It is clean, clear, and has a hint of cold fragrance, like pine wood in a snowy day.

"Is that so? Why can't I smell anything?"

"It's just a fragrance, a very unique fragrance." Qiao Mianmian grabbed his collar with a hint of obsession in his eyes. "Only you have this smell. Mo Yesi, can't you even smell it yourself?"

Mo Yesi raised his hand and leaned on his sleeve to smell it.

He uses perfume.

But he didn't smell the smell that Qiao Mianmian described.

"I didn't smell it." He said truthfully.

"I smell it anyway." Qiao Mianmian held his arm and acted coquettishly, "It smelled very nice."

Mo Yesi chuckled and reached out to touch her head: "Does the smell on others also smell good?"

"No more." Qiao Mianmian knew that he was a jealous person and immediately explained, "It's only you."

Mo Yesi showed a satisfied smile on his face: "Well, that's about the same."

"Mo Yesi." Qiao Mianmian raised her head and glanced at his face, "Didn't you see that news?"

"What news?" Mo Yesi asked her.

"It's just that Chen Rou accepted an interview with a reporter and said something. Haven't you seen it?"

"What did she say?" Mo Yesi looked at Qiao Mianmian's puzzled eyes and explained to her, "I was busy before and didn't look at my phone much. What's wrong? Is something happening?"

"You didn't read it? Well, it's nothing, just pretend I haven't said it." For Qiao Mianmian, this is not a big deal.

Since Mo Yesi doesn't know, don't tell him.

"It's obvious that something is wrong, why don't you tell me?" The more she didn't say it, the more Mo Yesi wanted to know. He took out his phone and clicked on Weibo.

He doesn't usually go to Weibo.

He will only go and take a look unless Qiao Mianmian updates the news.

After Mo Yesi posted on Weibo, he quickly found Chen Rou's interview report.

Because he entered Weibo one by one and saw that the interview report was on the hot search.

Soon, Mo Yesi finished reading the interview.

Qiao Mianmian could clearly feel that the man beside him was getting lower and lower, and his face became more and more gloomy.

"That's the interview you mentioned?" He threw his phone on his desk.

Qiao Mianmian looked down and nodded: "Yes."

"What do you think?"

"What?" Qiao Mianmian blinked.

Mo Yesi lowered his eyes and looked at her with dark black eyes: "Have you ever thought so? Have you ever thought so yet?"

Qiao Mianmian was stunned for a moment and shook her head: "Of course I haven't thought about it so now."

"real?"

"Yeah." Qiao Mianmian nodded. She reached out to pinch Mo Yesi's beautiful face, and her eyebrows were curved, "I don't have any feelings, I can't feel what you are doing to me. I admit that at the beginning I thought about whether you are with me, just because I can cure your illness. But if I still don't know why you are with me, then I'd be too stupid."

"You only know you're stupid?"

Mo Yesi raised his hand and pinched her jaw, lowered his head and bit her lips gently: "I'm not at all relieved to you."

Qiao Mianmian glared at him angrily: "Why are you worried?"

"Responsiveness is slow and slow. If I can show you my heart, I will take it immediately."
Chapter completed!