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

In my mind, I am also recalling it tacitly.

Thinking of that night, Mu Jinbai subconsciously looked sideways, and the Qingdai on the other side had just turned his face.

The eyes of the two met unexpectedly in mid-air, and each was a little afraid that the other would see through their hearts.

One hit, that is, the score.

And my heart beat wildly.

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

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

In addition to Jun Qing, this is Mu Jinbai who brought the girl back.

Moreover, it was his own 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 about it or not.

At such a time, how can he stay as a light bulb?

"Yes." Mu Jinbai replied lightly and reached out to help him into the elevator door, "Let's go upstairs." ”

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

In the past few days, the spirit has been in a state of tension, and it is more spiritual exhaustion than physical exhaustion.

Death and funeral of the elderly......

The relatives of the various Qing families looked at her with complicated thoughts in their eyes.

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

Therefore, Qingdai's approach makes it easier for people to misunderstand that she has other plans.

For example, the property of the Qing family.

No one said this, but it was written in everyone's eyes.

She's really fed up.

Raising her palms and combing her hair, she raised her hand to cover her eyes.

I haven't slept well for a few days, and the bright light makes my eyes hurt a little.

In front of me, the light and shadow dimmed.

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

Qing Dai looked diagonally from under the palm of her hand, and at a glance she saw the flashing light on the cuffs of Mu Jinbai's shirt, and he was wearing cufflinks.

White opal, blue-black indigolite, cleverly assembled together.

That's the cufflinks she gave him—

She designed it herself, helped him make it, and it was his eighteenth birthday present.

It's been ten years.

He's still wearing it.

The elevator stopped.

"We're here."

The light and shadow in front of him flickered, Mu Jinbai held on to the elevator door, Qingdai came back to his senses and took the lead out of the elevator.

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

"You live here?"

"Well, this is where my parents used to live, and I have lived all these years." Mu Jinbai raised his hand to unbutton the button on his suit, originally wanting to take off his coat, but noticing the cufflinks on the cuffs, he quietly shrunk his arms into the sleeves, "You sit down first, I'll ...... Pour you a glass of water. ”

Letting her onto the couch, he walked into the kitchen.

Returning in a moment, place a glass of warm water in front of her.

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

Cufflinks......

It's gone!

He wore a bow tie of the same color and a white shirt, which fit the cufflinks just right.

Probably just the right color, and it doesn't mean anything else.

Qing Dai held the cup and thought secretly.

"I'll make you something to eat."

It wasn't an inquiry, he said a declarative sentence, and naturally he didn't give her a chance to refuse.

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

"Come on...... Serve hot. ”

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

In a large bowl of bone china, there is a clear soup, a thin dragon beard noodles, and a beautifully fried egg.

At that time, they used to eat together—

Mustard and shredded pork noodles.

She has ever eaten the best noodles in her life.

"Sit!" Mu Jinbai pulled out the chair, and his tone was a little apologetic, "I've been too busy lately, and I don't have any special ingredients at home." ”

"Thank you!"

Qing Dai sat down on the chair, lowered her head, and blew.

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

Girls have not changed much compared to their teenage years, with a little less baby fat and more delicate and bright lines.

Such a face, even if it is placed in the entertainment industry, is outstanding enough.

Even if I haven't slept well for a few days now, my face is haggard, and my dark circles are visible, which still makes people feel sorry.

It's just that......

His familiar smile, not there.

However, the way she eats noodles is still the same.

Mouting and blowing, carefully probing with your lips......

The girl's lips were originally pale, but at this moment, the heat on her face gradually became rosy, delicate and delicate, as if she had been kissed.

The lips and tongue are a little dry.

Cough!

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

"I'll wash you some fruit."

In a moment, the fruit was brought up and placed on the table.

Qingdai thanked her in a low voice, and her tone was polite.

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

Pampered since childhood, her mouth has always been provocative.

The only thing he doesn't pick is the food he cooks.

Even if there is no mustard and shredded pork noodles without a green vegetable, she is also happy.

"My mom eats Western food every day, and I want to vomit when I see Western food now."

That's what she always said.

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

After all, he is also a son-in-law who has grown up from the eldest brother, and he is also a person who does not touch the spring water with his fingers before going abroad.

On the other side, Qing Dai chewed on the noodles, remembering the noodles he had made before that either put too much salt, or forgot to put salt, or was raw or boiled without bones.

Suddenly chuckled.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just...... I think of the noodles you used to make. ”

Mu Jinbai also smiled: "If it weren't for you, I guess I wouldn't be able to learn to cook, who told you to eat Chinese food every day." ”

Qing Dai raised her face and grimaced at him: "No way, my mother eats Western food every day, French food today, Italian food tomorrow...... I was going to vomit when I heard snails. ”

The two of them, who had been awkward, suddenly started chatting because of this bowl of noodles.

Moreover, the conversation was quite natural.

It seems that it is back to the past, when the two nested together in the small house he rented, playing the piano and eating noodles.

"And what about you now...... How's it going? ”

"I ......" Qing Dai's smile froze at the corner of her lips, and her eyelashes lowered again, "I...... It's good, don't worry about eating, don't worry about wearing ......"

She tried to adjust her tone to lightheartedness, but apparently unsuccessfully.

In front of others, it's easy to lie.

How is it that when it comes to him, it does not work?