Jiang Muqi sensed her sudden indifference and detachment.

pursed his lips, his eyebrows narrowed slightly, and he took the initiative to explain, "If you go out to eat, the time arrangement is not very convenient, I will have a video conference later, and I will tell the aunt at home to cook before I come over." ”

"Cook your favorite dishes."

Si Futian glanced at him silently, but still didn't say anything.

Jiang Muqi's eyes deepened, and he stared at her carefully and thought for a few seconds.

As if he suddenly understood her concerns, Jiang Muqi said: "Qingqing, last time I was in a hurry, so I would make such a mistake." I just brought you over for dinner today, there is no other meaning, don't worry, I can't do such a thing a second time. ”

Seeing that she didn't move, Jiang Muqi's eyes became more and more gentle, "I promise you, you don't like to be treated like that, and I won't do it again in the future." ”

Si Futian stared at him for a few seconds, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He continued to remind him, "I made an appointment to go back to study the script in the evening, and it won't be too long to eat with you here." ”

Jiang Muqi locked the car door, "I know, I'll send you back safely after finishing the meal later." ”

After getting Jiang Muqi's promise, Si Futian finally put his mind at ease.

The person who cooked in the villa was still Liu's mother, and when Liu's mother saw her, her face smiled like a flower.

"Madam, you're back, you've lost a lot of weight recently, it's really distressing to watch."

"Fortunately, I made a lot of dishes today, as well as Madame's favorite pot-wrapped meat, I'll serve it to Madame later."

At dinner time, all the dishes on the table were Si Fu's favorite meals.

Jiang Muqi didn't look for anything, and the meal between the two was quite pleasant.

After eating, Si Futian's eyes unconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Qingqing, the driver who took you home is on his way, it's still early, why don't you go upstairs and sit down?"

Jiang Muqi naturally sent out an invitation, and his tone was also very sincere.

Si Futian glanced at the food on the table, she had eaten a lot here tonight, and the meal was quite pleasant.

With soft hands and short mouths, Si Futian couldn't say anything if he refused.

Jiang Muqi didn't wait for her reply, and took the lead to go up the stairs, without any intention of embarrassment.

Leave and stay at will.

Si Futian is a person who eats soft and not hard, and the more Jiang Muqi is like this, the more she can't just turn around and leave.

Looking at the figure on the second floor that was about to disappear into the study at the end, Si Fu sighed, and still followed up to the second floor resignedly.

When she entered the study, Jiang Muqi was not reading, nor was she busy with official business.

He sat in a sofa chair with a photo album in his hand.

When Si Futian saw the album, his eyes flashed quickly.

She was very familiar with that album, and Jiang Muqi used to use that album as a treasure and did not allow anyone to touch it.

Bai Xingchen hinted to her countless times that that album was all the memories of Bai Qingqing and Jiang Muqi, and it was also Jiang Muqi's most precious memory.

In the past three years, she followed the light into the study countless times, but saw Jiang Muqi looking through this photo album alone late at night, with a gentle and deep expression, which was a deep love for her that she would never have.

Si Futian has been injured many times, and over time, that photo album has become the trauma she least wants to mention.

Si Fu leaned into the study, sat on the sofa chair on the other side, and took a book from the table to read, intending not to fight with Jiang Muqi.

"Qingqing." Jiang Muqi suddenly handed the album to her, "Aren't you curious about it?" ”

"It's yours, and you can look through it as much as you like."

Si Fu glanced at her, and the photo album aimed at her was a photo of Bai Qingqing and Jiang Muqi skiing in the snow mountain.

Bai Qingqing was wearing a ski suit, smiling happily at the camera, her eyebrows and eyes showing confidence.

Jiang Muqi didn't look at the camera, but looked down at the girl beside her, her expression was gentle and intoxicated.

Bai Qingqing's face is indeed exactly the same as her, but her eyebrows and eyes are more immature and young than her, but her expression is relaxed and happy that she has never had.

As she looked down at the album, Jiang Muqi nervously observed her reaction, hoping to see a trace of memory recovery in her expression.

Si Futian suddenly pinched his palms, his chest was blocked, and there were some unspeakable grievances and anger.

She Huo Ran stood up, didn't look at Jiang Muqi, turned around and left immediately.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry, I still have something to do, see you next time."

"Qingqing!"

Jiang Muqi got up eagerly, but almost brought down the water glass on the table.

Jiang Muqi's pupils constricted, and he quickly took out the album, hugged it tightly in his arms, and nervously checked whether the album was damaged.

Si Futian didn't want to look at it, so he walked away.

"Qingqing!"

Jiang Muqi held the photo album in one hand, stepped forward in three steps and two steps, and hugged Si Fu from behind.

"Qingqing, don't go."

"Don't go, since you don't want to look at the album, then don't look at it."

Jiang Muqi's voice tightened, and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders hard.

Si Fu's mind was full of the picture of the harmonious atmosphere, and he forgot to resist his embrace.

Jiang Muqi used her jaw to search her soft hair, her ears and temples grinding, infinite warmth, "Qingqing...... Qingqing ......"

Jiang Muqi's low murmur followed one after another.

This low murmur made Si Futian sober up from his confused and confused thoughts.

Si Futian felt powerless, sighed, and his voice was unusually calm, "Jiang Muqi, what if I used to be Bai Qingqing?" ”

"Don't say that I don't have any memories of Bai Qingqing's existence in my head, even if I do, so what? When I was Si Futian, I had been deeply hurt by you, and in the past three years, even the deepest feelings have been buried. ”

"All the enthusiasm is all over the place."

Jiang Muqi turned around and looked at Jiang Muqi with a straightforward gaze, "Jiang Muqi, I can't accept you a second time, my heart is dead, I can't forgive you." ”

"You can also let me go, will you give me freedom?"

The light in Jiang Muqi's eyes dimmed inch by inch.

He clenched Si Fu's wrist, and his eyes were intensely scarlet, "No! You can't do that! ”

"Qingqing, I've been waiting for you for so long, six years ago, six years later, so much time...... You can't just say put it down, I don't allow it! ”

Jiang Muqi was a little paranoid, almost mad, and his scarlet eyes stared at Si Futian.

Si Futian was so hurt by his buckle that his arm frowned and wanted to shake off his hand.

But her reaction made Jiang Muqi even more anxious.

Jiang Muqi pinched her hard, unable to bear the fact that she was becoming more and more out of her control and about to escape.

This intense sense of uneasiness drove him crazy and left him breathless.

Jiang Muqizai stared at her carefully for a few seconds, and finally his gaze fell on her pale pink lips.

He needed to desperately grab something to dispel the uneasiness in his chest.