Opened the door and got into the car, Guan Zhong put his foot on the accelerator, and put it back, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, pressed a few numbers, and pressed the cancel button without waiting for the call to be dialed.

He glanced at the time displayed on his mobile phone, it was already more than nine o'clock, at this time, Jiang Miao should have finished eating, and may have taken a bath, she has a lot of work these days, it is estimated that she may have slept, but she has not slept, maybe she is just sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV.

Thinking that Jiang Miao might not have slept yet and was waiting for him at home, Guan Zhong's heart jumped suddenly, and he almost stepped on the accelerator with some eagerness, and galloped into the traffic coming and going.

When I got home and got out of the car, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, Guan Zhong locked the car, looked down at the matcha cake in his hand, and looked up at the dark glass window, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

The bitterness of disappointed expectations made the cake in his hand suddenly become a little heavy, as if he was preparing something carefully to give away, but found that the person was not looking forward to it at all.

Pressing his fingerprint to open the door, Guan Zhong stood on the floor mat at the entrance, but his eyes were attracted by the light emanating from the restaurant.

He took the door, changed his shoes, and walked over step by step.

Walking to the door of the restaurant, Guan Zhong looked at the scenery inside, paused, and walked in lightly.

On the spacious dining table, there are three dishes and one soup, all of which are his favorite dishes on weekdays, and two bowls of rice and tableware are neatly arranged, but now they are cold.

Jiang Miao was wearing beige home clothes, lying on the cold and hard dining table, already asleep, with obvious lines pressed out on her side face, good-looking eyebrows, and frowning, it is estimated that she was not sleeping very comfortably.

The soft light in the dining room hit this picturesque scene, and Guan Zhong's heartbeat suddenly began to speed up a little.

Looking at Jiang Miao, who was obviously waiting for him to come back, he suddenly understood a little why he had such a good impression of Jiang Miao, cared so much, and took it so seriously, it turned out that what he had always liked was the feeling of home that Jiang Miao gave him.

Whether this feeling is love or not, he doesn't know, so when Jiang Miao asks him, he hesitates, he has loved Li Qing, he understands that it is love, but to Jiang Miao, he is a little unclear, this kind of concern in his heart is not love.

Guan Zhong bent his back, reached out and patted Jiang Miao's shoulder gently, his tone was soft as if he was afraid that he would blow her in one breath: "Jiang Miao? Wake up! ”

Jiang Miao's eyelids trembled slightly, and she slowly woke up, and the moment she opened her eyes, her dazed gaze made Guan Zhong's heart soften.

When she saw that it was Guan Zhong, Jiang Miao's eyes flashed with light, and she happily got up from the table, but because of the wrong posture, her neck and arms were numb, and her body froze in place with some comical movements.

Guan Zhong looked at her painful but helpless appearance, and hurriedly reached out to help her rub to speed up blood circulation.

Jiang Miao snorted twice, frowned and asked, "Have you eaten?" After speaking, his eyes fell on the table, and he said, "It's cold, I'll go and heat it up." ”

Guan Zhong stretched out his hand to hold her, he originally wanted to say that he had eaten it, but looking at the two bowls of rice on the table that had never been touched, the words that came to his mouth directly became: "You sit, I'll go and heat it." ”

Jiang Miao stretched out her hand and rubbed her neck, her eyes followed Guan Zhong's figure from the dining room to the kitchen, looking at it, a smile slowly appeared in the corner of her eyes, a little proud, and a little aggrieved.

The food heated in the microwave exuded a steaming steam, Jiang Miao held the chopsticks and ate unhurriedly, she never looked up, her lowered eyelids cast a gray shadow on her face, and her thick eyelashes trembled gently with the action of chewing.

Guan Zhong's gaze kept falling on her face, and she could even clearly feel that somewhat too hot gaze slowly moving from her smooth forehead to her face.

Jiang Miao silently stuffed something into her stomach while thinking about the expression on Guan Zhong's face at this time, whether it was more guilty or some other complicated feelings.

It wasn't until after eating that Jiang Miao raised his head, his gaze twisted around Guan Zhong's gaze.

She didn't speak, she looked at Guan Zhong quietly, her eyes were clear, and her face was a little haggard.

Guan Zhong looked at Jiang Miao's overly beautiful and delicate face, and suddenly had an indescribable sense of pride, such a beautiful woman belonged to him, he recalled that when he had not yet become today's Guan Zhong, a woman like Jiang Miao, he would only look at it simply for appreciation, but now, the fact that such a beautiful woman belongs to him seems to have become natural, he can be worthy of such a woman, and similarly, Jiang Miao is also completely worthy of him.

He and Jiang Miao are extremely compatible, this realization made him start to feel a little happy, he bent the corners of his mouth, stood up, and took the initiative to propose: "Shall I pick up the bowl?" ”

Jiang Miao got up and said in a soft but firm tone, "No, you go take a bath." After speaking, she lowered her head and began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks skillfully.

Guan Zhong leaned silently at the kitchen door, looked at Jiang Miao's busy back, looked quietly for a while, and then turned around and went to the bathroom silently.

When sleeping at night, Jiang Miao habitually lay on the right side of the bed, and in order to prevent pressure on her heart, she turned sideways and closed her eyes facing to the right.

After a while, I felt Guan Zhong, who was lying beside him, move his body, and slowly stick to it, and his slender and powerful arms surrounded her from behind him, encircling her in his arms.

The steady heartbeat came clearly along the position where the two of them fit, and in the dark, Jiang Miao slowly opened her eyes, motionless, and listened to Guan Zhong sticking to her ear, and a slow voice with a hint of confusion sounded: "Jiang Miao, be with me, you are mine, and you can only be mine." ”

Jiang Miao didn't say a word, silently closed her eyes, and her heart was filled with a rich sourness and a faint trace of joy.

The next morning, when the alarm was buzzing, Jiang Miao directly lifted the quilt almost reflexively and threw herself directly into the cold air from the warm and comfortable quilt.

Before she could sit down, the big hand that came from behind her grabbed her calmly and forcefully, and pulled her back into the quilt.

The feeling of returning to the quilt made her feel comfortable and wanted to cry, but she only paused slightly, and then struggled to get rid of Guan Zhong's clamps: "Let go." She said, "It's going to be late if you don't get up again." ”

Guan Zhong's big hand holding her did not restrain his strength at all, but turned over and suppressed her directly under him.

Jiang Miao's chest suddenly tightened, her breathing was not smooth, she frowned, and listened to Guan Zhong say in a thick lazy tone in her ear: "Today is the weekend, sleep with me again." ”

Jiang Miao was stunned for a moment, and her stiff body slowly relaxed, yes, today is the weekend.