Disguised as a man, the chief pet of the president

Chapter 44

The evening wind blows, and the night in early spring is slightly cool.

She sat on a bench on the balcony, leaning back slightly.

The night sky was full of stars and was silent.

She closed her eyes slightly, how nice it would be if her world was always so quiet.

The cool wind brushed the broken hair on her forehead, it felt so good, Luo Xiaofan took a deep breath, and couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth.

"Da, da, da" faintly heard rhythmic footsteps, one could feel the strength and calmness of the master.

Luo Xiaofan restrained his smile and frowned.

"Mr. Mo, you are so leisurely and carefree." Luo Xiaofan stood up and changed his smile before turning around.

After so many years, I still recognize his footsteps...

"It's too noisy down there." He said something casually, without looking at Luo Xiaofan, he didn't know if he was talking to her or talking to himself.

Mo Yinfeng went straight to the balcony and folded his hands on the jade platform. At this time, his suit jacket had been receded, and inside was a snow-white shirt, the neckline swaying slightly in the night wind.

Looking at the back view, he looks casual and lazy, but Luo Xiaofan saw his profile from the side.

His eyes are still cold and wise, as if he is in control of everything, there is no smile on his face, and his slightly frowned eyebrows seem to show that there is something he can't figure out. His sharp eyes look down at the city, even the colorful fans The chaotic lights seemed to surrender under his feet.

Such a man—

"Don't disturb Mo Dong to enjoy the night view, I'll go first." Luo Xiaofan didn't want to stay with him, so he found a reason and wanted to leave first.

"It's okay."

Mo Yinfeng didn't turn around, but spit out these two words clearly. '

Luo Xiaofan froze in place for a moment, was he talking to himself?
Now she is in a dilemma, whether to leave or stay.

The night was very quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing through the branches could be heard.

Mo Yinfeng turned his head and looked at Luo Xiaofan.

The eyes meet, Luo Xiaofan puts on a smile.

She also walked to the balcony, propped her elbows on the table, about a meter away from him, and played with the glass in her hand with her fingers, which still had half a glass of red wine in it.

He turned his head and cast his eyes on the brightly lit city.

Speechless for a moment, the two of them just stood there quietly, looking at this familiar city.

"Miss Luo, have you ever forgotten anything?" It was Mo Yinfeng who spoke first.

Luo Xiaofan must point his finger.

Forgot anything?

She didn't answer, but Mo Yinfeng didn't seem to care, and continued: "I always feel that I have forgotten some very important things, and very important people." He seemed to be talking to Luo Xiaofan, but also seemed to be Speaking to myself is more like speaking to this endless dark night.

Luo Xiaofan's heart suddenly throbbed.

She said in a low voice: "Sometimes, forgetting is a salvation."

When she said this, she didn't look at Mo Yinfeng, but stared at the little stars in the dark night. The light here was relatively dim, and she seemed to be in a trance for a while, then lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly.

"Forgetting is a kind of salvation." Mo Yinfeng said repeatedly, and then smiled.

(End of this chapter)