Hearing the movement coming from the door, Huo Yichen brought the dishes that had just come out of the pot to the table, looked back at Murong Qiao who was standing at the door, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"Welcome back."

As soon as this sentence came out, Murong Qiao felt that if he didn't take the initiative to go over and give the other party a hug, he was simply a heinous sinner.

It's a pity that when she made the corresponding move in the next second, she directly regretted it.

The wolf, who had been quietly waiting for the prey to come to the door, finally seized the opportunity and directly controlled the fleeing rabbit firmly in his arms, without giving the other party any breathing space.

It wasn't until he saw the rabbit's face turn red that the fierce wolf finally reluctantly relaxed a little.

"I've kissed so many times, why haven't I learned to ventilate?" Huo Yichen let go of his hand funny, looked at Murong Qiao, who was flushed, and couldn't help but raise his fingertips and rub her nose.

Murong Qiao directly shrank out of his embrace, "Who is like you." ”

"I've been out for so many days, and I'm not allowed to charge some interest?" Huo Yichen asked rhetorically.

Murong Qiao raised his eyebrows, but he didn't refute Huo Yichen this time, but touched the tip of his nose with some weakness.

Who makes someone hungry and chooses to eat, and holds her every day to explore the true meaning of life.

"Alright, let's get ready for dinner." Huo Yichen is also teasing her.

After some intimacy, Huo Yichen went to the kitchen to serve the food, and Murong Qiao also relaxed because of this and followed to help.

"It smells so good." Murong Qiao picked up a piece of meat and bit it.

The meat has obviously been carefully stewed, fed with time and temperature, to the point that a slight bite of the tooth is enough to soften and debon, and then perfectly enters the mouth, releasing the rich aroma contained within.

The aroma of the meat lingered in his mouth for a long time, and when he mixed it with the greasy beans, there was a different flavor, as if he couldn't get tired of eating it at all, so Murong Qiao couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Seeing this, Huo Yichen clamped another piece for her. "When I took you to eat steak before, why didn't I see you like it so much?"

"How can that be the same as what your boyfriend did with his own hands?" Murong Qiao replied to him.

She picked up the piece of meat that Huo Yichen gave herself with chopsticks, and shook it in front of her eyes as if showing off.

This is what Achen did, just for her unique feeding service.

Murong Qiao was eating meat, but his eyes shifted to Huo Yichen from time to time.

Just after patronizing for dinner, Huo Yichen was sitting at the dining table at this time, and he didn't even take off the apron on his body.

The black apron itself looks monotonous, but with Huo Yichen's face, it immediately makes people feel that no matter what kind of food they make, it can make people have the desire to eat.

The warm yellow light came down from the top of his head, and the darkness of the night outside set off the man's face as warm as jade, and even when he ate quietly without speaking, Murong Qiao felt that the other party was very gentle.

Her heart moved, and she suddenly couldn't help but pull the other party's free hand.

"Huh?" Huo Yichen felt the other party's movements, naturally held it back, and then stopped the chopsticks in his hand and turned his head to look at her.

Seeing him act like this, Murong Qiao couldn't help laughing out loud.

"It feels like you're not alone from high school." She spoke suddenly.

At that time, Huo Yichen was not good, and even Murong Qiao never thought that the two would have these countless intersections and such an intimate relationship at that time.

"High school?" Huo Yichen raised his eyebrows and asked. "Which of you like me?"

This is a dangerous question.

"Nonsense, it's good to like it at any time!" Murong Qiao hurriedly turned the tide.

She didn't want to just ask for leave the next day and not be able to go to the company.

"Tell me about it, isn't anyone will?" Huo Yichen didn't plan to let her go.

Murong Qiao was serious, "I like it, I really like it!" ”

It's a pity that all her self-testimony was crushed by a burning kiss, mixed into her breathing, and even the voice of defense could not overflow.

At the beginning, the young man who was as tall as a pine and poplar had already grown into a towering tree.

Murong Qiao was shrouded in the shadow of the tree, becoming more and more petite and pitiful.

The longness of the night was witnessed on this night.

The next morning, waiting for the sun to penetrate the thick bed curtains with great difficulty, and finally reached an agreement with the glimmer and the alarm clock to wake up the person in the bed together, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

There was an unknown object on the huge double bed, and after the disturbing sound of the alarm clock rang, a hand stretched out from the gap between the quilt and the bed, touched it randomly, and pressed the alarm clock off angrily.

"Hmm-"

Murong Qiao stretched out unconsciously, and her body faintly reflected a feeling of soreness, which made her return to some of her senses a little.

She was alone on the bed, and when Murong Qiao got up slowly, she saw a note with elegant handwriting on the bedside table.

[I went to the company, breakfast was in the kitchen, I had already told Jiang Chi, if the alarm clock woke you up on time, the porridge temperature was just right. 】

What does not match this trace is that a very iconic love heart is drawn at the end.

It can be seen that the person who writes is very serious, and the love painting is a bit like an emoji, but it is this feeling that makes Murong Qiao can't help but bend his lips and laugh.

Forget it, forgive him for his excesses last night.

Murong Qiao got up to wash, and then went to the kitchen to see Huo Yichen's glutinous rice porridge that had just come out of the pot at a scheduled time.

A little black rice is added to it, and it tastes sweet and silky, so that the last trace of irritability when you get up in the morning disappears.

Also taking advantage of the time to eat breakfast, Murong Qiao sent a message to Huo Yichen, and then saw that some of the reports that Jiang Chi sent to him in the morning were piled up in the chat box.

Mostly a number of documents and reports, as well as a proposal.

[In addition, there are many people on the company's artist side who have won awards and nominations, and you also need to go to the awards site at that time. Jiang Chi then attached a newly released itinerary.

Awards......

Murong Qiao silently calculated in his heart, it seemed that it had been last year since the last award.

It can only be said that if you don't see each other for a day, this year's CG development is in full swing, and it is no longer the time when only a few artists can handle it.

Just looking at the list given by Jiang Chi, there are more than a dozen people who want to go.

[I'll go to the company later.] Murong Qiao replied.

It was just typing, and Murong Qiao suddenly remembered that after he went back last night, he hadn't asked Huo Yichen about the company's news.

Tsk, I was fooled by the other party.

Thinking that his attention had been diverted last night, Murong Qiao shook his head helplessly, and in the end, he could only remember this matter first, and then pay attention to it today.

When he received the news that Murong Qiao had woken up, Huo Yichen was in Huo's office, talking to the project leader he found yesterday.

"Regarding what happened yesterday, we have investigated it clearly, it was the quality inspection of this instrument, and two of the key parts were obviously replaced." The project leader presents his own conclusions.

It's just that when these words came out of his mouth, Huo Yichen didn't need to open his mouth, and the project leader broke out in a cold sweat on his head.

When it comes to quality inspection problems, the project leader even feels for a moment that he is not in charge.

"We found through monitoring that it was Director Wang's people who secretly replaced the parts of this batch of instruments...... "The more the person in charge said, the quieter his voice became.

Huo Yichen squinted his eyes and looked at the information presented in his hand, a standard middle-aged man's face corroded by wine.

(End of chapter)