Qiao Muqi went to the study and took the documents to be reviewed, sat on the other side of the bed, and flipped through them lightly. Usually too busy at work, he wants to spend more time with her.

When night fell, Rong Wanqi woke up very quietly, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling. His eyes moved, and he saw the man next to him.

He sat on the edge of his bed, his papers on his lap and read them carefully. The sound of flipping, very soft, very light.

Rong Wanqi smelled the familiar smell of maturity, and her heart quickly calmed down.

Rong Wanqi rolled her eyes like this and looked at Qiao Muqi. The man's eyelashes moved imperceptibly, and he slowly turned his head to catch her eyes accurately.

The two looked at each other, Qiao Muqi picked up the file on his lap and put it on the bedside table, lowered his head and kissed her, and said in a low voice: "Did you sleep well?" ”

Rong Wanqi blinked his eyes slowly, and his heart was softened by his voice.

"Senior." She called him in a low voice.

His eyes were more gentle, and he looked at the little man on the bed lovingly.

"What's wrong?" He kissed her on the forehead again.

Rong Wanqi rubbed his eyes and lay in his arms. His head rested on his thick chest, and he leaned on him very comfortably.

He gently adjusted her back to a comfortable angle, and Qiao Muqi patted her on the back.

Rong Wanqi was slapped by him, and he was a little drowsy.

Qiao Muqi smiled softly, her chin rubbing against the top of her head.

"Little lazy bug." His voice was still low and hoarse.

"Nonsense, I'm not." Rong Wanqi pouted in his arms.

"Late Qi, what about growing up............" Qiao Muqi's voice was lower, and the low Rong Wanqi couldn't hear it really.

"Senior, have you ever been lonely?" Rong Wanqi began to pull the buttons of his shirt again and asked in a low voice. In the past few years, haven't seniors been lonely?

"Nope." Qiao Muqi chuckled, how could he be lonely, he had her.

"Senior, do you feel happy?" Rong Wanqi asked again.

"Happiness." With you, I will be happy.

"Then, is Late Seven happy?" Qiao Muqi saw that the person in her arms was silent, and couldn't help but ask her if she felt happy with her in the past few years with her.

"I ......" Rong Wanqi bit her lower lip, she never seemed to have thought about this problem.

How would she answer that question? Is she happy?

In the five years from the age of thirteen to eighteen, she hated him, alienated him, was cold to him, hated him, and hated him.

But...... Rong Wanqi bowed his head and was silent.

"Senior, I'm very happy to have you." Rong Wanqi raised his head from his arms, looked at him seriously, and said.

Qiao Muqi felt ashamed for a moment, because he suddenly wanted to cry.

If you love someone, you will care about what she says and does, Qiao Muqi's eyes were filled with tears.

After waiting for five years, I finally waited for her to grow up.

Qiao Muqi turned around and walked into the study, Rong Wanqi looked at his figure, yes, the senior is already twenty-two years old.

After a while, Qiao Muqi walked in with a square box, Rong Wanqi looked carefully, this box seemed to have been seen somewhere, but she suddenly couldn't remember where she had seen it.

Qiao Muqi opened the square box and walked to her side, Rong Wanqi fell into deep thought.