Chapter 21 Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo is talking nonsense

Qin Yin raised her clear apricot eyes and met Mo Yichen's deep pupils: "Mr. Mo, what you are asking about... is this?"

For a moment, light and shadow intertwined.

The contours of men's facial features are more three-dimensional and neat.

He lowered his eyes, his complexion was cold white, and his long neck revealed the raised Adam's apple, which gave him a subtle sex appeal.

Her slender wrist was still held in his big palm. The girl raised her eyes with her heart trembling, and the tips of her ears felt hot.

So when she said he liked it, Mo Yichen spent 100 million to buy her a set of silver needles that she wanted?

Mo Yichen lowered his eyes and felt his throat was slightly dry.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Yin felt a man's magnetic chuckle coming from above his head.

After that, the man raised his hand and slowly rubbed her lower lip with his fingertips, again and again, with neither light nor heavy force: "Tsk, Qin Yin, otherwise what do you think I am asking?"

"Don't be moved. Taking a picture of the silver needle just gives you the right to use it."

The beneficiary is himself.

He didn't take the "Nine Lines of Sneaky Needles" just to win Qin Yin's smile.

"..." Zhou Weifu said: Mr. Mo is good at everything. It would be better if he was mute...

Qin Yin raised his eyebrows and ignored someone's harsh words.

The girl's eyes fell on the scarf around Mo Yichen's neck. The pure white scarf was embroidered with complicated and exquisite double-sided embroidery.

A cute cartoon red panda is embroidered on the front, and a runaway white rabbit is embroidered with exquisite stitches on the same area on the back.

Cute and warm.

It doesn't match Mo Yichen's "ferocious" temperament, but it miraculously has a unique contrast and cuteness.

She gave it to him yesterday.

At that time, Mo Yichen scanned the scarf in her hand with critical eyes and frowned: "Take it away, I don't need it."

Qin Yin's mouth narrowed and she said regretfully: "But I knitted this with my own hands. It took me two months..."

Every year after autumn, the weather in the imperial capital suddenly gets cold.

In the past, every October on Jun Siyu's birthday, the imperial capital would experience a cold wave.

She would start knitting a scarf for Jun Siyu two months in advance, and specially learned double-sided embroidery to make Fifth Brother happy.

She changes the look of the double-sided embroidery of cartoon characters every year, which she considers to be a little secret between her and her fifth brother.

But every year she gives out birthday gifts.

Jun Siyu was still flirting with her, but he was getting better and better towards Jun Tangyue, showing a blatant preference to her.

This year will be Jun Siyu's birthday in a few days. She has spent all her efforts to prepare this scarf, but she doesn't want to give it to her this year.

The scarf was brought back to Moyuan by her last move.

She looked at the weather and knew it was going to cool down again, so she couldn't help but want to give the scarf to Mo Yichen.

She knitted this stitch by stitch, and this time she wanted to use her hard work on people who deserve it.

When Mo Yichen heard this, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and his cold breath poured out instantly: "Qin Yin, are you giving me something you knitted for others?"

"Do you think this is a garbage recycling station?"

Who knows which wild man she once knitted stitch by stitch! !

Qin Yin's heart palpitated, and she couldn't help but pout aggrievedly, her eyes full of loneliness: "Sure enough, I shouldn't expect others to appreciate the thoughts that fifth brother doesn't like."

"Mr. Mo, I'm sorry."

She stayed up late at night to weave carefully, studying the essence of double-sided yin and yang embroidery, and devoting herself to designing cartoon patterns.

I just want someone to wear her hard work.

Let her know that her efforts have never been in vain.

Seeing her sincere apology, Mo Yichen's face became a little stiff.

It turned out that it was knitted for her brother...

"etc."

Mo Yichen knocked on the table and stopped Qin Yin from throwing the scarf into the trash can.

"Put it there, Zhou Wei may need it."

"..." Zhou Ving:? ?

Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo is talking nonsense!