Hold on to the owner

The door of the study room was ajar, and the authentic English that slipped out of the door from time to time showed that Yan Moqing must be having a video conference with La again.

Wuhen waited quietly outside, and when the sound inside the door stopped and everything returned to silence, he raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly: "Mo Qing, it's time to eat."

"Come in." Yan Moqing's voice carried a rare laziness, maybe the place of home itself has a unique magic that makes people unconsciously relax.

"Dinner ready?"

Yan Moqing looked up at Wuhen, put down the pen in his hand at the same time, spread his arms and stretched: "Exactly, I'm a little hungry too."

Yan Moqing got up from his seat, but Wuhen stood there without moving.After all, it was the first confession in his life, so the inexperienced Wuhen felt a little uneasy.

Do you want to make some foreshadowing and say something?Or give Mo Qing some hints first?

She was thinking like this in her heart, but she really didn't know what to do best, so she didn't say it or didn't say it for a while, so she just stood there and started a daze.

"No trace?"

Yan Moqing stared at the apparently absent-minded face in front of her for a while, stretched out her slender fingertips and tapped her smooth forehead, puzzled, "What are you thinking?"

"Oh...no, nothing."

Wuhen blushed in embarrassment, and muttered: "I... I'll ask you to eat."

"I know, you said it just now." Yan Mo smiled at Yan Yan, and joked along the way: "Why are you so young, you don't have a good memory like an old man like me."

Wuhen's face turned even redder. Although he knew it was a joke, he still couldn't help but retort: ​​"You are not an old man, Mo Qing is the youngest and most beautiful in my heart."

Yan Moqing was stunned for a moment, and she suddenly realized that Wuhen, like that boy Yan Shuai, would say a "love story" from time to time, even if he had a high IQ It is difficult to tell the truth from the falsehood myself.

What's so good about being handsome?Do you still hope that Wuhen also likes and worships herself as a sister?Yan Moqing's heart was mixed for a moment, and he was so confused that he almost couldn't grasp the truest thoughts in his heart.

Forget it, what are you thinking about, let nature take its course!Yan Moqing sighed inaudibly, bypassed Wuhen and pushed open the door: "Let's go."

Wuhen hadn't figured out what to do next, but saw that Yan Moqing was already heading into the hall.

She hastily turned around and chased after her, just about to say something to tell Yan Moqing to walk slowly so as to give herself some time to prepare, when the person walking in front suddenly stopped.

Did you see yourself dressed in the living room?I don't know if Mo Qing will like it, what if she doesn't like it, will she reject her confession because of it?Probably not, Mo Qing is not such a person who pays attention to appearance, she should like him...

In Wuhen's heart, it can be said that there are thousands of turns in a moment, and countless thoughts rush through his mind without any clue or method.

She was a little nervous, and wanted to go around to see Yan Moqing's expression at this time, but she was afraid of seeing the other person's dislike or even anger, so she should wait behind her all the time, but she couldn't hold back the urgency in her heart.

At this moment, Wuhen suddenly felt that he was very much like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced in the courtroom. He wanted to hear the high-ranking official make a verdict as soon as possible so that his heart that had been hanging on him would be relieved, but he was afraid that the result would not be the same. What I wanted, full of expectations turned into deep disappointment.If it is really like that, it would be better to never know the result...

Fortunately, Yan Moqing didn't make her suffer for too long, he frowned for a while and then turned his head to look over: "What is this for?"

She is not stupid, she arranges it so meticulously, she just wants to surprise herself at first glance, maybe, maybe she will take out a bunch of beautifully packaged flowers in the romantic atmosphere created by candlelight dinner like in some dog-blooded idol dramas Send an affectionate confession with fresh flowers... Oh, if you are lovers who have confirmed their relationship, now there may be a valuable diamond ring hidden in the table that you are eating, about to eat, or have already eaten. in the food...

Although this plot is a bit clichéd, it is really useful because women are born to be such a magical species that loves romance and surprises very much.

Yan Moqing was no exception, she couldn't help being happy when she saw the scene in front of her, but the only thing that made her happy was the thought of the possibility of Wuhen, it was possible...to confess to her...

can you?There shouldn't be such a plot as a candlelight dinner in ancient times, right?The deliberately dimmed candlelight, the warm yellow candlesticks scattered throughout the hall, the faint scent of flowers... Yan Moqing frowned uncertainly: These are really not things that Wuhen could think of, would they? Could it be that I think too much?Maybe she just learned these new tricks from somewhere, so she found herself to accompany her in a big show?

Yan Moqing's eyes shone slightly, even though the light was so dim, it couldn't block the brilliance in her eyes at all.The eyes mixed with anticipation, joy, eagerness and a trace of uncertainty seemed to be the brightest star in the sky at the moment, so bright that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Wuhen stared blankly for a long time before replying, "Eat... eat, nothing to do."

"What are you doing for dinner?" Yan Moqing casually pointed to the candlestick closest to her.

Yeah, doing this... for what?This Yan Shuai didn't teach me, how should I answer?

Wuhen's brain was spinning rapidly, and he grabbed the first thought that came to him without even thinking about it: "Uh...in our era...candles were always lit at night, I...just want you to feel ...No, nothing else..."

Yan Moqing lightly raised the lower eyebrow: such a lame reason, she has to believe it to be a ghost.

"En." She nodded slightly as a reply, and walked towards the restaurant.

Wuhen came back to his senses and hastily followed him, pulled away the seat before Yan Moqing sat down, bent down and made a gesture of invitation like Yan Shuai had taught him during the day.

Yan Moqing stared at her movements for a while, and then a thoughtful smile appeared on his face.

"Where's the meal?" The person seated stared at the red wine in the center and the goblet in front of him, looked up at Wuhen and said, "Shouldn't there be steak?"

"Ah?" Wuhen was stunned for a moment: "How do you know?"

Yan Moqing stared at her surprised face, pursed his lips and smiled for a while, then replied casually, "It's nothing, I guessed."

"Oh."

There was no trace of him, according to the plan, first poured the sober red wine into the two goblets on the table, then turned around and went into the kitchen to bring out the fried steaks and put them on the table one by one.

"It's still heart-shaped?" Yan Moqing seemed to be in a good mood. Since entering the restaurant, he had been wearing a smile that was neither deep nor shallow. He looked at Wuhen with joy and at the same time was a little puzzled: This is too different from the usual Mo Qing, could it be that the plan was seen through by accidentally showing his feet?

Probably not, Wuhen frowned and thought: She didn't disturb Mo Qing in the slightest during the whole plan, so logically speaking, she would never be discovered.

"Why are you in a daze?" Yan Moqing held up the wine glass and shook it, watching the crimson liquid in front of him, which had a special brilliance under the weak candlelight, splash on the wall of the glass and slide down little by little, leaving traces. There seems to be no imprint.

Putting her lips to the rim of the glass and taking a sip, Yan Moqing deliberately asked, "I remember you said you didn't like my drinking, so what are you doing tonight?"

This question once again successfully baffled Wuhen, what does it mean to lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot, isn't it talking about her now?

"Uh...you can drink a little when you're with me...and, Yan...oh, no...they say red wine is good for your face, and it's suitable for women..."

"They?" Yan Moqing held the cup in one hand, looked at Wuhen with his chin in the other, deliberately picked out a word from her words and asked, "Who are they?"

"Secret, and Xiao Zhao..."

Wuhen was a little guilty, and unconsciously lowered his head, a little afraid to look at Yan Moqing's eyes that seemed to see through everything.

"En. What they said makes sense." Yan Moqing smiled and looked at the person opposite who was about to bury his head under the table. As usual, he cut the steak on the plate in front of him into small pieces that were easy to eat. , raised her hand and handed it to Wuhen to replace her untouched plate.

Wuhen blushed and thanked, picked up a fork and ate a piece in a concealed manner, and commented in a low voice: "En...the taste is not bad."

Her appearance was so cute that the smile on Yan Moqing's face deepened unconsciously.Someone followed suit after eating a piece, and said casually: "Well, it's really not bad."

Wuhen was ridiculed countless times by Yan Moqing this night, and seemed a little annoyed. He raised his eyes and gave her a light stare, protesting dissatisfiedly: "Moqing!"

"It's not bad!" Yan Moqing remained unmoved, and raised his fork again with a smile to take a bite: "I'm just telling the truth, why are you angry?"

"I'm not angry, I..."

"How are you?"

"I……"

Wuhen and I didn't know what to say for a long time. She vaguely felt that something was wrong with the current situation, but she really wanted to tell her, but she couldn't.In short, she was the one who was going to confess, but it seemed that it was Mo Qing who had always been in the active position. I was led by the nose all the way, and I almost didn't even know how to proceed with the plan.

Forget it, let's just cut into the topic directly, otherwise, I don't know where I will be led astray...

Wuhen straightened his face, tidied up the neckline and hem of his clothes a little nervously, and finally grabbed the wine glass beside him and took a big gulp to strengthen his courage.

Everything was ready, she bent down, quickly took out the flowers prepared in advance from under the table, walked slowly to Yan Moqing and squatted down halfway, her bright eyes were at her level, every word was slightly a little bit Douyin said: "Mo Qing, I like you!"