After watching the play in the teahouse, Chu Yu smiled and pulled Lin Qingyin, and the two walked through the long lights on the street and returned to their residence.

"Yan Yan."

Chu Yu looked at the girl in the warm light and called out.

Lin Qingyin wrote: "Hmm. ”

Chu Yu walked up to Lin Qingyin and sat down, his lips were close to the girl's neck, and a pair of phoenix eyes were misty: "Yan Yan, when did you want me?" ”

The hot breath exhaled by the young man sprayed on Lin Qingyin's neck, and he wanted to lean over and kiss it, but Lin Qingyin had a cold face and stretched out his left hand to push Chu Yu away.

Chu Yu's body was tilted when he was pushed, and he laughed: "Yan Yan still refuses to ask me." ”

Chu Yu looked at the girl's expression.

In two years, the girl's expression management ability has obviously improved a lot.

Oops, I can't see Yan Yan gritting his teeth.

Lin Qingyin ignored Chu Yu, and she continued to write to Tang Fei.

Chu Yu leaned up again and continued to pretend: "Yan Yan, I'm in good health." ”

"I'm going back to the capital tomorrow, doesn't Yan Yan want to leave some good memories here?"

Chu Yu pestered Lin Qingyin and pulled a lot.

Lin Qingyin finally finished writing the letter, she sealed the letter, and said lightly to Chu Yu: "Go and lie down on the bed." ”

"Huh?" Chu Yu was stunned for a moment, then the tips of his ears were red, and he stood up a little dazed.

Chu Yu walked to the side of the bed with his hands and feet, and lay down obediently, his body a little stiff.

The next day, when the Yan clan's subordinates were loading the things into the carriage, they saw Chu Yu coming out of Lin Qingyin's room, and he had his hands on his waist.

And Lin Qingyin, who came out one step ahead of her, didn't have any problems.

Sensing that his eyes fell on him, Chu Yu rubbed his hands for a moment, and then looked at Lin Qingyin aggrievedly: "Yan Yan, my waist is really sore." ”

The game called "sit-ups" that Yan Yan said last night was really tiring.

The subordinates silently withdrew their gaze and hid their careful thoughts in the bottom of their hearts.

The journey to the capital was long and bumpy, and in the afternoon of the same day, they could faintly hear Chu Yu shouting about backache again in the carriage, obviously because the impact of last night was too long-lasting.

Descendants: ......

The owner is really a woman who doesn't let her eyebrows go!

It takes a month for the convoy to reach the capital.

At first, the accompanying subordinates often heard the sound of talking in the carriage, as well as the laughter of the teenager.

When getting out of the car to eat, Chu Yu would get out of the car first and catch Lin Qingyin with a smile below.

After eating, the two of them will go around.

But I don't know when I started, and when I was on the road again, it became quieter and quieter in the carriage.

The closer the convoy got to the capital, the more oppressive the aura emanating from the gorgeous carriage seemed to be.

After getting out of the car to eat, Chu Yu still opened his arms and wanted to catch Lin Qingyin.

However, the people who accompanied him saw that the smile on his face was not as burning as before, but was consistently light, as if the size of the arc had not changed a single bit.

The girl's expression didn't show anything, she was still gentle and tolerant.

The next people are doing things with their heads down again.

They are all newcomers to the Gan family, and few of the people in the team are the first batch of old people to be hired by the Yan family.

There was an attendant who was a close confidant of the owner, but they didn't show anything, and the affairs of the owner were not allowed to be discussed.

The convoy is about to appear in front of the people in the capital again as if it were two years ago.

Now the convoy has arrived at the farewell kiosk outside Beijing.

A row of willow trees, as quiet as ever, stands here.

Chu Yu stretched out his fingers and lifted the curtain, and on the beam of the farewell pavilion, naturally there would not be a single wicker inserted two years ago.

Chu Yu lowered the curtain, the sunlight was blocked again, and in the spring, the light in the carriage was dim.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yan Yan, the capital is coming." ”