There will be an awkward period of adaptation between many partners who have just started working together, but this obviously does not apply to Murong Cao and Yang Muqing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At the very least, both are hidden workaholic types.

After returning to the studio, Yang Muqing went into the kitchen without saying a word, and made up dinner...... Or maybe a late-night snack is more appropriate.

He heard Murong Cao calling in the living room without hesitation, and his tone was gentle and extremely sweet.

"Oh, I'm resting in the studio tonight, haha, yes, there's a new business...... Good night, love you, kiss one, Mo Mo Da~"

After Murong Cao finished making the call, she noticed a tempting aroma wafting from the kitchen, she took a long breath of satisfaction, touched her empty belly, resisted the urge to make trouble, and turned on the computer to check the information, while quietly waiting for the meal to start.

This kind of quiet fireworks breath is what she has not seen for a long time, and she is a little resistant when she is moved, so she unconsciously opens the music software and chooses a familiar song to play in a loop.

A dynamic melody sounded, as if an invisible protective shield had been pulled up, enveloping her in it.

When she came to her senses, the meal had been set on the table, steaming, Yang Muqing stood on the table to serve the meal, noticed her eyes drifting over, and said lightly: "Open the meal." ”

"It's very efficient, it smells so good, I can't wait!"

Murong Cao smiled sweetly, quickly turned off the computer, and went straight to the dining table.

Stir-fried meat with chili, diced kung pao chicken, mushroom greens, and sweet soup are wine-brewed Lantern Festival, small and exquisite, and they all look good.

Murong Cao looked at Xiang Yang Muqing with a pair of starry eyes, full of infinite admiration, she herself is a cooking idiot, and she can only scramble eggs and fried rice, it seems that her decision to buy ingredients in advance and put them in the refrigerator is really extremely wise, and a good day of happy foodies is coming!

"Wash your hands first."

“……”

After Murong Cao obediently went to wash his hands, he immediately sat down at the table unceremoniously and munched on it, extremely fast, but elegant in appearance.

Yang Muqing originally wanted to ask if he hadn't cooked for a long time and whether it tasted, but seeing that Murong Cao was eating so happily, he knew that he didn't need to ask.

Halfway through, he silently handed over a glass of boiled water, but was unexpectedly glanced at by Murong Cao, and then she got up and went to the forbidden room, and after a while, took out a bottle of red wine and two goblets, and poured them full.

"Welcome to join~ I have a hunch that we will definitely be very tacit partners, and we will be invincible and invincible in the world. Earn it a lot! ”

"Okay." Yang Muqing said in his heart, but it is very realistic, not talking about any grand blueprint, it is very good.

The crisp clinking of glasses sounded, and the two looked at each other and smiled, tacitly.

After eating the meal in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, Yang Muqing was about to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but was stopped by Murong Cao.

"Na, this is the car key, there are not many cars in the underground parking lot, white Santana, you go and get your luggage, you will start work tomorrow, there is no time for you to move."

Yang Muqing took it, wanted to say something but didn't say anything in the end, turned around and went downstairs.

Murong Cao rolled up his sleeves, washed the dishes and chopsticks neatly, and found a new set of bed sheets and quilt covers from the utility room, and cleaned up the guest room briefly.

When Yang Muqing came back, Murong Cao had already gone to the forbidden room, probably asleep, and a few hundred-yuan bills were pressed on the dining table with a teacup, which was obviously left for him to spend.

His luggage was simple, and because he was afraid of making noise to Murong Cao, he only moved it to a corner of the guest room, and did not plan to pack it, but only took out the necessary items.

A stable life, a stable residence, and a job that will not worry about dismissal, what he wants has always been so simple.

After taking a bath, Yang Muqing walked to the balcony and smoked a cigarette, then returned to the sofa in the living room, turned on the sofa lamp, took out a pen and paper that had not been touched for a long time, and drew carefully.

Now that a new life has begun, he will definitely live up to Murong Cao's trust.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, Murong Cao was standing in front of the big whiteboard in the forbidden room, analyzing some of the clues he had found so far.

It wasn't until two or three o'clock in the evening that the two of them slept peacefully.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Murong Cao walked out of the forbidden room with two dark circles under his eyes, and saw Yang Muqing watering several pots of pothos on the balcony.

"Early ......"

"Early." Yang Muqing turned around and said, "Breakfast is on the table, what time do you go out?" ”

Murong Xiao looked at the table with hazy eyes: toast, eggs, coffee.

Very well, it's her preference.

"We went out at eight o'clock, and we tried to get to the villa yesterday at half past eight...... Hey? When did you cut your hair? ”

Only then did Murong Cao realize that Yang Muqing's long flowing hair had turned into a refreshing short hair, and he was dressed more formally today, looking very radiant, without the gloomy atmosphere of yesterday.

"On the way to pick up my luggage last night, I cut it by the way."

"Haha, it's pretty good, taking it out definitely gives me a long face, how much money did it cost to cut my hair, I will reimburse it!"

"No, hurry up."

Murong Cao said in his heart, Sister finally got rich and rich, and you still didn't appreciate it, but when you looked at the time, you really couldn't delay any longer, and you went to wash up.

Patiently waiting for her to eat, Yang Muqing handed over the fruits of his hard work last night.

On thin white paper, a painted boy comes to life.

"Is this the little imp you caught yesterday?"

Yang Muqing nodded silently.

"That's what I guessed."

Murong Cao turned on the computer and typed a line without hesitation into the "Jiangshan Avenue Hit and Run Case on a Rainy Night".

Yang Muqing glanced at what she searched for, her eyes flashed with a hint of surprise and excitement, and the look at Murong Cao was very different.

"Looks like I'm doing a lot of more."

"Wrong, it's twice the result with half the effort, seeing this portrait, I feel much more confident. Then again, you're really good at drawing. ”

"Professional."

At eight o'clock, Yang Muqing had already packed some necessary supplies and urged Murong Cao to go out.

"How do you know to bring these things?"

"The work notes you have on the table in your living room are for me to see, right?"

"Uh...... Be. ”

"Let's go."

Murong Cao smiled with satisfaction, although he felt that this assistant entered the state of work a little quickly, much higher than his expectations, but he was indeed full of joy, after all, no one was happy and had to spend a lot of time teaching others how to work.

Sitting in the car, Murong Cao found that there was a bag of snacks in the back seat, all of which he loved to eat on weekdays.

"Could it be that I, Li Hang, also sold my details to you?"

"You have a supermarket shopping list in your work notes." Yang Muqing paused, and then said, "235 yuan, it's all snacks." ”

"You're doing so well, I'm going to be overwhelmed with a raise."

"But it's disrespectful."

"Haha, I'll think about it seriously and make up for a nap first." Murong Cao said and took a pillow into his arms, adjusted to a comfortable posture, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The car drove very steadily, and even when it stopped, Murong Cao didn't notice it.

Yang Muqing saw that it was almost half past eight, so he had to wake him up.

When Murong Cao opened his eyes, he happened to see such a scene.

The door of the villa slowly opened, and a tired man went out with a briefcase, which was supposed to go to work, and his young and beautiful wife stood at the door with a baby in her arms, usually and beautifully.