"Uncle, brother." Mo Jingyao greeted them. She seemed much quieter and calmer in front of Mo Changqing.
"Jingyao, why haven't you rested so late?" Mo Changqing casually asked with concern, "Young man, please don't stay up late."
"Okay, uncle!"
Mo Fan stood still and Mo Changqing walked past the girl and walked away.
Mo Jingyao watched him go downstairs, then looked away and met Mo Fan's eyes, "Brother."
"Where is Jiamei?" Mo Fan reached out and slapped her on the head, "Is she still chatting with her mother?"
"No, I took her back to the room. She is probably taking a shower now." Mo Jingyao took his arm and pulled him while walking and asked, "How are you doing?"
"What's going on?" Mo Fan turned to look at her.
"You and your sister-in-law still have a pure friendship? You are about to get married!"
Facing his sister's curious and gossipy gaze, Mo Fan was puzzled, "Did she tell you something?"
"..." Mo Jingyao didn't answer, looking at him and observing his expression.
Mo Fan thought, no way? Jiamei would tell her such a private matter?
"What are you thinking about?" Mo Fan pulled her hand away and knocked her on the head, "Don't guess about inappropriate things for children, be careful not to grow taller!"
Then Mo Fan walked towards the bedroom.
Mo Jingyao pouted and stood there looking at the back. When the back disappeared, her eyes curled up and she smiled evilly.
Hehe, no matter how innocent you were before.
After all, you won’t be pure again after tonight, right?
In a bedroom with a perfect and warm layout, Han Jiamei came out of the bathroom neatly dressed with wet hair.
Mo Fan happened to come in at this time, and he closed the door.
The sound of the door closing made Jiamei's heart skip a beat.
The movement of wiping hair stalled, and the steps also stopped.
The two people's eyes converged, and time seemed to have stopped, with a little awkwardness filling the air.
Mo Fan took a step toward her and noticed that she was not wearing pajamas, as if she was deliberately wrapping herself tightly. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
"Here, let me help you dry your hair."
Jiamei pursed her pink lips, and Mo Fan held her shoulders with both hands and brought her to a standing hair dryer.
Pressing the power button with slender fingers, warm and gentle wind blew out, and Mo Fan used his fingers to help smooth her hair.
Jiamei's eyes secretly fell on the big bed not far away from time to time... Are you going to sleep there tonight?
There is also a sofa chair in the room, but it is not convenient for sleeping because it is too short...
We are about to get married. Is it hypocritical if we sleep separately?
Will it affect your relationship?
But if she took the initiative to get into that bed and wanted to sleep with him by default, wouldn't it seem too unreserved?
Will your image lose value in his eyes?
Countless troubles surrounded Han Jiamei. She only cared so much because she fell in love with him.
"What are you thinking about?"
Jiamei suddenly raised her eyes and met his eyes.
Discovered that he had been looking at her!
His cheeks turned red and his throat felt a little tight, "I...I was wondering how I was going to sleep tonight?" I wasn't good at lying, so I confessed.
Mo Fan was slightly startled, and his gentle gaze fell on her wrist.
Then he couldn't help but smile, "You are wearing our Mo family's heirloom bracelet, and you are going to marry me the day after tomorrow, and you asked me how I can sleep?"
"..."
He looked upward, landed on her clean and fair face, and asked her, "Miss Han, what do you want? Are you going to allocate rooms before we even start?"
"..." Jiamei was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it!
I didn’t tell him about such a big thing like the bracelet right away. I was thinking about bed the first time!!
"Your mother gave this to me. She said she had taken good care of it for 30 years." Jiamei told him, "I even changed my name to her mother. She said it was a matter of time."
After hearing this, Mo Fan was very happy, "So good."
Jiamei raised her eyes and said, "Your mother seems to like me very much."
"Of course, this is called love the house and the bird!" Mo Fan was full of confidence, "Don't worry, my family is very democratic. Although there were stalemates in the past, that is all in the past."