Approaching the Chinese New Year, there are more than half of the cars in Chengshi than usual, and the rest are either locals in the imperial capital, or the work has not been completed or they do not go home for the New Year.

Lu Muqing's car was unobstructed, and he rushed all the way to the hospital, and quickly found Zheng Xiaomeng who was eating wontons in the canteen through the positioning in his mobile phone.

Zheng Xiaomeng was chatting with Bo Qing all over the world, and when she looked up inadvertently, she saw Lu Muqing, who suddenly appeared dressed in wind and frost.

Her hand holding the spoon paused, and her eyes instantly lit up several degrees.

Bo Qing, who was sitting opposite her, found that Zheng Xiaomeng suddenly didn't speak, so he followed her line of sight, and the two powerful eyes collided strongly in the air.

Lu Muqing?

There was a faint glow in his half-closed eyes.

He has never dealt with Lu Muqing, but in the entire imperial capital and even the whole country, the name Lu Muqing can be regarded as thunderous.

Especially after he met Zheng Xiaomeng, Hongyue also deliberately checked the eighteenth generation of Lu Muqing's ancestors, and he also knew a little about this man.

"Husband, aren't you very busy these days? Why did you come here all of a sudden? When Lu Muqing was still one meter away from them, Zheng Xiaomeng opened his mouth with a smile.

There was a bit of surprise in his voice, and a little excitement.

Seeing her like this, Lu Muqing's heart that was lifted high fell heavily, and it was soft.

He sat down directly beside her, and subconsciously reached out and touched her forehead.

The body temperature is normal, the face is normal, and the voice is normal.

After a moment of silence, he slowly spit out a few words, "I miss you." ”

The simple three words can be said to be without any emotion, and the tone does not fluctuate too much, giving people the feeling that what he says is what he says.

And the purpose of his coming is simply "missing you".

Zheng Xiaomeng couldn't help but feel a little hot face, and she didn't even eat the delicious wontons, so she said casually, "I miss you too." ”

Lu Muqing smiled and said nothing.

The two looked at each other as if no one was around, and their eyes were full of affection.

Bo Qing felt a trace of embarrassment and discomfort, if he suddenly asked "Who is this......" I am afraid it will make people think that he is mentally retarded, so he simply remained silent and did not speak, lowered his head and continued to eat wontons.

Zheng Xiaomeng is right, the wontons in this hospital taste good, just like the taste he had eaten with the little girl when he was a child.

At that time, they were all in the orphanage, and he had no money, so he would go to a nearby construction site to move bricks for a day, and earn more than ten or twenty yuan, and then he would sneak out with the little girl and the little radish head, and buy three bowls of wontons, one bowl per person, the little girl would only be four years old, and the amount of food was very small, and every time he would give him half of the wontons in the bowl, the fat little hands clumsily held the spoon, scooped up a wonton, raised a little baby fat face and pouted his small mouth, put the spoon to his mouth, and said: "Brother, duck and duck feed you." ”

He didn't dislike her saliva either, and ate the chaos she fed her every time.

Thinking about that time, although life was hard, it was the happiest time of his life.

Time has passed, things are wrong, and when he came back to find her and the little radish head, many years have passed, the dean said that the little girl died of a heart attack half a year after he left, and the orphanage also held a farewell party for her, and the little radish head was adopted by a very rich family.