Mo Jingyao held Yu Se's hand tightly, and then said softly: "We'll talk about it when we get home."
The man's voice was low and hoarse, but firm.
Then, he held Yu Se's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that she would run away in the next second.
He said, "We'll talk about it when we go home." This "go home" inexplicably calmed Yu Se's heart.
Home has always been a luxury for her.
Looking back now, although the Yu family's home was her nominal home, it had never been as homey as the home that Mo Jingyao brought her now.
Although they haven't obtained the certificate yet, they are not a legal couple yet.
But only when you are with him can you feel like home.
Only then can I have the warmth of home.
Yu Se stood quietly beside the man, her eyes falling on the two figures on the elevator wall. She was still wearing slippers, so Mo Jingyao was a full head taller than her.
She pursed her lips and said nothing.
The elevator goes up level by level, with people coming in and people going out.
She stood quietly by Mo Jingyao's side the whole time, making no noise or making any fuss.
Then, I felt that the big palm holding my hand was holding it tighter and tighter. It really was holding it tighter and tighter.
It was so tight that she frowned, "Mo Jingyao, it hurts."
Before she finished her sentence, Mo Jingyao let go of her hand suddenly, then moved forward and blocked the elevator door.
His tall back fell in front of Yu Se, and she felt a little embarrassed when she looked at his back.
Mo Jingyao was worried that she would run away as soon as the elevator door opened.
How cautious he was with her.
And this caution was only because he cared about her.
If you didn't care, you wouldn't be so cautious.
She never thought that the domineering president in the eyes of others would have such a side towards her.
Suddenly, my heart ached.
Sour and astringent.
Her eyes turned red and she suddenly raised her legs.
"Xiao Se." Her slight movement of shadow hit the elevator wall. Mo Jingyao saw it and became nervous. He couldn't help but call out, wanting to stop her, for fear that she would really run away from him.
Yu Se narrowed her eyes slightly, reached out from behind Mo Jingyao and reached in front of him, hugged his waist, and then pressed her face against his moist back, inexplicable tears streaming down her face.
come out.
Even if Zhu Xu was really his illegitimate son, it was before she knew him.
Since she has chosen to accept him now, she should accept his past.
Thinking about it this way, the tears flowed even more fiercely.
Anyway, I just want to cry.
Then cry.
This crying is more like a kind of catharsis.
It was also my first time to vent and release in the past two days.
She just hung on Mo Jingyao's body.
The elevator stopped.
The elevator opens.
The elevator is going down.
The elevator went up again from the first floor to the floor where the apartment was located.
No matter how many people came up or down, Yu Se leaned on Mo Jingyao's back without caring.
But this time when the elevator door opened, Mo Jingyao moved.
He broke away from her arms with a slight effort, and then, regardless of whether he was wet or not, he hugged Yu Se and walked towards his apartment.
Anyway, she is already wet now.
She held him in her arms for so long that the wetness from his body had long since spread to hers.
The moment he held her in his arms, he realized that the original wetness on his back had become a little thicker.
Looking down, Mo Jingyao's heart suddenly hurt, just because of his red and swollen eyes.
"Xiao Se, don't cry." He reached out to wipe her eyes, his fingertips were already trembling slightly.