Chapter 16: Dudu's face can't be poked casually!

Mo Yicheng shook his hand in shock, almost unable to hold the phone.
Yuan Suo didn't feel strange, squatted down, picked up the bouquet, sniffed, "It smells so good, is this for me?"
Mo Yicheng returned to his senses, "Yes... it's for you."
Yuansuo happily held the bouquet, "What kind of flower is this? I haven't seen it before."
Mo Yicheng didn't take a closer look before, but he fixed his eyes and said, "Champagne Rose."
"Champagne rose." I wish to put it down. Mo Yicheng gave a gift and Yuan Suo wanted to give it back, but he turned around and found that Mo Yicheng had bought the whole house except for himself. After thinking about it, Yuan Suo put the flowers on the coffee table, and ran to her bedroom, opened the bottom drawer of the small desk, first took out two, then after thinking about it, took out a few more, hesitated I sent back the most recent two at once. Then he ran out holding the paper.
Mo Yicheng saw the tangled little expression of Yuan Suo in his eyes, and had already faintly guessed what Yuan Suo cherished so much.
"This... is for Mo Yicheng." Yuan Suo awkwardly put the paper on the transport bar on the system wall, let go and see the paper floating in the air, and two option buttons appear at the same time: transport or return
Yuan Suo rubbed her hands nervously and clicked on the transmission.
A little light came out from the phone screen, Mo Yicheng's eyes were swayed, and he subconsciously covered his eyes. When he opened his eyes, there were already a few more sheets of paper on the table beside him, which were scattered and uneven. Some of the professional drawing papers that Cheng bought were wrapping papers that were collected earlier. There are five in total.
Mo Yicheng picked up the paper and turned it over. All Mo Yicheng was drawn on the paper. From the first meeting, he even wore costumes, presumably they were drawn from the stills, excluding the portrait of home clothes that Mo Yicheng had already collected on Weibo, presumably because he was afraid that he would recognize it. I didn't take it out.
Mo Yicheng flipped through them one by one, Yuan Suo's small fists were clenched.
"I...I can't paint well, but there will be art classes in a few days, and I will study hard." Yuan Suo was a little nervous.
Mo Yicheng clutched the portrait, his eyes were heavy, and his complexion was soft and said, "You paint well, I like it very much."
Yuan Suo finally relaxed and laughed softly.
Mo Yicheng took a few pictures of Yuan Suo and stored them in his mobile phone, and then put the original pictures in the safe in the study.
At 10:30 that evening, another Weibo by Mo Yicheng caused quite a stir.
Mo Yicheng's Weibo: Very good drawing, thank you. (With a smiley face)
The picture below is a painting by Yuan Suo.
"Ah, ah, ah, front row!" "Beautiful painting, you are more beautiful!" "Envy the flop~~Crying~" "Is the second picture drawn on the wrapping paper of XX fries?" Look so familiar?"
The fans, Holmes and sisters, started work late at night. After careful non-professional reasoning and investigation, they finally dug up the Weibo of the previously posted pictures. And the teacher of a certain art academy stepped up to guarantee that after her professional appraisal, this was definitely painted by herself!
The fans of Yuansuo Weibo quickly rose from four digits to five digits. Some people even began to speculate that the blogger knew Mo Yicheng, otherwise how did Mo Yicheng get his handwritten draft? Moreover, his painting skills are average, but Mo Yicheng prefers more.
The detectives have been busy all night, wearing dark circles before going to sleep in the early morning...
The next day, Yuan Suo still got up as usual and was shocked when he clicked on Weibo. How come there are so many private messages, Aite, and fans?
Press @Find the past, it turned out that Mo Yicheng posted his picture on Weibo. Although frightened by the enthusiasm of netizens, Mo Yicheng's openness to himself definitely made Yuan Suo extremely satisfied and happy. And this joy from the heart is directly transformed into the "intimacy value" with the player.
Mo Yicheng's sleepy eyes saw the "elf favorability degree +20" notified by the system and he was in a good mood.
This time, Mo Yicheng directly asked Chen Jiao to bring two copies for breakfast, and then sent one of them into the game using the [Transfer] function.
"Try it. I specially asked Chen Jiao to go to the East District to buy crab buns and drink some soy milk." Mo Yicheng always suspected that the food he made was not good, so with the transmission function, he couldn't wait to send the real food in. .
I would like to take a small apron, sit at the table, and take a bite of the crab bun.
Mo Yicheng looked expectantly.
"Well, it's delicious." Yuan Suo sighed.
Mo Yicheng was satisfied, and said, "If it tastes delicious, eat more."
"Yeah, it's so delicious, it's about to catch up with the little meat bun Mo Yicheng you made!" Yuan Suo licked the oil on the corner of her mouth, sighing sincerely.
Although I don't know if the little guy loves the house and the Wu, Mo Yicheng is still satisfied with Dudu's subconscious sigh, and the idea of ​​cooking some food to taste the taste while he wants to stay home.
The two people finished their breakfast through the screen, and the school bus that was willing to ask arrived on time. Mo Yicheng helped him carry the newly bought small schoolbag, and said, "If you encounter bad things, you should know how to find someone to help and seek With the help of classmates and teachers, you still have to let me know, okay?" Although I still want to add a small fist to greet him, look at the small fist like a white bread, forget it...
I am willing to nod, "I see. But everyone treats me very well, saying that I am the cutest junior elf in these years. When the get out of class is over, everyone scrambles to poke my face, and it doesn’t hurt at all. , And when he said that, he grabbed his fair and elastic face."
Mo Yicheng's face darkened slightly. From worrying about being bullied, to worrying about being taken advantage of...
"...Poke the face, too."
"...Oh, then...then stop them from poking."
Sure enough, are there many people poking?
"Well, go quickly, don't be late." Mo Yicheng said.
Yuan Suo then remembered that the school bus only waited for three minutes, waved goodbye to Mo Yicheng, and then opened the door and ran towards the school bus.
Mo Yicheng's gaze kept sending Yuan Suo's back from his sight.
This time, Longbow was already waiting for a wish at the door. Seeing him running over with short legs, he stretched out his hand directly and pulled the person into the car.
The door closed automatically, and then whizzed away.
The person in the car was still where she was yesterday, and Su Yi had no class today. Her place was empty. The gloomy boy was still in the back corner. He looked out the window and didn't speak. He glanced at Yu Suo and his expression became more gloomy.