"Oh my God, it's all so intense." Qin Huai seemed to have heard something great.

"Brother, it's okay." Hearing this, Yu Li was no longer sleepy, and immediately came to his senses.

"It's time to eat, huh? What about Miss Ren? ”

"Mother Liu, you can send her a copy, she hurts her foot."

"It's not that my brother is nosy, you have to pity the jade." Qin Huai's words were serious.

"Brother, why are you like a stunned boy, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Yu Li hates iron and does not make steel.

"Shut up and eat well."

Ren Jia sat on the big bed in the guest room, carefully recalling the details of the morning, she had to try her best to keep Mu Han in a human state.

"Miss Ren, it's time to eat." Liu's mother entered the house with a dinner plate.

"Thank you. Does he have any mental illness? Ren Jia took the plate and put it on the bedside table.

"What do you say, Mr. Mu is just a little colder, just get used to it."

"Does he get angry all the time?"

"Mr. Mu is not a person who likes to look good, he may only have a bad temper in the morning, please forgive me." When Liu's mother saw her staying in the guest room, she understood at a glance that something must have happened between the two.

"Miss Ren, are these enough, not enough, I'll go down and get them."

"No, thank you."

Ren Jia limped downstairs after eating, just in time to meet Mu Han who was facing upstairs.

Mu Han glanced at Ren Jia and didn't speak, and went directly into the study.

Ren Jia turned her head, and she could see a room full of his books from outside the door.

She brought the tray to the kitchen, and when she got back to the house, she passed by the study, and she thought for a moment to stand outside the door and stop.

When Mu Han opened the door, he found that Ren Jia, who was standing outside the door, seemed to be waiting for him.

"What's the matter?"

"You're going out?"

"How?"

"It's nothing." Ren Jia lowered his head, looking a little disappointed.

"What's the matter?"

"I wanted to ask you if I could go in and visit, I just saw a lot of books in it, you have to go out, forget it." Ren Jia is about to go back to the room.

"It's like if you can go in and visit if I don't go out, come here, waste some time and show you."

Ren Jia made a flattered expression, a little incredulous, "Thank you." ”

"That's great, don't just think of crooked ideas."

Ren Jia knew that Mu Han had been tricked, and when the small request was accepted, it was convenient for her to make inches.

Ren Jia looked at Mu Han's whole wall of books, full of envy, "When I was a child, I had a dream that there was a room full of books on the wall, more than you." ”

"It's not an ornament."

Ren Jia turned around: "Have you seen it all?" ”

"Mostly."

"Incredible."

"I told you were biased."

"Okay, I'm still biased, but you're not bad." Ren Jia's hand caressed the rows of book spines.

The books on Mu Han's bookshelf cover a wide range of topics, from humanities and social sciences to social finance, and many of them are in original English.

Mu Han raised his eyebrows, he wanted to see what she was having.

"Want to see it?"

Ren Jia nodded, "You won't be allowed to go upstairs, I always have to find something to do for myself." ”

"You have a cell phone."

"It makes me feel like I'm being watched, and I don't use my phone a lot."

"Which one do you want to read?" Mu Han raised his hand to look at his watch.

"Any recommendations?"

Mu Han walked to the bookshelf and seemed to be thinking seriously, "What type of books do you read?" ”

"It's about the same as you."

"This."

Ren Jia took the book handed over by Mu Han and raised his eyebrows, "Your hand just fell on the Tao Te Ching, and I thought you were going to let me read that." ”

"This is better for you right now, isn't it?"

"Maybe."