Maple leaves, like red beans, can also express lovesickness. When the leaves are green, the people who love each other are still together, but when the leaves turn red, they are far apart.
Seeing the light gradually dimming in her eyes, Ye Hen's heart tightened and he picked up a few more leaves and gave them to her: "There is no such tree in Iceland. If you like it, I can have a few transported and planted in your yard."
inside."
"Not all places can survive, and so do people." She lowered her head to smell the leaves in her hand, but what she said made Ye Hen's expression change.
He knelt down in front of her, then held her face in her hands when she was surprised, and kissed her arrogantly.
Her lips were held by him forcefully and carefully, as if he wanted to express his possession and anger in this way. He would not allow her to say such words again. She just wanted to stay with him and was not allowed to go anywhere, no matter what.
Does she adapt or not?
Qiu Mo didn't resist and let his lips roll over hers. She just opened her eyes and met his gaze. Her eyes were as clear as the spring in the empty mountain. The more innocent her eyes were, the more arousing they were.
With the cruelty and dominance in the beast's body, he kissed her harder until her lips were red and swollen.
Hearing a soft sound and an inaudible moan, Ye Hen hurriedly released his hold on her big hand, lowered his head and asked, "Did you touch a wound?"
Qiu Mo's eyes were filled with water and she nodded slightly.
He immediately showed an annoyed expression and slid his fingers across the lips that were red and swollen from his kiss. "It's my fault that I hurt you. I won't do it next time."
He always said he wouldn't do it next time, but he got worse every time. She never dared to believe what he said.
"Momo, look, this is the swing I made for you." Parking the wheelchair under a maple tree, Ye Hen walked over and pulled the swing with his hands.
Seeing a drop of surprise in Qiu Mo's eyes, he said proudly: "When you get better, I'll play with you."
Qiu Mo reached out and touched the rope on the swing. The rope was thick and strong, with excellent safety performance. The wooden board under the swing was carefully covered with soft cushions, so that you would not feel uncomfortable when sitting on it.
Maybe it's the little girl's temperament. She liked swings when she was a child. Ye Hen tied many swings for her in Iceland so that she could go out and play at any time when she wanted to play. Moreover, no one else dared to touch her swings.
Seeing that she seemed to be interested in playing, Ye Hen strode over and picked her up from the wheelchair.
She asked in surprise: "What?"
He kept silent, but hugged her and sat on the swing together.
She doubted whether this swing could really bear the weight of two people, but deep down in her heart, she still believed in Ye Hen. This man rarely did things he was not sure of.
He held Qiu Mo on his lap, and he sat on the swing. He had never been on a swing in his thirty years of life, but for the beauty's smile, he was willing to go crazy with her once.
When the swing flew up, it was extremely high. Qiu Mo couldn't help but hugged Ye Hen's neck tightly. Although she was a little scared, she was still conquered by the feeling of flying. It was so close to the sky and the white clouds, and the swing fell.
, her heart sank again, and then flew high into the sky again.
She accidentally saw the man she was hugging tightly, with a doting smile on his face, and he seemed to be having a great time. When he saw her looking at her, he couldn't help but put his mouth on her forehead, softly
He said in a voice: "Momo, do you like it?"
She buried her head on his chest, feeling extremely complicated.
From now on, she will live with this man, entangled and entangled forever.
Another handsome face that was half cold and half evil appeared in his mind. He stood in the rain and called her name like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. She held an umbrella for him and he kissed her lips.
"Momo, you are willing to promise me, right?"
I thought I could start over, but it was fate.
"I like it." She said softly.
"I knew my Momo would like it." He swings the swing higher, but her heart has been thrown further and further away.
After getting off the swing, Qiu Mo's face turned a little pale. Ye Hen carried her back to the wheelchair and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
"The wound hurts a little."
"Let me take a look." He squatted down and untied her clothes skillfully. She blushed and reached out to stop him.
He raised his head and said: "Everywhere on your body belongs to me, what are you afraid of me looking at?"
She said nothing, but still maintained her resistance.
He pinched her little hand forcibly, then pulled her clothes away. Her chest was still wrapped in gauze, but half of her tenderness was still exposed. His eyes darkened a lot, and he lowered his head and kissed her softly.
"Momo, does it still hurt?" His head rested on her chest.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." She was eager to let him leave, and her face changed color anxiously.
Ye Hen was greedy for her scent for a while, then reluctantly left, buttoned up her clothes again, and said, "Momo, what do you want to eat? I'll tell the kitchen to make it."
"Anything is fine." Even if she had the appetite to eat, her heart was full of coldness. She really wanted to know how he was doing now, but knowing what she could do would only increase her sadness.
Leng Xiao, you must hate me, right?
The atmosphere in Leng's house had been depressing since the night Leng Xiao woke up. Even Carter didn't dare to make a sound. Liu Ma and some servants were very cautious in doing things, for fear of offending him if they did something slightly wrong.
Leng Ningyu came back later. As soon as he entered the door, he asked Liu's mother, "Where is eldest brother?"
"It seems that he is in the room and hasn't come out for a day." Mother Liu said worriedly: "Second Young Master, what's wrong with the Young Master? I think he's acting very strange."
Leng Ningyu didn't know what happened to Leng Xiao. He had a bad temper recently and his face was as gloomy as the sky outside.
He thought he was angry about TP5, but he didn't see him falling out with him.
He was pushed by his assistant and took the elevator to the second floor.
The door to the study was closed, and there seemed to be no one in his bedroom. He turned his wheelchair and walked forward until he saw a light coming from the ajar door of the room where Qiu Mo used to live.
Why is he in Qiu Mo's room?
There was only one bedside lamp turned on in the room.
The spoon carefully huddled in the corner, looking at the man sitting on the bed with a face as gloomy as the deep sea. It intuitively felt that he was in danger, so it had better stay as far away as possible.
It is not most concerned about the harm he will do to itself. What it is thinking about is that it has been eating only cabbage leaves and no carrots for several days.
It was thinking about the shape of a carrot when suddenly a pair of strong hands stretched out and pinched its neck.
Its rabbit eyes almost bulged out, and it felt like all it had left was the air coming in and no air coming out.