When we got back to the apartment, it was getting late. Lin Jiahe was sitting in the living room watching TV, because the lights were not turned on, the light of the TV screen was reflected on his face, which seemed both real and illusory.

If it was in the past, Wu Jue would definitely feel that Lin Jiahe looked a little weird like this. But maybe it's because I haven't been so relaxed for a long time, and the feeling of relief is so good. She actually thought that Lin Jiahe at this moment was amiable.

She greeted him very happily: "So interested, watching TV? ”

They hadn't been together for too long, and she really rarely saw him sitting on the couch watching TV.

He hummed, holding the remote control in his hand and changing the channel unhurriedly: "I haven't watched TV for a long time, and I suddenly want to watch it." It can be found that today's TV is either a show or sensational, all of which are bluffing the audience. ”

She took off her coat and put down her bag, and said with a smile as she walked to the bathroom: "It's like this when you do shows." It's a madman who acts, it's a fool who watches a play, and you slowly become a fool. When I'm done taking a shower, I'll discuss something with you. ”

Coming out of the bathroom, Lin Jiahe was still sitting on the sofa in the living room, changing the channel a little absentmindedly. Wu Jue finally felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

She walked into the bedroom while wiping her hair, and had just taken a hair dryer to blow her hair in the vanity mirror, when suddenly she saw her duffel bag in the mirror.

She turned her head, and sure enough, there was a duffel bag containing her belongings standing at the base of the wall. She remembers very well that the bag had been kept in the closet where her clothes were kept. Unless it's ......

She hesitated, walked to the door and said, "That...... Did you move my bag? ”

"Hmm." Lin Jiahe responded casually, turned his head to look at her, and his eyes showed some meaning: "Are you going on a trip?" It's okay, I said before that I'll take you on a trip when I'm busy with the listing. Now that the listing or something is becoming formal, it's time to pick a time to relax. ”

"I ......" Wu Jue couldn't tell his true intentions at this time, and thought about it, since this is the case, it doesn't hurt to make the last trip, "Okay." ”

Lin Jiahe wrinkled his eyebrows and glanced at her, suddenly got up and walked over, took the towel in her hand, and wiped it on her head a few times, his voice was a little angry: "My hair didn't dry it, and the water dripped on the floor." ”

She subconsciously looked at the ground, where there were traces of water droplets. She dodged his hand and stroked her hair, which, though only a few blows, was clearly half-dry, and could still be dripping.

She looked at Lin Jiahe with some doubts, because the light in the living room was dim, and his face showed a backlit posture, and she didn't see it clearly, but she felt that the eyes that were usually cold and dark were faintly irritable and disgusting.

Wu Jue always felt that this kind of Lin Jiahe was a little weird, but it was not good to ask him exhaustively. Thinking about it, he can only shake off this thought temporarily, so as not to accidentally touch his reverse scales before he leaves.

She smiled at him, slightly coquettish: "Then you can help me dry it." ”

She was

Wu Jue's hair was just over his shoulders, not too long, but it was still soft and smooth that could wrap around his fingertips. Lin Jiahe used his fingers to comb, holding a hair dryer in one hand and stroking the hair in his hand with the other.

The breeze blew, Wu Jue unconsciously closed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth were faintly curled.

"Are you in a good mood today?" Lin Jiahe's voice suddenly remembered in the murmur of the hair dryer.

Wu Jue nodded noncommittally and snorted. As soon as this sound fell, she felt a pain in her head.

She snorted softly, and opened her eyes to look in the mirror at the initiator.

Lin Jiahe let go of the fingers that were holding Wu Jue's hair hard, and also looked at the mirror.

Their eyes intertwined in the mirror. Wu Jue realized that his eyes reflected a burst of coldness. But the next moment, he returned to his usual and patted her on the shoulder: "I just accidentally pulled your hair, it hurts?" ”

Wu Jue frowned slightly, shook his head, was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "Did something happen?" ”

"What do you think?" He asked rhetorically.

"I think you're in a bad mood."

"You can see it." He smiled, but the smile was clearly not in sight, "I encountered a little headache at work." ”

"Oh." Wu Jue nodded, "I thought I provoked you?" ”

"Really?" He stared at her meaninglessly, "Then where do you say you're going to provoke me?" ”

"I don't know." Wu Jue shook his head, waved away his bad thoughts by the way, and said with a smile, "Since it's just a small matter at work, don't take it home to affect your mood." ”

"Wu Jue." Lin Jiahe suddenly called out, his eyes fixed on her, "I think you seem to be a little different in the past two days?" ”

Is it so obvious? Wu Jue looked back at her, but found that his eyes seemed to look into the depths of her soul, she avoided that look a little uncomfortably, and looked away uncertainly, "Maybe it's because I'm determined to give up some things that make me unhappy in the past two days, so I'm in a good mood." ”

"Huh?" He clearly didn't understand, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Wu Jue breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and met his eyes again: "I'm ready to resign." ”

"You don't want to work in Lin Zheng anymore?"

"Hmm." Wu Jue nodded, "Actually, I've never been very interested in financial work, but because I'm good at it, I've been doing it." I'm very lazy by nature, and I have a lot of nerves every day, which makes me very uncomfortable, so I want to do some simple and leisurely work. ”

"For example?" Lin Jiahe raised his eyebrows and asked.

"For example—" Wu Jue twisted his eyebrows and thought for a moment, "such as opening a small bookstore or a bubble tea shop." ”

Lin Jiahe pursed his lips in disbelief: "I didn't expect you to be so ambitious." ”

He is right, Wu Jue has never been a woman with big ambitions, when she was a child, she studied seriously just to make her father happy, and later went to college to find a job, but she just wanted to live a stable life and live a simple and plain life with the person she loved.

But apparently, God made her take a few more detours.

"Okay. I agree. Seeing that she didn't react, he added, "I agree with your resignation." It's sad for a person to always do things he doesn't like to do. ”

She didn't know why he sighed like this, but when she tried to make a careful look of his expression, he turned around and went to bed.

This night, Lin Jiahe almost kept the same position, wrapped in the quilt, with his back to Wu Jue, sleeping on the edge of the bed.

It's just that the next day, Wu Jue opened his eyes, but saw Lin Jiahe facing him sideways, half-squinting, staring straight at her. But the eyes seemed to look at her, and it was as if they were looking at something else through her. There's an indescribable weirdness.

Wu Jue didn't want to think about it, but he had to think about it.

Did he know something?

Just when she was a little apprehensive, Lin Jiahe suddenly smiled and pushed her: "Since you are ready to resign, you should wash your hands and make soup." Go make me breakfast. ”

She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, maybe she still didn't know him at all.

Wu Jue is a child raised by his father, even if he was held in the palm of his hand since he was a child, he still practiced good cooking skills. But in the past six months, she has rarely cooked for Lin Jiahe, so the ingredients in the kitchen are pitiful.

She thought about it and decided to squeeze two cups of soy milk, fry two poached eggs, and add two fruit salads.

It's all very simple food, and you don't need to make a big deal about it.

When he was ready to take it to the restaurant, Lin Jiahe had already finished washing up and walked over. He hugged her from behind, took the fruit salad plate in her hand, put it in front of him and smelled it: "It's very fragrant." ”

"Really?" Wu Jue subconsciously turned his head.

But he held her in place with a little force, and then bit the back of her neck, not too heavy, but not light, with a slight tingling.

Wu Jue frowned: "What are you doing?" ”

"See if you're real?" He smiled disapprovingly and sat down across from him with his meal coiled.

Wu Jue touched the place where he had bitten, although it didn't hurt too much, but for some reason, it made her a little creepy. The initiator, however, sat down at the table and ate breakfast slowly as if nothing had happened.