Today is Also a Mudslide That Crosses the World

Xing Yun spent a while tidying up the hall, looked at the music scores she had collected on the coffee table, and turned to Mo Qingxun:

"Mr. Mo, should I put these scores and lyrics in the study first or keep them here?"

Generally, things created by artists like to be tampered with by people they don't trust. Xing Yun has a good sense of proportion. She didn't mess with these precious inspiration manuscripts.

Mo Qingxun, who was full, put away the dishes and chopsticks in a good mood, and planned to go to the kitchen to clean them.

It's also good to leave a better impression on the little assistant.

Thinking of this, Mo Qingxun, who was about to gradually forget what the kitchen looked like, accidentally dropped the plate in his hand when he heard Xing Yun's voice.

With a crackling sound, Xing Yun was taken aback, and Mo Qingxun was also frightened for a moment.

Xing Yun ran to the kitchen and saw her boss who was about to squat down to pick up the debris with her bare hands, her heart stopped for a moment.

"Mr. Mo! Don't touch it!"

Xing Yun ran over and grabbed Mo Qingxun's hand, stopping Mo Qingxun's subconscious behavior.

It seems that what Brother Jie said, Mo Qingxun is a natural fool, and he is not lying to her.

Xing Yun's eyebrows were tinged with worry, and she carefully checked Mo Qingxun's exposed skin, especially her face and hands, and was relieved to find that there was no injury.

And Mo Qingxun looked at the wrist held by Xing Yun, the natural coldness on his handsome face faded a bit, and his expression was a little dull.

He didn't seem to hate being touched by Xing Yun, nor did he hate being looked at by her.

After seeing Xing Yun yesterday, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, and a lot of inspiration came to his mind, so he stayed up late yesterday and wrote many works.

When Xing Yun mentioned those songs just now, he was worried that when Xing Yun saw it, when he got nervous, the plate would drop from his hand and fall to the ground.

"Mr. Mo, just leave these to me, you don't have to do it yourself."

Xingyun pulled Mo Qingxun, who seemed a little sluggish, to stand up, pulled him to the sofa and sat down, after thinking about it, she took out a toffee from her pocket and handed it to Mo Qingxun, saying:

"Mr. Mo, eat a piece of toffee to calm the shock. I'm going to tidy up the kitchen. I haven't read those manuscripts. Mr. Mo should take care of these things himself."

Mo Qingxun blinked his eyes, his black and black pupils gradually gained focus, he looked at the candy handed over, and took it.

"I"

He just wanted to help her.

But sometimes he can't help being confused.

Mo Qingxun lowered her long eyelashes, concealing the flickering depression in her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

is his favorite flavor.

But because he wants to protect his throat, he can't actually eat too much sugar.

Of course Xing Yun knew it too, so she only gave him one.

"You are welcome."

Xing Yun bent her eyes, looking at such a cute Mo Qingxun, and wanted to reach out and rub his head like a conditioned reflex, but remembering their current relationship, Xing Yun restrained her movements again, and quietly withdrew it. hand.

Xing Yun turned around to clean up the kitchen, but Mo Qingxun behind her took her hand.

Xing Yun was taken aback, and looked back at Mo Qingxun with a dazed expression.

"that."

Mo Qingxun immediately let go of his hand, turned his head, and whispered with an erratic expression:

"The source of inspiration for those songs is you, so you can take a look."

Xingyun was taken aback again.

Did she hear correctly?

Didn't Brother Jie say that he is not sociable, has a low EQ, and is just a natural fool?

Good night.

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