His nervous tone showed a little blame, but Han Zhiqing understood it as another meaning.

"Yes...I'm sorry, I...I'll stick it."

She thought that he was blaming her for breaking something that belonged to his grandfather. She felt indecent, but when she heard his reproachful tone, she couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved.

She lowered her eyes and pulled her hand back from Mo Junhao's hand, walked around him and walked out.

In addition to Mo Junhao's grandfather's things, it's also her grandmother's things. She must stick it back.

Mo Junhao was so angry and funny by her apology just now.

When will this silly woman become smarter, and when will he blame her for breaking this thing?

Standing in the bedroom, smiling bitterly, shaking his head, and when he opened the door and was about to walk out, he went to see Han Zhiqing pick up something like universal glue from the living room cabinet and walked back to the room.

Seeing him standing at the door, she subconsciously paused, then pursed her lips and walked to him, pointed to the white object on her hand, and said, "This is the glue specially used to stick to pottery. I will make it."

With a slight aggrievance in her anger, she finished speaking and walked to the broken pottery at the beginning and squatted down.

Mo Junhao stood at the door, looked at her appearance, and raised his eyebrows with a wry smile.

The anger had long since disappeared because of the hot water she handed him. Looking at her aggrieved little woman, her anger disappeared without a trace.

He walked to her and squatted down halfway, but pretended to be displeased and calmed down, saying, "It's all broken like this, how can I do it? Even if it sticks well, there will still be cracks."

Han Zhiqing froze the movements in her hand because of his words, and then stubbornly gathered the random pieces together.

"Okay, Zhiqing, stop sticking, just throw it away if it breaks."

Worried that she would be cut by the ceramic hand, he reached out to stop her, but she quietly avoided it.

"this……"

She frowned and paused slightly: "You can't throw this out."

That was her grandmother's thing. Even if it was broken, she could not throw it away.

Seeing her persistence, Mo Junhao could only shake his head helplessly and stretched out his hand to snatch the things in her hand, but she avoided it again.

"Zhiqing, be obedient, what should I do if I scratch my hand later?"

Mo Junhao's voice sank unhappily and said.

"This is my grandma's thing, I can't just throw it away."

She squatted and explained in a low voice, but the movements on her hands did not stop.

Mo Junhao's face was stunned by Han Zhiqing's explanation, and his eyes were turned to her face. Seeing that she was hanging her head, she carefully picked up the pieces and stuck them with that kind of glue.

Is this her grandmother’s thing?

His eyes just touched the name written on it when she picked up one of the pieces - Lan Yunchu.

Is Lan Yunchu her grandmother?

Just like Han Zhiqing had before, she thought of the blue hyacinth, and the handmade pottery in front of her, plus the name on it.

He remembered the information he had found in the UK last time, and her grandmother was named Lan Yunchu.

And Zhiqing was so sure that Lan Yunchu was her grandmother. I think her grandmother should have such a pottery in her hand.

At this time, he did not intend to stop her from sticking to the porcelain, but stood up from her side and walked to the side and leaned against her and looked at her.

Seeing that she carefully and carefully glued each piece of fragments, even trying not to show obvious cracks on the porcelain.

His hands were covered with glue, and it covered her entire hand, but he just looked at her quietly with a smile on his lips.

All the anger and resentment disappeared at this time.

After staying in the room for a while, Han Zhiqing finally put all the fragments on her hand intact, even though the cracks on it still existed.

Mo Junhao shook his head and smiled lightly, looked at the slightly smile on her lips, raised his feet and walked forward, stretched out his hand to her, "Can you stand up now?"

Facing the palm that stretched out in front of him, Han Zhiqing was stunned for a while, raised her eyes and looked at the faint smile in Mo Junhao's eyes, but she was extremely confused.

He...isn't he angry with her anymore?

My mind was at a loss, my eyes wandered back and forth between his eyes and palms, but I didn't know what to do?

Until Mo Junhao's nice voice sounded in front of her again-

"What? I can't bear to stand up?"

His voice was low and it was really nice, and it made the listeners feel excited.

The footsteps squatting on the ground moved slightly, and Han Zhiqing's eyes were thrown at Mo Junhao's hand that came out. After a moment of silence, she reached into his palm.

Mo Junhao's thin lips curled up with satisfaction, with a faint pampering look, "What a silly woman."

The helpless tone is still gentle. The beautiful blue eyes are as clear and bright as night pearls in the dark, and as gentle as water and heart-wrenching.

"Don't you know that your feet have been numb after squatting for so long?"

After he reminded him, Han Zhiqing felt that her feet were really numb and difficult to stand firm.

Unnaturally pursed her thin lips, and she was silently pulled away from the room by Mo Junhao.

However, his eyes were still at a loss and secretly looking at Mo Junhao's unpopular face, and he was a little puzzled.

He...isn't he really angry with her anymore?

He paused subconsciously, and saw Mo Junhao's head turn to look at her at this time, with an inquiring attitude in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Just looking at Han Zhiqing's hesitant look, she was waiting for her to speak.

The next second, when he saw Han Zhiqing walking to him, his expression looked a little cramped and cautious.

He looked at him with his lips pursed, thinking of a child who did something wrong, and whispered:

"Are you... not angry with me?"

After asking this question, the black starry eyes looked at Mo Junhao with some expectation, a little nervous.

One hand was held by Mo Junhao, but the other hand was nervously pulling his clothes, as if he was afraid that Mo Junhao would get angry at her.

But when Mo Junhao asked this question, he was stunned again.

He would never have thought that a woman who likes to keep everything in his heart would ask him so directly if he wasn't angry with her?

So can he understand that she actually cares if he is angry with her?

But what if he understood it wrong? Perhaps this was just a casual question she asked? As for whether he was angry with her again, she didn't care at all?

He looked at the helplessness in her eyes and said nothing.

Sometimes, he really doesn't understand Han Zhiqing, what kind of girl she is?

Or he just wanted to know how much emotion she had in him.

Sometimes she was enthusiastic about him, sometimes she was so cold that she was at a loss. He really didn't understand her anymore.

He sighed in his heart, and he lowered his eyebrows and looked at her slightly cramped face. His voice sank a little, and he said seriously: "If I'm angry, will you care?"

Han Zhiqing tightened her heart a little because of this question, but she bit her lip and frowned and refused to answer.

Of course she cared whether he was angry with her, because he was the only one by her side, and she would be worried about whether her hand would be scratched by ceramic pieces when she was so angry that she jumped.

However, she cared about it, but was also afraid that he would ask her about marriage again, and she couldn't give the answer.

Because she couldn't give an answer, she would panic and want to escape, running far away, until she couldn't hear Mo Junhao say she wanted to marry her.

She looked at Mo Junhao at a loss again and couldn't speak, which made Mo Junhao's heart feel cold.

Even if she cares or not, she will think about it for so long and hesitate for so long. Is this question of him meaningful?

Mo Junhao, if you fall in love with such a woman who is ignorant of the charm, you can only admit defeat. Who made you fall in love with her involuntarily?

I fell in love with an idiot and turned myself into an idiot. Now it is his portrayal.

Everyone knows that there are more women suitable for him, Mo Junhao, but he only has a special liking for such a stupid and heartbreaking woman.

In this case, what else can you force? All of this is self-inflicted, right?

He laughed bitterly in his heart. He didn't force Han Zhiqing to answer, and knew that even if he forced her, as long as she didn't want to answer, he wouldn't be able to ask anything.

Even if she was forced into a hurry, she could ruthlessly say more words that made him want to strangle her to death.

Since this is the case, he might as well not know the answer, and he could deceive himself into thinking that she actually cared about him. At least, she asked him such a question, right?

Without continuing on this question, he looked at her with his eyebrows down and shook his head, "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't want to answer."

Mo Junhao's words seemed to give Han Zhiqing a special amnesty order, which made her breath of relief.

His eyes turned to the hand that Mo Junhao was holding, and he said softly again: "You can let go of my hand, I...I want to go back to the room to sleep."

After hearing what she said, Mo Junhao noticed that it was getting late and it was already dark outside the window.

There are no bright lights in the city on the country roads, especially on rainy nights, which seem particularly quiet.

People in the countryside also slept earlier than people in the city. At this time, there was no sound and there was no sound outside the house except for the sound of rain.

Seeing that Han Zhiqing's face was still a little tired, she naturally couldn't bear to let her stay up late. She had experienced so many things in this short day, so it was no wonder she was exhausted.

Nodding at her, he spoke, "Okay, go to bed first."

While speaking, Han Zhiqing's hand was released, but he was shocked to find that the two spread out their palms were tightly glued together by the glue used to stick to ceramics.
Chapter completed!