Every world I die young

The car passed by the toll booth slowly, and Mo Yinglan sat silently on the seat of the car without saying a word. From his dark and shiny eyes, one could see a faint reflection. The back slowly spread out.

It looked very strange, as if there was something attached to his back, faintly exuding his own special aura.

Deng Zepan didn't notice anything, he just felt that his mind was a little confused, and he was slow to think about things, but he only thought that he had discovered the feelings buried deep in his heart and couldn't accept it for a while, so he didn't pay attention to it. .

There was always a faint smile on the corner of Mo Yinglan's mouth, and she stared at Deng Zepan with deep meaning in her eyes as she drove all the way to a luxurious residential area, watching him considerately help her open the elevator door, and then watching him busy He arranged himself in the innermost room on the top floor of the villa.

However, although Deng Zepan was busy, whenever Mo Yinglan offered to help, he refused without hesitation. Deng Zepan's heart was full of sweetness. He had never lived in this place since he bought it. Deng Haochang didn't even know.

Although it is not far or close to Province H, it is inferior to Province H in terms of geographical location and economic development. Therefore, few people are willing to give up the luxurious life of Province H and choose a city that is lower in any level. start from scratch.

Deng Zebao didn't feel the slightest bit of resentment in his heart, and was even full of joy. It can be said that this unknown villa is simply a perfect creation of a world for two people.

Deng Zepan looked at the house he had arranged with his own hands in satisfaction. Although he had been busy for almost a whole day, he seemed to have endless vitality and never felt tired at all.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Deng Zebao looked up, it was getting late, and a full moon was in the sky, Deng Zebao was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was Qixi Festival.

Qixi Festival can also be said to be Valentine's Day...

With a creak, Deng Zepan turned his head. Mo Yinglan, who had just taken a shower, came out of the bathroom wearing a pure white bathrobe. He wiped his hair with a towel in one hand, and leaned on the wall with the other.

"Brother Deng, your slippers are a bit slippery, I really can't walk steadily."

The slightly complaining tone made Deng Zepan's whole body stiff, and his stiff tongue was knotted. Mo Yinglan frowned, and said angrily on purpose: "Brother Deng, I'm talking to you, why are you ignoring me? Are you indifferent? Let me tell you, which little girl do you have a crush on, and plan to value sex over friends!"

Deng Zepan replied blankly: "No, I don't have a girl I like."

Mo Yinglan smiled slyly: "He's a big guy and a single dog, don't you think you don't like women, you like men?"

Deng Zepan only felt his brain explode with a bang, he couldn't help the surge of emotion in his heart, and asked word by word: "Then if this is really the case, what do you think, do you think..."

Mo Yinglan leaned against the wall and wiped her hair nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, liking someone is not just liking, at least there is someone you like, unlike me, I have never liked anyone since I grew up."

Deng Zepan was stunned again, he knew that Mo Yinglan only took him as a joke and didn't take it to heart at all, but he couldn't help but take it seriously, couldn't help fantasizing that maybe Mo Yinglan really thought so, if If so, doesn't that mean that he is not wishful thinking, he actually has a chance?

An abnormal red color slowly rose from the bottom of Deng Zepan's eyes, "Xiao Zhu, come here." He said, his tone was very soft and low, as if he was trying to suppress something.

On the roof of a tall building, Shangguan Ce frowned. For some reason, he suddenly panicked just now, as if something was about to happen.