Ye Zhichen slowly turned his gaze and looked around at this dining room, which was very small, not as big as the living room of the Ye family or even the Hai family, but it looked so warm, as if a small space had gathered all the temperatures together.

Outside the restaurant, Lan Ruohao quickly opened the car door and drove his car away as if fleeing.

In the restaurant, even though it was already eight o'clock in the evening, some of the guests had left, but the restaurant only relied on two waiters, and Gu Xi and Du Yan were still busy and messy.

took off his coat and threw it casually on the cash register, rolled up the white shirt sleeves, and wrinkled the collar that had just been pulled by Lan Ruohao, adding a decadent charm of a mature man.

Closing the bag with one hand, wiping the table, and reaching out to collect the money, this is the first time Ye Zhichen has done this kind of thing since he was twenty-four years old, heh, who would have thought that Ye Zhichen, who would wait for someone to pick up the spoon if he lost it, would do such a thing one day.

The first experience in life is always with a little joy, but the happiest thing in my heart is Lan Xianshu's indulgence of his behavior.

Ye Zhichen that day was really happy, he was like the owner of this restaurant, hovering in the restaurant, busy with this, helping with this, but his heart was so satisfied.

This is the happiest day he has had in three years, even if it is just a vulgar physical work, for him to be able to live by her side, even if he is hungry to see the scenery, it may be beautiful.

From the moment he knew that she was leaving three years ago, Ye Zhichen really thought that he could only do this for the rest of his life, and he returned the kindness of a woman, but he personally hurt his favorite woman and an unknown child.

It's like a dream that can never wake up, repeating the same nightmare every day, a very heavy nightmare, so heavy that he almost wakes up every night, sitting alone on a huge bed, covered in sweat, breathing rapidly, and her mind flashes her still unchanged face and her so complaining eyes.

It was so oppressive that he stood in front of her, looking at her, looking into her eyes, but could never reach out and take her into his arms.

During that time, he began to recover quickly, physically, at work, he quickly returned to the same as before, covering up every day as if he had never been injured, even if the people around him thought that he had healed and forgotten, but only he really understood that she had already become one with his body and even his mind like a cinnabar mole on his heart.

Missing is really a disease, a kind of life that he thought he could only live like this for the rest of his life.

Lan Ruohao didn't go to Blue City, but drove all the way to the most familiar place.

It happened to be nine o'clock in the evening when I drove all the way to Haijia Villa, and it happened to be the best time for the father and son to perform filial piety.

The housekeeper welcomed Lan Ruohao into the hall as if he had seen the savior of his life, muttering about the changes in the Hai family over the years and those thoughts that sounded very false along the way.

The lights in the huge hall were bright and flashing, and Hai Ruoxi was the only one in the warm yellow imported sofa.

Maybe she had just had dinner, she was lazily nestled on the sofa alone, with waist-length wavy black hair and a long white silk dress, such Hai Ruoxi looked really harmless to livestock.