Married and fell in love with Bai Yueguang, the protagonist

Hearing the words, Mo Junyi didn't mean to hide from his aunt, and replied honestly: "It's my new friend, named Su Xingtong, you should have seen it on TV."

Mo Qinglian almost choked on Apple, and she waited for a long time before she said in shock: "Su Xingtong?! The one who played "The Years of the Leading Flower"?"

Mo Junyi didn't watch dramas very much, and nodded hesitantly when she heard her question: "It should be."

Mo Qinglian couldn't help but urged: "I have never seen such a big star in my life, let me see it again, hurry up."

Mo Junyi had no choice but to take his phone into the kitchen with his aunt.

Su Xingtong was washing vegetables by the sink, and it seemed that his technique was quite skillful. Mo Qinglian watched his back through the mobile phone and did not dare to make a sound.

When Su Xingtong heard the footsteps behind him, he thought it was Mo Junyi who had finished his phone call and came to cook, so he turned around unpreparedly, and saw Mo Junyi standing there with his mobile phone in a daze.

Seeing this, Mo Junyi explained: "My aunt is your fan and wants to talk to you again."

Mo Qinglian didn't recognize him through the screen just now, at most he was just a fan of passers-by.

But Su Xingtong would never refuse even if he was just a fan of passers-by, but the current situation is different.

This aunt also bears the identity of Aunt Mo Junyi. According to the news Su Xingtong learned, Mo Junyi grew up in his aunt's parents, and this is obviously the same as his mother. Isn't this just... see parents?

Su Xingtong looked at Mo Junyi pitifully, but it was hard to say no to him, so he could only look at him helplessly, hoping that he would understand what he meant.

It's a pity that Mo Junyi understands, but although this person looks indifferent and strict on weekdays, some people in the police station even want to walk around him when they see him, but sometimes there is nothing good in his heart, such as right now.

The more Su Xingtong looked at him pitifully, the more Mo Junyi wanted to tease him.

So he deliberately said: "If you don't speak, it will be regarded as your acquiescence."

After saying that, he walked to Su Xingtong's side very naturally, the distance between the two was so close that Mo Junyi could wrap his arms around the shoulders of the person beside him as soon as he raised his hand.

In fact he did that too.

This action is intimate or not, it is not as close as that between partners, and it can be interpreted as friendship between friends, but it is obviously untenable to say that there is no ambiguity in the current atmosphere.

At least Su Xingtong couldn't frankly regard this action as an action between friends. His eyes widened slightly, and he froze in Mo Junyi's arms.

His eyes have been praised by his fans for a long time. "Bright as stars" at the beginning refers to his eyes that are as bright as nebula, and now they are slightly wider and more radiant.

Seeing this, Mo Qinglian couldn't help sighing: "You...you are Su Xingtong, right? You really deserve to be a big star, hey, how can my nephew He De be so lucky to find a friend like you... Hey, it seems Something is wrong..."

Su Xingtong was so nervous that his heart was pounding, and he put on a dignified smile as if he was going to Paris to receive an award: "Auntie, you are so amazing."

Seeing this, Mo Qinglian boasted again, and finally couldn't help but conclude: "It is said that the mother-in-law loves her son-in-law more and more. This is true."

Su Xingtong had heard this common saying before, but he never thought that it would be used on Mo Junyi and himself one day, so that he even forgot to be nervous, and subconsciously looked at Mo Junyi beside him, thinking that this Is it possible that she can still be raised by you as a daughter?

Perhaps seeing the doubts in his heart, Mo Qinglian explained with a smile: "You don't know, I have been wanting a girl since I got married to Jun Yi's uncle, but unfortunately I couldn't have one. Fortunately, I have a stinky nephew to make do with. At first, I wanted to raise her as a daughter, but since I was young, this brat didn’t look like a girl at all except for being good-looking, so I hate it.”

Seeing that Mo Qinglian was shocked by Su Xingtong's beauty, she couldn't speak well, Mo Junyi couldn't help but said: "You have seen it too, and my uncle's chicken soup is probably also good, take a look?"

Mo Qinglian joked with a smile: "Yo yo yo, this is the beginning of driving people away. They say that there is such a thing as forgetting mother. The ancients will not deceive me."

Su Xingtong's face turned ashamed when he said those two sentences, but Mo Qinglian didn't really say the word "daughter-in-law". He couldn't refute even if he wanted to, so he could only lower his head in embarrassment.

Seeing that Su Xingtong was being bullied, Mo Junyi withdrew his hand from the shoulder of the person beside him and said, "Happy New Year, hurry up and eat, our meal hasn't been cooked yet."

Mo Qinglian hurriedly said: "Happy, happy, speaking of this, you plan to come back in your twenties during Chinese New Year?"

The new year refers to the lunar year. Mo Junyi thought for a few seconds and said, "Maybe I have to work overtime. Let's talk about it later. It won't exceed 28."

"Yes, then we'll clean the couch at home and wait for the young master to come back." Mo Qinglian smiled and glanced at Su Xingtong next to her, and then added, "We also welcome big stars to come and play during the Chinese New Year."

Being called suddenly, Su Xingtong nodded quickly and said, "Mmm, Happy New Year, Auntie."

Seeing that he was so good-looking and so polite, Mo Qinglian couldn't help liking him in her heart, and gave Mo Junyi a cryptic look before hanging up the phone, which meant: "Hurry up and get it before the Chinese New Year."

Mo Junyi pretended he didn't see it, so he hung up the phone instead.

After hanging up the phone, the two of them tacitly did not mention what Mo Qinglian said just now.

Mo Junyi put down his phone and went to wash his hands. Seeing that the dishes next to him had been washed and neatly stacked, he looked at Su Xingtong with some surprise.

Su Xingtong finally found a way to change the subject, and quickly explained that his cooking skills were actually not good, but when he left home in his teens, he learned some simple cooking techniques outside, although the finished product can only be used to wrap belly, but he is still good at simple things like washing and chopping vegetables.

So the New Year's Eve dinner that night was cooked with the joint efforts of the two.

Although this table of New Year's Eve dinner came late, it was full of color and fragrance. Mo Junyi didn't show anything special on the surface, but in fact he used his full cooking skills to treat this table of delicacies.

Fortunately, there was no such bad atmosphere as Banpo losing his chain.

Facing a table of dishes, Su Xingtong couldn't help but said: "This is the first time I celebrate New Year's Day in the past few years..."

Mo Junyi raised his eyes to look at him when he heard the words, Su Xingtong's expression softened obviously: "Such a rich dish...can I take a photo and post it on Weibo?"

Mo Junyi nodded: "Of course."

Full of joy, Su Xingtong took out his mobile phone and took several photos. After studying for half a minute, he found that each one was good-looking, so he fortunately sent all the photos.

"Sorry for the long wait, let's start." Su Xingtong smiled with indescribable happiness, "Mo team, happy new year."

"It's a bit rusty to still call Team Mo." Mo Junyi reminded.

Su Xingtong was stunned for a moment, then his voice became softer: "Then...Jun Yi, Happy New Year?"

Only then did Mo Junyi respond: "Well, Happy New Year."

Su Xingtong felt that the number of times he blushed this day was probably more than the sum of the previous 20 years. He raised the drink in his hand and clinked the glass with Mo Junyi as if covering up.

At the same time, in the sky outside the window, fireworks representing the New Year burst out.

The small New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve came to an end with the continuous blooming of fireworks.

After the meal, the two went to take a bath one by one. Su Xingtong brought a lot of daily necessities this time, including his pajamas, so he didn't wear Mo Junyi's clothes when he took a bath this time.

Mo Junyi had no objection to this, he took a shower first, while Su Xingtong was taking a shower, he was processing the documents that Liu Minghua had just sent him in the study.

He had just finished dealing with it, and Su Xingtong, who had showered and blown his hair, suddenly knocked on his door.

Mo Junyi was stunned for a moment and said, "Please come in."

Su Xingtong was wearing a silver-white silk pajamas, holding a not-so-thin notebook in his arms, and in front of him was a pair of thin-rimmed glasses that Mo Junyi had never seen him wear before.

The freshly washed hair was not particularly dry, and the water droplets from the ends of the hair slowly fell with his movements, dripping on the collarbone and flowing into the neckline along the nape of the neck.

Mo Junyi's breath was stagnant, but the instigator hadn't noticed it at all: "Well... there are some problems in the script that I don't quite understand, are you free now?"

Mo Junyi's eyes darkened for a moment: "Yes."

Hearing this, Su Xingtong's eyes lit up, he hurried in with the notebook in his arms, and closed the door very politely: "Then excuse me."

The structure of Mo Junyi's study room is quite special, behind the desk is the bed, and it is also very close to his chair.

Su Xingtong walked over to him with the notebook in his arms, not knowing where to sit, Mo Junyi said casually when he saw this, "Just sit on the bed."

Su Xingtong obediently sat down at the bedside closest to Mo Junyi. Mo Junyi turned off the computer, moved the stool back a little, and looked down at him almost next to Su Xingtong.

Su Xingtong was immersed in thinking about professional knowledge, he didn't realize at all that in such an ambiguous space late at night, the distance between him and Mo Junyi seemed a little too close.

Su Xingtong turned the notebook in his hand to a page, pointed to one of them sideways to Mo Junyi and said, "The original script is still on the set, and I can't get it out now. These are the notes I made."

After Mo Junyi responded, Su Xingtong looked down at his notes and asked, "It's just this short paragraph. When I was filming, I always felt that there were some logical problems, and I couldn't grasp some details. Could you please take a look at it for me?" ?”

Because there is heating at home, Mo Junyi likes to roll up his sleeves when he is in pajamas for office work. When Su Xingtong turned slightly sideways, the tip of his hair inadvertently swept across Mo Junyi's raised wrist, and the faint fragrance permeated in the dark night, gradually wrapping People around him.

Hearing that the people around him didn't reply for a long time, Su Xingtong subconsciously wanted to look up at Mo Junyi, but the two of them were too close. As soon as he raised his head, his lips coincidentally brushed against Mo Junyi's. Mouth.

The warm and soft touch and the indescribable atmosphere in the dark night made the two of them suddenly quiet down.