Qin Xinghao was silent, the atmosphere was very embarrassing, Yi Mengrong wanted to turn on the music to resolve it, but thinking about this after all, this is his car, she is not Qiao An now, she has lost her qualifications, thinking about whether to say a few words to him, but seeing his cold face, it doesn't look like he wants to speak, Yi Mengrong gave up.

He took a paper bag from the back seat and gave it to her, Yi Mengrong looked at the bag and hesitated, but continued, the logo on the bag was familiar to her, it was her favorite bakery.

She has liked to eat this sweet fruit bread and milk tea since she was a child, there is only one in C City, and it is far away, every time she wants to eat it, she has to grind him and take herself there, but she didn't expect to be able to eat it now.

It's just that she didn't expect that after so many years, she still remembered the tastes she liked to eat.

She looked at him and tore a little bread, it was still the same taste as before, but it didn't have the original feeling, at that time she would force him to eat it together, watching him not like desserts but being forced to eat by himself, watching him dislike what he had eaten but still eating, but now he can't go back.

The sweet taste leaves only a bitter taste.

Yi Mengrong ate a little and put it down.

Seeing him staring ahead and driving, Yi Mengrong swallowed everything he wanted to say, closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep against the window.

Maybe it's because he hasn't had a good rest for a long time, or maybe it's because he was there, Yi Mengrong fell asleep quickly, not at all like a person who needs sleeping pills to fall asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, he was covered with a blanket, the car was parked on the side of the road, he was standing outside smoking a cigarette, it looked like he was blending with the night, and his back looked lonely.

No wonder he could smell the faint smell of tobacco before, Yi Mengrong frowned because he was not in good health, and she rarely let him smoke, but how many cigarettes he had smoked in the past seven years.

She got up and got out of the car, saw the cigarette on the ground, and wanted to ask him if he didn't want his body, but now she has no reason to ask, but she can't help but feel distressed in her heart, so she was injured and smoked like this, does he really not take his body seriously?

What she didn't know was that every time she thought of her over the years, Qin Xinghao would smoke, and later became addicted, just like being addicted to her, only at this time could he calm down and concentrate on doing things, especially at home, where she was everywhere.

"Sorry for the delay." I wanted to care about him, but when this was the word, Yi Mengrong lowered his head and didn't look at his expression again.

Qin Xinghao didn't speak, stepped on the cigarette and walked to the opposite side.

Yi Mengrong realized that they were no longer in City C.

"How did you get here?" City B is close to City C, it is a city suitable for tourism, when they came here, she liked the food of City B very much, Qin Xinghao often brought her to eat, but I didn't expect to go to City B again seven years later or be with him.

When she reached the door, the familiarity made her panic, she remembered that he was here to propose to herself, but ......

Looking at Qin Xinghao's back, Yi Mengrong couldn't understand what he meant, from her favorite bread and milk tea to this restaurant now, take her to revisit her hometown? Or to stimulate her, no matter which one it is, Yi Mengrong doesn't want to go in.

"What's wrong? Mr. Yi. ”

He still has that cold look, even with a little bit of anger, maybe because he knows too much, even with his usual expression, Yi Mengrong can feel that he is very unhappy.

Yi Mengrong didn't want to provoke this madman at this time, so she had to follow him in, it was still the usual box, or the dishes she liked to eat, but Yi Mengrong became more and more restless.

Every time he comes, even if there are only two people, Qin Xinghao likes to ask for a private room, although she feels that it is a waste every time, but he says that he doesn't like others to see the way his women eat, although he dislikes it every time he eats, it looks too ugly, but his heart is full of warmth.

But what does it mean to do this now? Does he still feel like Joan?

Yi Mengrong sat there with a little weakness and didn't look at him with his eyes, but saw that he had always looked cold, as if he didn't know anything.

Yi Mengrong comforted himself in his heart, if he really knew, how could it be like this, I am afraid that he would have locked himself up and punished him severely.

Yi Mengrong thought of someone venting his beastly desires in the name of punishment, and his face slowly turned red.

Qin Xinghao peeled a shrimp and put it on her plate without anything.

Looking at the shrimp meat on the plate, Yi Mengrong looked at him with mixed feelings.

The silence of a meal eaten.

Qin Xinghao looked at the meal on her plate that didn't move much, and looked at her with a frown, Yi Mengrong thought that he was about to lose his temper again and wanted to explain, but saw him stand up and said, "I'll go check out." ”

Looking at his back, Yi Mengrong silently forced back the tears that were about to overflow, in the past, every time they ate, the two of them would have a lot of communication, and even every time she would eat and support, and then pull him for a walk, at that time, I always felt that it was the happiest time, just like an ordinary couple, and now I don't even have a word.

Yi Mengrong packed up her emotions before Qin Xinghao came back, and when she got downstairs, she thought about it and said, "Mr. Qin, since the meal is also finished, shouldn't we talk about the Lin family." ”

Qin Xinghao's originally calm face became even more unhappy, and Yi Mengrong muttered in his heart that this man's temper was really getting more and more uncertain, obviously he said it himself to talk about the Lin family, but he was unhappy when he mentioned it.

"It's too late, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Qin Xinghao stared at Yi Mengrong deadly, but he really wanted to know what else this dead girl could say.

"Then let's go back to City C." Yi Mengrong knew very well that she was asking him now, but if she could really get the Lin family back, she would be willing to go down to the fourth even if she whispered.

"Drunk driving." Qin Xinghao glanced at her.

Yi Mengrong is silent, drunk driving? A few sips of white wine can also be considered drunk driving? Besides, who Qin Xinghao is, who is not long-sighted, is not afraid of death and dares to give him a ticket, I am afraid that he thinks he has lived long enough.

I still remember that there was a young traffic policeman who had just taken office again, and when he saw him running a red light, he was ticketed, who knew that the traffic police took the ticket, and the young master Qin also took out a list, wrote a name of Qin Xinghao, and threw it to the traffic police, leaving a sentence domineeringly, this name is enough for me to break for ten years, and then galloped away.

Yi Mengrong didn't believe Qin Xinghao's excuse at all, he was completely doubting his IQ.

"Then where to stay tonight, I didn't bring my ID." Yi Mengrong frowned, a little unhappy.