What was surprised was not the man's voice, but the sound was a bit familiar.

He walked towards Mo Han, took the drink he handed over, and held the bottle cap, only to find that it had been unscrewed.

Zhou Miaoyu was slightly stunned, and only heard Mo Hanman ask casually: "Does Feiye look for you?"

After drinking a drink, she did not answer the question, "What did Mr. Li say?"

“Maybe a little difficult.”

They came here together to the suburbs for a field of Platycodon flowers.

Mo Qing likes Platycodon the most and hopes that all flowers of her wedding will be used. This is not a small number. You must find the entire flower field.

Zhou Miaoyu asked someone to contact him and found this place. He came to talk about Platycodon with Mo Han during the weekend.

"I'll talk about it later. If it really doesn't work, just exceed the budget. Vice President Mo should be able to help the bride take over." She chuckled and looked at him with her head tilted.

That looks a bit playful and cute.

Mo Hanqing couldn't help but nodded, feeling the dryness in his throat, so he quickly stopped starting, "Yes."

"Okay." Putting the drink aside, Zhou Miaoyu raised his head and closed his eyes, "It's better to have the air in the suburbs and the weather."

However, after an hour, Zhou Miaoyu had to withdraw this sentence, saying about the good weather.

"Ah Yeh!"

Rubbing her nose, she looked at the rainy sky sadly.

Who would have thought that after finally getting into the matter of Kikyo, he was about to return to Ancheng when he encountered this sudden heavy rain.

A coat on her shoulders fell on her with a strange smell of man.

"Hey?" Zhou Miaoyu was stunned, pinched the corner of her clothes and looked at the man wearing only shirts beside her, "Aren't you cold?"

Mo Han looked up at the sky, revealing his angular side face as if it was an ice peak, "No, you should wear it."

Zhou Miaoyu shrank his body into his clothes and whispered: "Thank you."

He quietly curled the corners of his mouth, and Mo Han suppressed the colorful bubbles in his chest.

"I don't know when it will stop." As she said that, she reached out to the eaves and caught the raindrops in her slender palm.

Mo Han turned to look at her, and was fascinated.

"Sir, Miss, come in."

Behind him, Mr. Li, the owner of the flower field, said, "Come in and sit."

"May I?"

"Of course. Come in quickly."

Mr. Li cooked hot tea and prepared some snacks.

After drinking hot tea and warming up his body, Zhou Miaoyu smiled and said, "It's really causing you trouble."

Mr. Li smiled and said it was okay, and said, "It's raining, and it's probably not easy to walk back to the city. You might as well stay here for one night."

"ah?"

The two looked at each other, and Gu was stunned.

Perhaps Mr. Li misunderstood, she and Mo Han were not in that kind of relationship.

"We, let's wait until the rain stops, and then leave when the rain stops."

"Every time it rains, the road back to the city will be blocked. Even if you drive there, you can't get out. I have free rooms here. It's more important that you make do with one night."

Licking his lips, Zhou Miaoyu frowned.

Here, stay overnight? Or with Mo Han?

No matter how you think about it, it feels awkward.

Mo Han was silent, his expression on his face was faint, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

During supper, the rain still didn't stop.

It is obvious that the rainy season has not yet arrived, so why has the rain been going on for so long?

Standing by the window, Zhou Miaoyu looked outside anxiously.

Even if the rain stops now, it will be dark.

She couldn't help but ask Mo Han to go back with her. It seems that she was destined to spend the night here today.

"Is it that bad?"

Suddenly, a male voice came.

"What?" Zhou Miaoyu turned around and was startled.

Mo Han didn't know when he was standing behind him and was so close to him.

She subconsciously took a step back and pressed her back against the window.

The cold glass made her fight a cold war.

Mo Han looked at her and then looked at the rain curtain outside the window, "Is there anything wrong with being with me? Are you so uncomfortable?"

"No, no." He let out a breath, and always felt that Mo Han was strange at this moment.

She said it wasn't too much for the specific reason.

Standing side by the window with him, they didn't say anything for a long time.

Very embarrassing.

This is Zhou Miaoyu's only feeling.

His fingers brushed his hair on his shoulders, and his quiet little face showed fatigue.

She moved her almost numb calves and couldn't help but speak: "That, I'll go back to the room first..."

Before he could finish his words, his wrist tightened.

"Mo Han?" Her face filled with surprise.

Mo Han did not let go of her wrists, and stared at her eyes, saying "There is only one room."

"What?"

“Only one room is available.”

"I sleep, I sleep on the sofa."

"There is no air conditioner here. If you sleep here on rainy nights, you will catch a cold."

"That……"

Isn't that necessary, let her sleep in the same room with him?

This kind of old-fashioned plot should at least allow the ambiguous man and woman to experience it, rather than people like her and Mo Han, who are half-mature and unfamiliar with each other.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Mo Han took a step further, lowered his eyes and spoke in a deep voice.

I wasn't afraid at first, but I was a little scared when you are now.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I feel more uncomfortable.

"I, I'm not, Mo Han, look, do you want to let go of my hand first? It actually hurts when you pinch me."

After a while, Mo Han let go of his hand.

Zhou Miaoyu turned sideways, rubbed his wrist, and thought about whether he would do everything possible to escape.

"I won't do anything to you." Mo Han said, turned around and left.

"Ms. Zhou? Haven't gotten rest yet?"

"Ah, right away, right away." Zhou Miaoyu smiled awkwardly and stood up from the sofa.

"Then, take a break early." After Mr. Li said that, he turned around and entered his room.

The rain stopped.

When I opened the window, I felt a very fresh earthy smell coming towards me.

Zhou Miaoyu shrank his shoulders and stared at the dark night in a daze.

Shan Feiye did not call again.

This must not be his style either.

Looking down at the phone in her palm, she suppressed her urge to hit her.

"Miaoyu."

Mo Han's voice suddenly came.

Zhou Miaoyu's back stiffened and he slowly turned around.
To be continued...