Chapter 298 The first sentence I love you

Seeing this, Lin Miaomiao had to take a step forward.

Brother Shen.

An Sen's eyes flashed, and he was about to explain, but after looking at the situation of the two, he felt inconvenient to speak.

I'll tell her.Qin Moshen nodded to him.

Ansen had no choice but to say hello to Lin Miaomiao and I'll leave first.

Lin Miaomiao responded and turned her gaze back to Qin Moshen.

She was hesitating about how to speak, or did Qin Moshen speak out first, did you make the dessert table tonight?

It's not me alone, it's everyone together...

Having said that, Lin Miaomiao paused for a moment, Brother, did you not know that I am here today?

Qin Moshen shook his head and took a sip of the champagne in his glass, not knowing.

Next to the stairs was a terrace. Lin Miaomiao's eyes turned, and Qin Moshen helped her open the glass door.

The hotel is located in a resort area in the suburbs, close to the local university town on one side and facing the mountains surrounding it in the distance.

Looking out from the terrace, it spreads all the way, with a wide green lawn, a mirror-level artificial lake, and a rolling mountains hidden in the night.

The bright moon is in the sky, and clouds drift by from time to time. The terrace light is quiet, and the quiet and noisy venue is like two worlds.

Lin Miaomiao looked at the dark mountain shadow in the distance and sighed softly. I thought my brother knew everything.

What a coincidence today.Qin Mo was silent for a moment and figured out what she meant. I was really worried when you went to France alone.

So, did my brother arrange it?

Qin Moshen's face was not moved. In fact, he just needed to pay attention to your safety issues, and other things... he did not interfere.

Lin Miaomiao thought for a while and asked again: What about going to the vineyards in the south to pick grapes?

He was silent for a moment, and I thought you would like it.

However, he didn't expect that she would meet Song Yan there. Lin Miaomiao remained silent for a long time. After a moment, she lowered her head and said whispering, liked it.

Her voice was very soft, blending with the slight night breeze, so light that he couldn't hear it clearly for a while.

He put the wine glass on the stone railing next to him, turned sideways, and asked her: What did you say just now?

Perhaps, the atmosphere was too intoxicating that night, she actually felt that his voice was extremely gentle, which made her heart jump continuously, and it was so scary that it was out of control.

Lin Miaomiao did not raise her head, but waited for him to approach slowly.

When his hot breath fell on the top of her hair, his white earlobes were ironed red.

She held her breath and slowly stretched out her hands, touching his warm body temperature, and her arms couldn't help but tremble.

She hugged his waist tightly, biting the corner of her lips, and liked the vineyard... liked picking grapes...

The vineyards in southern France are adjacent to the blue sea, with endless turquoise greens, various grapes, and the aroma of wine in the air.

I have to say that it was an important experience in her life, filled with poetry and wine.

Her face slowly pressed against his solid chest, her voice was soft, I like my brother...

After she finished saying this, the air around her seemed to be silent, and there was no sound everywhere, only the sound of insects coming faintly.

She sensed his heavy and powerful heartbeat and couldn't help but raise her head, brother...

Lin Miaomiao met a pair of dark eyes like a pond. He was looking at her quietly, his face still.

She didn't understand his intentions.

On the streets of France, before she was unconscious, she had already understood it completely when she was suddenly picked up by him who seemed to fall from the sky.

But she still wanted to hear him say it.

Qin Moshen had never experienced such a love moment. Seeing the girl's clear and clear eyes, even in the dark night, it was as bright as the stars in the sky.

He held her waist with one hand, raised it with the other, gently covering her eyes.

The scorching breath fell to her ears, his lips pressing against her earlobes, opening and closing.

Miaomiao, I love you.

This man who is not good at speaking love words finally said the first sentence in his life, I love you.

His hands were still covering her eyes, but his wet lips moved to her mouth.The hand around her waist kept moving upwards, suddenly holding the back of her head, and her lips fell.

On the Yubai terrace under the moonlight, the figures of the two people kept getting closer. At this time, silence is better than sound, and kissing is more passionate than lingering.