Chapter 97

"Are you still my sister?" Mo Siyuan looks at Luo Yusheng with a sad face.

"You are still my brother, coveting my body, waiting for my divorce." Luo Yusheng has no good airway.

Thinking of what happened just now, Mo Siyuan laughed awkwardly, "Oh, it's not forced by the situation. Besides, we grew up wearing a pair of pants since childhood. I've been holding on to you all my life. Aren't you busy?"

Snorted, Luo Yusheng thought about it, took a pillow and threw it to her, "I'll take a bath first, and you'll tell me a story later."

"Wipe! Do you still listen to bedtime stories? " Mo Siyuan shouts to Luo Yusheng's back, but she still honestly holds her pillow and thinks about how to tell Luo Yusheng a story.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help sighing, "it's the first time for me to tell a story."

In fact, if you think about it, it can only be regarded as an accident at first? Or, what do you mean?

It was a sunny morning. Mo Siyuan walked along the exotic street with her camera, capturing the pictures of the street from time to time.

Fresh air, let her whole people are comfortable, and walking, to the local famous Pigeon square.

As the name suggests, the most famous ones in this square are the white pigeons. Whenever someone walks by, they are not afraid and still walk leisurely.

Mo Siyuan stood in a corner of the square, took photos of the pigeons, and then chose to send one to her blog. As a travel photographer, Mo Siyuan has many fans on her blog, and many people come to buy her photos on weekdays.

Picking and picking, Mo Siyuan saw a man in the picture she took. He was a very handsome man with deep facial features. In the picture, he is concentrating on drawing on the drawing board. Although he didn't see how well he painted, just his face and spirit made Mo Siyuan score high.

"Painter..." It's not that Mo Siyuan has never heard that many painters love to come here to paint, but such a handsome painter really makes people want to move.

Mo Siyuan likes to play and make friends. She naturally goes to hook up with people she likes.

Moston is concentrating on painting on the drawing board, a lifelike dove on the paper, did not notice a person behind.

"This pigeon is so fat. There shouldn't be such a fat pigeon in the square?" Suddenly, a hand reached out to him.

Moston's eyes stopped on the finger and frowned slightly, but he patiently looked at the pigeon he was pointing at. The veins on his forehead protruded slightly. "Those are two."

"Two?" Mo Siyuan looked closer and found that it was really two, but because of the overlap, she thought it was a fat pigeon from a distance.

Immediately, Mo Siyuan laughed, "it's true that if there were such a fat pigeon, she would have been caught and roasted. If you want me to say, these pigeons must be very smart. They all keep slim. No one should stand out. "

Because of Mo Siyuan's sudden approach, Moston subconsciously slightly retreated a little, but still frowned to remind: "these pigeons are faith, no one will catch and bake them."

"Maybe the roast pigeon tastes good. Besides, there are so many pigeons. Can you know if one or two are missing?" Mo Siyuan said with a smile, and it was more interesting to see Moston avoid himself.

"I don't know, but not." Moston sank.

Straight up, Mo Siyuan looked at Moston in front of her with a smile, "you are really old-fashioned, but you look very cute."

“……” Being said to be cute for the first time, Moston didn't feel any joy, but felt very strange. For Mo Siyuan, who said she was cute, Moston didn't want to pay any attention.

Standing aside, Mo Siyuan didn't care about Moston's cold face, or as early as when she approached, she knew that most of them were not easy to get close to. But she didn't mind. She still spoke warmly on the side, even though the other side seldom talked to her.

At noon, Moston put away the paint. Mo Siyuan didn't even wear her name. She had to admit that this man was really cold, and she really kicked the iron plate.

With a silent sigh, Mo Siyuan thought that she was just passing by. Unexpectedly, three days later, they met again on the train.

Seeing Moston, Mo Siyuan's eyes brightened. When he saw Mo Siyuan, Moston felt tight subconsciously.

When he saw Mo Siyuan sitting next to him, Moston sighed silently. He didn't know where the luck came from. He was so lucky. I didn't realize that it wasn't Mo Siyuan who just bought the position, but she occupied the position first and changed with the other party when the owner of the position came.

Three days ago, the memory of being harassed for most of the day came back again. Moston met people like Mo Siyuan for the first time. Once he met those people, as long as he frowned, they would go away. And this man? If you stare at him, he can still smile and look at you all the time.

Tough!

"Well, where are you going?" Mo Siyuan tilts her body and looks at Moston, typical of sitting and not sitting.

Moston didn't speak. Because he was near the window, Moston looked out of the window. It seemed that the scenery outside the window was so charming that he didn't want to look back.Without a response, Mo Siyuan was not discouraged, with a bright smile on her face. At first glance, she was a sunny young man, but in Moston's eyes, she was a devil, or a talkative one.

"I don't look good outside. If you have the Kung Fu, you might as well look at me." Said, Mo Siyuan see Moston look over that eye, quickly cast a wink.

She didn't notice. Because of her words, Moston's face looked ugly. Because he suspected that he had met a similar person, and he was afraid of the same person!

"Where are you going to paint? Do you want to go to gisville, too?" Mo Siyuan asked curiously.

Hearing that word, Moston said coldly, "No

It was, but he decided to change places.

"Ha ha Deny so fast, you are going to the gissville snow mountain, aren't you Mo Siyuan began to laugh, which made Moston want to hit people.

However, Mo Siyuan continued: "don't be in a hurry to deny it. I know exactly where the train is going, and only gisville snow mountain can make you have the mind to write? But are you a tourist painter? "

"No Moston said faintly.

"Oh, don't rush to deny it. What are you not a tourist painter? I'm a tourist photographer, but I've traveled a lot. Speaking of all, I have a lot of scenery photos from other places. I've been through more than ten countries. Do you want to have a look? " Mo Siyuan said with a smile.

Moston didn't want to talk to Mo Siyuan, but she was really noisy. In order to avoid being harassed again, Moston had to nod her head.

Mo Siyuan opened her blog, which contains photos of every place she has been to, and it is also the most complete place, "Na, this is my blog, you can come to my home page to have a look."

Looking at the name of Mo Siyuan's blog, Moston nodded and directly opened his mobile blog.

The next second, a head came up, "you this blog head how nothing ah, a black."

Because she was so close, Moston couldn't avoid her and smelled the faint fragrance of her body. But the next second, Moston distanced from her grimly, "I don't like people getting too close to me."

"Who's used to stinking? A big man is not a woman. Women are chirping." Mo Siyuan said angrily, and finally complained about the subconscious use of Chinese, but she did not expect that Moston had learned Chinese since childhood.

So her words made Moston's face black again.

"By the way, what's your name?" Mo Siyuan asked again.

Moston just saw two photos, and then heard Mo Siyuan's voice. He was helpless, but he opened his mouth because he knew that if he didn't say it, she would be bored to death.

"Moston foster." Foster is his mother's surname, but the name of the flage family is too eye-catching, and he is afraid to let Mo Siyuan guess her identity.

"Moston..." Mo Siyuan is light read his name, "good coincidence, I also surname Mo, my name is mo Siyuan. If you listen carefully, are our names very similar in Chinese

After reciting their names in his heart, Moston found that they were really similar, but the next second, he frowned, "that's my name, my last name is foster."

"Oh, it's all the same, Moston..." Mo Siyuan read word by word, then said with a smile, "do you know which ancient Chinese saying I think of?"

"Well?" Moston was puzzled. How could his name be related to the ancient Chinese language? But his curiosity is true.

See Moston look over, Mo Siyuan suppress the smile of the corner of the mouth, a serious way: "with my surname crown your name."

"Old saying?" Moston frowned slightly.

"What the ancients said." Mo Siyuan is serious.

Mo Siyuan used to tease him because she didn't know Chinese. She deliberately said this sentence. She didn't expect that the next time Moston spoke fluent Chinese, "do you mean to propose to me? I'm normal and I don't like the same sex

“……” Although she didn't mean to propose, it was still a little painful to be slapped in the face.

But who is mo Siyuan? She is very cheeky. After a while, she forgot her embarrassment and continued to quarrel with Moston.

Until we know that at the foot of the snow mountain, Mo Siyuan gets off the train, and Moston is unwilling to get off the train.

During this time, Mo Siyuan has worn so much that Moston has to agree with her peers, and they play together in the snow mountain.

Before going up the mountain, Mo Siyuan looked at the painting tools on Moston's back. "You painters are very delicate and seldom exercise. Do you want me to help you carry these things? After all, it's OK to carry things. If things are too heavy for you, I can't carry you. "

Moston looks at Mo Siyuan, who can be called Petite in front of her. It's really hard to understand how she says she's petite, and she's afraid that she'll fall on his back in the end.

Moston, who was angry and happy, took the lead without saying a word. Mo Siyuan had no choice but to follow him.

Luo Yusheng is lying in bed listening to Mo Siyuan talking about what happened to them at that time. Just like Mo Siyuan said before, she is really begging for nothing.When Mo Siyuan is interested in a person, it's not fatal to stir up people. Luo Yusheng has seen it once, and now I can know how enthusiastic Mo Siyuan was to Moston when I met her.

It's a pity that someone is a ruthless woman who is unkind and indifferent. Now she's very efficient.

"What are you looking at?" Mo Siyuan turns her head and sees Luo Yusheng's eyes. She can't help but be angry.

"Look at the eyes of the scum girl." Luo Yusheng hummed softly.

Mo Siyuan was also embarrassed. "Don't say that. You know, I have no resistance to the boys in the art department. In particular, at that time, he was handsome and his painting was very charming. "

"And he's not handsome now?" Luo Yusheng muttered softly.

"That's not true, handsome or handsome, right..." Mo Siyuan thought about it, but she didn't come up with a better word. "I felt different, and I thought it was very interesting to tease him at the beginning."

Luo Yusheng directly helps Mo Siyuan to cover the coffin and convict him, "ha ha, so you are the slag girl."

Mo Siyuan also has no way, "slag on slag, anyway also like this."

"By the way, what you said before is that hearing is false and seeing is true. What did he see that you were a man? " In Luo Yusheng's opinion, Mo Siyuan's whole body is the most like a man's head.

The handsome face of a beautiful boy, coupled with the special hairstyle for Japanese teenagers, is quite handsome.

But in other places, they are thin and thin. Height, in boys, can only be regarded as the standard height of oriental men, not high.

What else? She doesn't have men's and women's.

"Don't you know?" Mo Siyuan smiles mysteriously and grabs Luo Yusheng's hand from the quilt. "Just feel it for yourself."

"Touch what?" Mo Siyuan's smile made him feel flustered. Luo Yusheng had a little uneasy subconsciously, "you just say it, you don't have to touch it."

"It's all women. Are you afraid I'll eat you?" Mo Siyuan is holding Luo Yusheng's hand.

After two struggles, Luo Yusheng wanted to cry without tears. "No, you say that. My brain is a little terrible. You tell me honestly, you didn't do any operation, did you? In order to avoid Moston, there's really no need to hurt your body. "

"EULA, do I look like that? Come on, feel at ease. " With that, Mo Siyuan took Luo Yusheng by the hand and went into her clothes

Luo Yusheng was shocked by the feeling that he had accepted it. "True or false..."

"Are you serious? I felt it myself and asked me, "is it interesting?" Mo Siyuan sniffed softly.

"Really No, fake It's a bit true, but it should be fake... " Luo Yusheng thought and muttered.

Mo Siyuan allowed her to murmur in that person, with a smile on her lips and a little complacency.

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