The afternoon sun shone warmly on the fallen leaves. A milky white bench was placed alone under the tree. A few leaves fell on it, and when the wind blew, they rolled down.
"Where's the lady?" Ye Hen asked the maid serving Qiu Mo as soon as he entered the door.
"It's in the backyard." The maid replied hurriedly and respectfully.
He put his half-taken-off shoes back on, then turned and walked toward the backyard.
This large garden was specially chosen for her when he bought the villa. He knew that she liked quietness by nature, and she also liked this tranquil natural scenery, and maple trees could not survive in Iceland.
Stepping on the path covered with fallen leaves, Ye Hen saw the faint shadow sitting on the swing under the tree from a distance. Her white skirt kept dragging on the soles of her feet, covering her feet. A few flaming red flakes fell on the corners of her skirt.
The maple leaves swayed as she gently swayed on the swing.
She held a book in her hand, a biography she had recently become obsessed with. She wore a white hairpin on her head, gathering her naughty bangs so that she could have a wider view.
Ye Hen looked at it quietly for a long time, and finally walked over quietly. She was so absorbed that she didn't even hear his footsteps until he put his arm around her shoulders from behind and asked softly: "Does it look good?"
Qiu Mo was startled at first, then calmly turned over the pages of a book, and the fragrance of ink in the book quietly entered her nose.
She asked: "Why did you come back so early today?"
She rarely spoke to him in such a calm tone, without resentment or accusation. Ye Hen tightened his arms, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and said intoxicatedly: "Come back to stay with you."
With that said, he took the book out of her hand domineeringly, and smiled at her little dissatisfaction: "I said I would play with you on the swing, and I must keep my word."
He fixed her hands and pushed them gently.
The feeling of floating made people feel like they were about to fly away. A slight smile appeared on her face, as beautiful as a dream.
This smile encouraged Ye Hen to push her harder, and then watched the swing swing higher and higher.
She finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. The laughter was like spring water in an empty valley, not stained by a drop of earthly tackiness, but jumping happily on its own.
Hearing her laughter, the corners of his mouth also turned into a smile.
Her skirt was flying in the sky, surpassing the vast clouds and the white doves spreading their wings. He quietly remembered this scene, as if he had returned to a distant memory, as if they had been so happy a long, long time ago.
Tired from playing, Ye Hen took her into his arms and said, "We've had enough time to bask in the sun today. Let's go back to the house and don't catch a cold."
Qiu Mo hummed and took her book from his hand.
In fact, they haven't spoken to each other for a while. Ever since the incident with the broken flowers, Ye Hen seemed to be angry. Apart from arranging the maid to take care of her daily life, he never said a word to her. Today he finally couldn't help it.
Yes, he secretly admitted defeat in his heart. As expected, he felt inferior to Chang Xing.
During the meal, Qiu Mo was forced by him to eat a small bowl of rice because he said she was too thin and uncomfortable to hold.
"I'm going to play golf with a friend tomorrow, and I'll take you with me." Ye Hen put down the bowl and chopsticks and said.
"I don't want to go." Qiu Mo was not very interested in that kind of sport. The most important thing was that she didn't know how to play.
Ye Hen walked around the table, squatted down in front of her, held her hand and coaxed her: "You are exhausted here every day. There is nothing wrong with going out for exercise. If you don't like to play, there is another one there."
At the racecourse, I can find someone to teach you how to ride a horse."
Qiu Mo had never ridden a horse before, so this aroused her interest. Looking at Ye Hen's expectant eyes, she nodded slightly.
"My good Momo." He raised his head and kissed her. His thin, cool lips rolled over her slender neck, creating red plum blossoms. He was greedy for it and absorbed it, but he did not dare to let himself get too excited.
His desire was too much, so he had the patience to wait until Ziyang had researched the antidote for Huachan. By then, he would make her accept him willingly.
As for Ye Hen's affection, Qiu Mo seemed to have long been numb, just waiting quietly for his lips to leave her body.
"I'm tired." She said to the man whose eyes were still blurred.
"Okay, I'll take you to bed."
She did not object because objections were ineffective.
She can obviously walk, but he just likes to carry her around. Sometimes even she is tired, but he still enjoys it.
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The golf course Ye Hen chose is a suburb that takes two hours to drive to.
Although it is almost late autumn, it is still green here.
In the broad field of vision, countless small lakes are circled into bays, like large white flowers dotted on a green velvet blanket.
Several golf carts were driving on the lawn, and a caddy wearing a white sportswear picked up the ball from a distance.
Ye Hen was changing clothes in the dressing room, while Qiu Mo sat boredly on the sofa in the VIP room, flipping through the magazines on the table for entertainment.
After a while, Ye Hen walked out of it. He changed into casual clothes, a light gray lapel long-sleeved T-shirt, beige sports pants, and a white ball cap. He looked dashing and elegant.
"Momo, are you sure you don't want to play?" He put his hand on the sofa beside Qiu Mo and leaned down to ask her.
Qiu Mo shook his head, "You go and play, I'll wait for you here."
"Okay, there is an outdoor resting pavilion outside. You can sit there and watch me play."
As he spoke, he took her hand and walked out. She hurriedly put the magazine in her hand back where it was and followed his footsteps.
Sitting in this pavilion, it is equipped with soft cotton fabric sofas, glass coffee tables, and a variety of drinks to choose from. From this position, the entire stadium can be seen, and the line of sight is very wide.
Ye Hen's friend had already arrived. When he saw Qiu Mo from a distance, an expression of surprise suddenly appeared on his face. This woman was as pale as a lotus, as beautiful as a painting, as poetic as intoxicating, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
He wanted to watch for a while, but Ye Hen beside him was obviously dissatisfied. He pulled his arm and said, "Play ball."
He then reluctantly withdrew his gaze, not only was he envious of Ye Hen's beauty, but also where did he find such a stunning beauty.
Qiu Mo was not interested in their sports at all. She sat on the sofa, holding a hot water cup in her hand and admiring the scenery of the stadium.
At this time, her eyes suddenly fell on the golf cart in the distance. The white golf cart was running on the green ground like a beetle. Her eyes were tightly locked on the man driving the golf cart, who was just a faint figure from behind. She
You can identify him accurately.
Her heart seemed to be lifted into her throat, and she felt that her breath was rapid.