The car drove into the highway leading to the city, and the two people on the car were silent in tacit understanding.

But in my mind, I was also recalling tacitly.

Thinking of that night, Mu Jinbai subconsciously looked at him, and Qingdai on the other side just turned around.

The two of them met unexpectedly in the air, and they were both guilty and afraid that the other party would see through their own thoughts.

Once you bump, you will be separated.

The heart hopped wildly.

Until the car drove back to the underground parking lot of the apartment building where Mu Jinbai lived, Su Yinan tactfully took the two to the elevator entrance and stopped.

"Mr. Mu, there are still some things to deal with on the company. If you don't have any special instructions, let's go back first?"

In addition to Jun Qing, this is Mu Jin who brought the girl back with a long hair.

Moreover, it was the boss who took the initiative to ask for it.

The amount of information is too large, and it is difficult for Su Yinan to think of it or not.

At this time, how could he stay and be a light bulb?

"Yeah." Mu Jinbai responded lightly, reached out to help the elevator door, "Let's go upstairs."

Qingdai stepped into the elevator and leaned against the elevator wall a little tiredly.

These days, my mind has been in a tense state, and it is more mental fatigue than physical fatigue.

The death of the old man, the funeral...

The various relatives of the Qing family looked at her with complex thoughts in their eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, of course, it is impossible to understand the love that a child with divorced parents has for his grandfather.

Therefore, Qingdai's approach is more likely to make people misunderstand that she has other intentions.

For example, the property of the Qing family.

No one said this, but everyone's eyes said.

She has really had enough.

She raised her palm and tidied her hair, and she raised her hand to cover her eyes.

I haven't had a good sleep for a few days, and the bright light makes my eyes hurt a little.

In front of you, the light and shadow dim.

Mu Jinbai stood up and helped her block the dazzling light.

Qingdai looked over from under his palm and saw the glittering light flashing on Mu Jinbai's shirt cuffs at a glance, and he was wearing cufflinks.

White opals and blue-black white indigo stones are cleverly assembled together.

That was the cufflinks she gave him-

She designed and helped him with his own design. It was his 18th birthday gift.

It's been ten years.

He is still wearing it.

The elevator stopped.

“We’re here.”

The light and shadow in front of him shook, Mu Jinbai held the elevator door, Qingdai came to his senses and walked out of the elevator first.

Mu Jinbai came out first, helped her lead the way, opened the door and let her in.

"You live here?"

"Well, this is where my parents used to live, and I have lived in these years." Mu Jinbai raised his hand and unbuttoned the button on the suit. He originally wanted to take off the jacket. When he noticed the cuff links on the cuffs, he quietly shrank his arms into the sleeves, "Sit down first, I... pour you a glass of water."

He walked into the kitchen after he gave her to the sofa.

Come back in a moment and put a cup of warm water in front of her.

He took off his coat, rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his cold white and thin arms.

Cufflinks…

Disappeared!

He tied a bow tie of the same color and a white shirt, which just fitted the cufflinks.

Probably it just happened to be the right color scheme, and there is no other meaning.

Qingdai held the cup and thought secretly.

"I'll make some food for you."

It wasn't about asking, he was talking about a statement, so naturally he didn't give her a chance to refuse.

After a moment, he came out again and shouted in the restaurant.

"Come on... eat while it's hot."

Qingdai got up and walked over, her eyes falling on the dining table.

In a large bowl of bone porcelain, there was clear soup and thin dragon whisker noodles, and a beautifully fried egg lying.

At that time, they often ate together-

Shredded pork noodle.

The best noodles she has ever eaten in her life.

"Sit!" Mu Jinbai pulled open the chair, his tone of apologies, "I'm too busy recently and there are no special ingredients at home."

"Thanks!"

Qingdai sat on the chair, lowered her head and blew.

Mu Jinbai sat opposite her, lowered his head and looked at her.

Girls have not changed much compared to when they were young, and they have less baby fat and their lines are more refined and bright.

Such a face is outstanding even in the entertainment industry.

Even though I haven't had a good sleep for a few days now, my face is haggard and my dark circles appear, I still make life pity.

only……

His familiar smile was not there.

However, she still looked the same as eating noodles.

He pouted his cheeks and blew it carefully with his lips...

The girl's lips were pale, but now the passion of the face gradually became rosy, tender and tender, as if she had been kissed.

The lips and tongue are a little dry.

cough!

Realizing that his thoughts were a bit crooked, Mu Jinbai cleared his throat and stood up.

"I'll wash some fruit for you."

After a moment, the fruit was served and placed on the table.

Qingdai said thank you in a low voice, and said politely.

Unlike before, when he just brought the things up, the first thing she did was not to thank him, but to eat it, and then to taste it provocatively.

She has always been provocative since she was a child.

The only thing he doesn't choose is the meal he cooks.

Even the shredded pork noodles with pickled cabbage that doesn’t even have a green vegetable, she is willing to accept it.

"My mother and the others eat Western food every day, and I want to vomit when I see Western food now."

She always says so.

Mu Jinbai's cooking skills were also developed because of her.

After all, he is also a young man who has grown up and is also a person who has never touched the water before going abroad.

On the other side, Qingdai chewed the noodles, remembering the noodles he had made before, either because he had added too much salt, forgot to add salt, or because he had heart or had boneless noodles.

Suddenly smiled softly.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just... remember the noodles you made before."

Mu Jinbai also smiled: "If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't be able to learn how to cook. Who told you to make trouble for Chinese food every day?"

Qingdai raised her face and grimaced at him: "There is no way. My mother and the others eat Western food every day, French food today, Italian food tomorrow... I heard that snails were vomiting."

The two of them had been awkwardly, and suddenly they started chatting because of this bowl of noodles.

Moreover, the chat was quite natural.

It seemed like, back to the past, the two of them were staying together in the small house he rented, playing the piano and eating noodles.

"How are you doing now...?"

"I..." Qingdai's smile froze on the corners of his lips, and his eyelashes were lowered again, "I...is pretty good, I don't have to worry about food or clothing..."

She tried hard to adjust her tone to relax, but she obviously failed.

It is easy to lie in front of others.
Chapter completed!