Lin Hong ate very quickly, and he ate a lot, a pot of lean porridge was almost drunk by him, and there were no vegetables and meat slices left!

Fortunately, Pan Qinglan put more amounts, otherwise Lin Hong would not be able to eat enough.

Seeing that he ate well, Panqinglan's heart actually gave birth to an unprecedented sense of pride, this was the first time she had cooked for a stranger.

Lin Hong was so full that he hiccuped, and when he saw the empty plates on the dining table, he smiled a little embarrassedly and took the initiative to get up and clean up.

"Your cooking is delicious!"

Hearing this, the corners of Pan Qinglan's mouth couldn't help but rise, she has always cooked and eaten by herself, and rarely goes out to restaurants, so she has also practiced her cooking skills.

"Well, you can call me Qinglan, Lin Hong."

Pan Qinglan took the initiative to show goodwill, but Lin Hong didn't shirk it, and directly called Qinglan, and his voice revealed a hint of joy.

The friendship between the two was born quietly.

——

When night falls, different from the hustle and bustle of the city and the bright neon lights, Longtan Villa is hidden on a quiet mountain.

Murong Le was picked up and taken home by the driver, and at the end of the semester, her studies were also busy, and she glanced at the road leading to Cheng Jin's residence, and her footsteps paused slightly.

It seemed like she hadn't visited that friend in a long time.

Back in the house, the servant called her:

"Miss Le, the young master is busy with official business in the study, do you want to ask him to eat?"

The maid didn't dare to disturb Murong Bojing's work without permission, so he specially asked Murong Le.

"Oh, I'll go up and call him."

Murong Le glanced at the time, it was already seven o'clock, and it was almost time for dinner, so he went straight upstairs.

The second floor is the bedroom and bathroom, and the study is located on the third floor, and Murong Le rarely goes up.

Climb all the way up to the third floor, and at the end is the study, where the lights are on, indicating the presence of the owner.

Murong Le looked at the other rooms on the third floor and found that it was a huge gym, with all the fitness equipment in it, and a mirror on the wall.

Gently pushing open the door of the study, Murong Bojing was sitting in front of the computer, holding the document in his hand, carefully reviewing it.

Murong Le's footsteps stopped, and when she looked through the crack in the door, the man's side face met her eyes, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, deep eyebrows and eyes, and thin lips.

It is said that serious men are the most handsome, and Murong Le suddenly had an idea, in fact, the uncle is not so terrible.

The man read the document quickly, turned the next page, the slender fingers were flawless, and the temperament was noble.

After secretly watching for a while, Murong Le pushed the door in, stood by the door and shouted:

"Uncle, it's time to eat."

Murong Bojing, who was obsessed with work, suddenly heard the crisp voice of the little girl, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he raised his eyes.

The little woman was looking around at his study, which was not only a place to work, but also a sacred place for reading and cultivating one's mind.

There are several rows of bookshelves, full of books, neatly stacked, and near the window, there is also a round table for drinking tea, and the tea set is clear at a glance.

"Well, interested in the study?"

Murong Bojing's voice was pleasant and seductive, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise, and the whole person didn't look as gloomy and terrifying as usual.

Maybe it's because he got along with Cheng Jin for a day today, and he's in a good mood.

"I'll read the book."

Murong Le took a few steps forward and swept in front of the bookshelves, almost all of them were famous books, as well as various books on corporate governance and historical records.

After reading it again, it seemed that there was no book on the acting department, Murong Le's mouth collapsed and he pouted.

Murong Bojing had been paying attention to the little woman's expression, and found that she had gradually turned from surprise to disappointment at first, frowning.