"Young man is too naive and always blushes." Zhao Qingqing said and climbed onto the bed and lay down.
Her hands and legs were restlessly resting on Mu Mu's body, her posture was very swaying.
Mu Mu was used to her having to crawl into her bed every night and treat her obscenely before going back to her room to sleep.
She put her hands on her lower abdomen and lay quietly, her mind in a trance. She was thinking about the phone call she made today.
Thinking about it, she looked sideways at Zhao Qingqing and asked tentatively: "Did you have a crush on Luo Jian at the beginning?"
Zhao Qingqing denied, "How could I have a crush on him? How could I have the idea of being a third party when he has a fiancée? Isn't that self-abuse?"
She never thought about whether she fell in love with Luo Jian. She could just treat him as an idol. She was a fan.
There is no such strong desire to possess him.
I just miss you occasionally, it's the kind of faint miss that doesn't hurt or itch.
Mu Mu asked in a serious tone: "What if you fall in love? Then you are not a third party."
She has never had the heart to point it out and let Zhao Qingqing think in that direction for herself and Luo Jian.
Afraid of her getting hurt.
Hey, sometimes the more you are afraid of, the more likely it is to happen.
Just like she was once afraid that he would leave her like her parents...
But now besides Luo Jian, she doesn't know who to entrust Qingqing to. Who is more suitable? Who is more capable than Luo Jian?
Zhao Qingqing was stunned by Mu Mu's hypothetical question.
What if they fall in love? Then does she count as a third party? Yes, she has never thought about this question, but how can Colonel Luo fall in love with her?
But this... is impossible.
Do idols fall in love with fans?
The probability is very small.
Thinking about it, she shook her head, "No way, we can't fall in love."
"Go to sleep." Mu Mu turned off the light, turned his back to Zhao Qingqing, and said no more.
Late at night, it was eerily silent outside.
The petite figure climbed from the second floor window to the neighbor's yard wall.
By the moonlight, she walked very quickly on the courtyard wall.
She stopped next to an old tree next to the courtyard wall, then climbed up the tree vigorously, and fell from the tree to the ground.
This is the end of the village, on the mountainside. She can't go down to the head of the village, she has to climb over the mountain.
The route was unfamiliar and it was night, so it was very inconvenient to walk.
Every time she walked a short distance, she would squat down and look around.
After walking on the mountain road for about half an hour, a beam of light suddenly shone in front of her. She instinctively turned her head to block the light with her hands.
Then a man's voice came from that direction, speaking in a local dialect. Mu Mu couldn't understand what the man was saying, but the voice sounded familiar.
Ayuan!
She remembered that it was A Yuan, the young man who went to her uncle's house today.
The light of the flashlight is getting closer and closer, and so is the sound.
Mu Mu hid in the grass and looked at the person walking towards her. When she brought him closer, she saw his face and it was indeed him.
She just wanted to respond aloud.
Suddenly two more voices came from behind.
"There's someone over there, go and take a look."
"quick."
The two male voices spoke English.
This place uses English…
Mu Mu felt a thump in her heart and secretly thought it was not good.
"Who?" the person behind asked.
The sound was obviously closer than before.
A Yuan had already reached her side. Mu Mu closed her eyes and risked her life. He stretched out his hand from the grass and pulled A Yuan down on top of her.
‘Ah’ A Yuan was frightened and threw the flashlight one meter away.
