, doing things she probably wouldn't do before, the light fell on her, and there was an indescribable tranquility.

La Tiao snorted: "What are you looking at?"

Xie Fengmian came back to his senses: "Cough...I... can't you see my goddess?"

Spicy Tiao: "Of course not, you are not watching it anymore, you are... harassment in your eyes!"

Xie Fengmian: "..."

Just as she was talking, Xie Xize came in with Mo Yanyang holding hands, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes couldn't hide the joy and sweetness.

Xie Xize said to her: "Come with me."

"What are you doing?"

"Wash your hands!" Xie Xize's eyes swept across Xie Fengmian.

After speaking, he took Mo Yanyang's hand and went directly into the back kitchen.

The warm water flowed between the fingers, Xie Xize grasped her hand and washed it one by one, and washed away the smell of other men that did not belong to him.

Mo Yanyang called out: "Uncle Wu..."

"Ok!"

Mo Yanyang called again: "Uncle Wu..."

"What are you doing?"

Mo Yanyang blinked: "Nothing, I just want to call you."

Where she could not see, Xie Xize's lips raised.

Xie Xize took out his handkerchief, wiped Mo Yanyang's hands clean, lowered his head and dropped a kiss on her palm,

"In the future, except for me..."

Mo Yanyang replied: "Never touch another man again."

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