"HMM... I found it. It's nothing. I'm just a little uncomfortable. I sat down on the roadside to have a rest. Well, go back when you're ready. You don't have to disturb the program group or the doctor. It should be an old problem. Just have a rest. "

Nanyue lowered his voice, roughly finished with Li Meijun, hung up the phone and put away his mobile phone.

Then he turned his head slightly to the pair of dark eyes that I didn't know when to open.

"Mr. Sheng, can you let me go?"

Sheng Jingheng looked at her quietly and didn't move for a moment. They were very close and almost snuggled together.

But the night is just right, and the corner here is dark. We can't see each other clearly.

South Vietnam looked calm as usual, so there was no warm and ambiguous atmosphere.

After a while, Sheng Jingheng straightened his back, slightly let go of his hands, the temperature dispersed, and replaced by the cool evening wind.

South Vietnam moved a little, and was held with a stiff left hand, and then stood up.

Seeing Sheng Jingheng still sitting, she subconsciously stretched out her right hand to him: "I'll pull you."

Sheng Jingheng raised his eyes to take a faint look at her, then ignored her hand and stood up: "thank you."

Nanyue didn't care and took back his hand at will: "since it's all right, go back. Sister Li and Ling Hao are worried about you."

"Yes." Sheng Jingheng responded in a low voice and looked at her as if nothing had happened. She took the lead in drilling out. In her eyes, a trace of complex emotion flashed.

She didn't ask anything.

But she can stay here intact and make him recover as usual so quickly that she can't be unaware of anything.

"Miss Sheng?"

After South Vietnam went out, he took a few steps and found that Sheng Jingheng didn't keep up.

Sheng Jingheng pressed his mind, pushed aside the trees and went out. His eyes fell on her face, and turned to her long, soft hair with a rubber band pulled off.

Seeing that he was all right, South Vietnam turned back and said, "let's go. They're waiting for us to go back to dinner."

"Wait." Sheng Jingheng approached her and raised his hand to her.

Nanyue looked up calmly and looked at him. After he took out the small leaves hidden in his hair, he clearly pulled his hair: "thank you, Mr. Sheng."

"You're welcome." Sheng Jingheng folded his hands and the leaves fell into the palm of his hand.

Immediately, he looked at South Vietnam again and tidied his hair a little to see if there were any missing fish.

"Nothing to ask?"

Nanyue gave a meal in his hand, then naturally hung down, shook his head and said, "no, I have secrets, Mr. Sheng, you also have secrets. It's fair that you don't ask me and I don't ask you. "

Sheng Jingheng took a deep look at her and determined that he could not really see through her, so he lowered his eyes and looked at the hand he held lightly.

A moment later, he chuckled, "you're right. You seem more mysterious than me."

Nanyue coughed softly and said, "so please, Mr. Sheng, keep it a secret for me."

Sheng Jingheng raised his eyes: "OK."

"I will, too, keep my mouth shut." Nanyue raised his hand and zipped up his lips. He was very cute and flawless.

When she said this, she was actually saying that if he didn't keep it secret, she would make his secret public.

He looked down on her from beginning to end.

Aware of this, Sheng Jingheng was not angry, but rather happy. The corners of his lips and fundus of his eyes could not hide his smile.

After a moment of confrontation, they tacitly embarked on the way back.

"Why did you come to me?"

"Of course it's because I'm worried about Mr. Sheng. If I turn around, Mr. Sheng will certainly come to me."

"... well."