Xingyu Street

Mo Xiaoyu's movement of pulling the cake plate away was very small, so small that she was teasing Duan Xuyan, at least Yao Qing, who was sitting directly opposite the two, thought so.

Looking at Mo Xiaoyu, who said he would not give Xu Yan any more, but actually did not dodge much, Yao Qing wondered if this was "flirting".

Only Duan Xuyan knew in his heart that Mo Xiaoyu's reaction was already very sad and unhappy, and he felt a little strange in his heart, because Mo Xiaoyu was not a person who would be really sad and unhappy because of such a thing.

Looking at Mo Xiaoyu's angry side face, Duan Xuyan was a little distressed and wanted to laugh, and he didn't care about the people around him watching him, so he moved his face closer and asked, "Is Xiaoyu really going to leave Xuyan? Not even a little?"

Mo Xiaoyu didn't even look at him, and moved the cake plate to the right with both hands, and didn't even eat the cake, just holding the fork in his hand.

When he moves away a little, Duan Xuyan moves closer, and calls him, "Xiaoyu?"

After yelling twice, Mo Xiaoyu pursed his lips slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he still didn't look at Duan Xuyan.

Duan Xuyan rested one hand on his knee and looked at the piece of Black Forest cake with his palm on his face. His slightly deep voice was full of envy, "Wow, this cake looks so sweet and delicious, I really want to take a bite."

Hearing this, Mo Xiaoyu turned his face slightly, his round almond eyes looked at the expression on Duan Xuyan's face very seriously, as if he was making sure whether he really wanted to eat, and then handed him the fork in his hand.

Duan Xuyan glanced at the fork and didn't reach out to pick it up, and looked at him with a disappointed expression and eyes, "Can't Xiaoyu feed Xuyan a bite?"

Mo Xiaoyu is very confident, not so easy to coax, "Xuyan didn't want it."

"Xuyan wants it." Duan Xuyan looked at him, and said softly: "If Xiaoyu doesn't give Xuyan, Xuyan won't eat, Xuyan is hungry."

Yao Qing, who was sitting opposite the two, almost laughed, and coughed twice as if covering his lips with a fist.

Qiao Hengxin's group didn't have that much interest in Mo Xiaoyu, and they didn't care much about what the two of them were chatting quietly, and the volume of their conversation was louder, and they didn't notice the movement on the other side at all.

Seeing that Duan Xuyan didn't pick up the fork, Mo Xiaoyu silently took the fork back, took a bite of the cake, and didn't intend to hand it to Duan Xuyan if he didn't want to eat it. He raised his eyes to look at Yao Qing who was sitting opposite.

Yao Qing was caught off guard and stared at him, stunned for a moment, "...you want to feed it to me?"

Duan Xuyan was also taken aback for a moment, he looked at Yao Qing, and suddenly understood, he said to Yao Qing: "Call me."

Yao Qing looked puzzled, "What do you call me?"

"What do you usually call me?"

"... Ah Yan?"

Hearing these two words, Mo Xiaoyu pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and put down the fork in her hand.

Seeing this, Duan Xuyan changed his hands from holding his face to covering his eyes, and his shoulders trembled slightly as he laughed.

Yao Qing looked blank, "What's wrong with me calling you Ayan? I keep calling you like that..."

Duan Xuyan put down his hand covering his eyes, with a deep smile on his face, and he was so handsome, he stretched out his right hand and gently pinched Mo Xiaoyu's slightly cool earlobe while talking to Yao Qing, "It's nothing, he just feels a little strange .”

Yao Qing didn't understand, "What's so strange?"

"It's strange that you are the only one who calls me that." After speaking, Duan Xuyan smiled and turned to look at Mo Xiaoyu, and asked softly, "Is it?"

Mo Xiaoyu didn't respond, nor did he avoid Duan Xuyan's hand pinching his earlobe.

Yao Qing couldn't figure out what this title had to do with him, and how it could have anything to do with him.

Duan Xuyan explained: "You are the only one who calls me that here. He will wonder why you are the only one who calls me that, and then wonders if I have a good relationship with you so only you can call me that."

Yao Qing understood, "Oh, I'm jealous."

Duan Xuyan squeezed the hand of Mo Xiaoyu's earlobe and lightly touched the smooth and fair side face with the back of his index finger, "It's not all because of his habit to feed me cake just now, it should be for you to see."

Yao Qing couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, "Did you do it for me? Make me jealous?"

"He doesn't think so, he just wants to prove to you that he and I have a better relationship." After speaking, Duan Xuyan withdrew the hand that pinched his earlobe and touched his face, and reached for the one that Mo Xiaoyu put down Take a fork, take a bite out of the sliced ​​cake, and feed it to Mo Xiaoyu's mouth, coaxing and assuring, "Xiaoyu and I are the best."

Mo Xiaoyu looked up at him, and Duan Xuyan's still smiling face was reflected in his dark eyes. The person who was a little sullen because of a title finally recovered his mood, and opened his mouth to eat the cake that was delivered to his mouth.

Yao Qing raised his eyebrows, and finally couldn't hold back what he wanted to say since Duan Xuyan and Mo Xiaoyu appeared, "Are you dating?"

Duan Xuyan was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at him in a daze, even the smile froze on his face, "What did you say?"

Yao Qing shrugged, "I just think that the relationship between you is too ambiguous, just like a couple, right...you are not as tired as a couple."

Duan Xuyan didn't speak.

Yao Qing looked at him and said, "Don't say you didn't mean that, the way you smiled just now, it's the first time I've known you for so long, I don't think even Heng Xin has seen it."

Speaking of which, Yao Qing glanced at Mo Xiaoyu who was eating cake with his head down, "He is very dependent on you, and you obviously enjoy it, but you...do you like him or...?"

The remaining words could have countless meanings, good or bad, and Duan Xuyan could probably understand what he was going to say.

The small sliced ​​cake was no bigger than a palm, and Mo Xiaoyu finished eating it in a short while. She wiped her mouth with a piece of tissue paper on the table, and then took the cup of warm milk to drink. The milk should be sweet. Because Mo Xiaoyu only took a sip before raising his brows happily, and there were milky white marks on his lips.

Duan Xuyan's eyes fell on him, watching his every expression carefully, he thought he knew Mo Xiaoyu well enough, even if Mo Xiaoyu frowned slightly, he thought he could understand what it meant.

Yao Qing's words came straight to the point, although Duan Xuyan was stunned but didn't realize it, because love is an instinct, and it has been flowing warmly in every detail of his relationship with Mo Xiaoyu.

He has been irrigating this small field of flowers with gentleness as a nutrient, watching it take root, sprout and grow vigorously, and then bloom a Mo Xiaoyu who trusts him, relies on him, and has only him in his heart.

Duan Xuyan looked at Mo Xiaoyu who was holding a milk cup, suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand and gently wiped off the milky white circle on Mo Xiaoyu's lips with his thumb, "Of course I like him, how can it be possible not to like him?" Doing so much for him just because you pity him."

The one who unknowingly gave his whole heart has always been him.

Hearing this, Mo Xiaoyu turned and looked at him suspiciously, with round almond eyes, "Huh?"

Duan Xuyan said softly: "Xuyan likes Xiaoyu the most."

Mo Xiaoyu pursed her lips and smiled shyly, her eyes were crooked, she laughed twice, "Xiaoyu also likes Xuyan the most."

Yao Qing rested his forehead with one hand, tapped his temples with his fingers, looked at Mo Xiaoyu's sunny smiling face, and said, "Do you think he can understand what liking is? Could it be that he has never met someone like you before?" ?Your gentle character is a big killer, not to mention him, even a normal adult may find it difficult to resist your watertight concern."

Duan Xuyan turned to look at him, but Yao Qing kept looking at Mo Xiaoyu.

"He met your 'Duan Xuyan' first, but what if he can meet the next 'Duan Xuyan'? Or he already had a 'Duan Xuyan' before you appeared, then he will still rely on you like now Do you like you? How do you make sure that he likes you, not your care for him? "