"How can you take out so many snacks! Boss Meng, is this Doraemon's pocket? You can get whatever you want."
From the rearview mirror, Qiao Yuan could clearly see Meng Yao repeatedly tearing the packaging bag and stuffing snacks into her mouth.
I am not as fat as I was when I was a kid, but I can still eat as much as before...
He commented like this in his heart.
Meng Yao looked up at him briefly, then lowered her head to look at her phone. There was a small game on the screen that did not require much intelligence but tested hand speed.
Qiao Yuan chuckled and was not at all annoyed by Meng Yao's lack of answer.
Along the way, Ling Xiao tried to bring up many topics, but they were all interrupted by Qiao Yuan.
"I didn't expect that you like coffee so much, Ling Xiao. Are you under too much pressure? It seems that being an actor is not easy for you. I think I am more free and easy. If nothing else, I always have a beautiful woman to accompany me when I go out."
"But if you like to drink coffee, I have a place I can recommend. I go there often. The environment is relatively quiet, and you can meet beautiful women from time to time. I'll take you there next time."
Ling Xiao's eyes were calm, and he curled his lips: "Really? Thank you."
"Why are you being so polite to me? I called you a lot when I was abroad!"
Meng Yao watched Qiao Yuan getting closer and closer to Ling Xiao from behind, and she narrowed her eyes.
The book does not mention any special emotional entanglement between Ling Xiao and Qiao Yuan... Could it be that after meeting the heroine Meng Qingqing, Qiao Yuan and Ling Xiao have begun to stand on opposite sides, so the current situation between the two is not right.
Soon the car finally stopped at Huanzhen Entertainment.
Ling Xiao first glanced at Qiao Yuan and said, "Aren't you going down?"
Qiao Yuan smiled softly: "I didn't expect it to be so convenient. What a pity, I'm not going to the company now. I'll trouble Ling Xiao to give me a ride later."
Ling Xiao gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the back of his overly white hand was covered with purple blood vessels.
Meng Yao had already opened the car door and she directly slung her bag over her shoulder: "I'm leaving first."
"Xiaoyao..."
Ling Xiao looked at the hand on his arm, narrowed his eyes slightly, and warned coldly: "Qiao Yuan, stop it."
Qiao Yuan smiled lazily and took back his hand: "I was just joking with you, don't take it too seriously."
Ling Xiao's gaze stayed on him for a second, then he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car without hesitation.
"Xiaoyao!" Ling Xiao quickly caught up with Mengyao and handed her the hat in his hand: "Your hat fell on the car. It's windy outside, so you should put it on!"
Meng Yao took the hat and said, "Thank you."
Ling Xiao looked into her exposed eyes, beautiful but calm.
"I've been thinking a lot lately, and there's one thing I don't quite understand..."
Meng Yao lowered her head and put on her hat: "What don't you understand?"
"Whether it's milk tea or lobster, why does your taste change so quickly?"
"Of course, these are not the most important things. What makes me most curious is your personality. Your temper has changed a lot. It's like... you've become a completely different person."
Meng Yao's fingers paused on the hat for a second, then raised her eyes again: "Change... Who can not change? Others praised me for being much calmer."
"Brother Lingxiao, don't you like my changes?"
Ling Xiao was silent for a few seconds, but the storm in his eyes never subsided.
Like it
He really treated her as his sister at first, but from one day on, he found that his feelings had changed.
Why
Is it because she is becoming more and more dazzling or more and more attractive
He couldn't explain it, the only thing he was sure of was that he was increasingly unable to take his eyes off her, and increasingly unable to resist the obsession in his heart.
After a long while, his eyes lit up with a smile: "Of course I like seeing you grow up and mature."
Ling Xiao slowly watched Meng Yao leave.
When he returned to the car, he saw Qiao Yuan playing with a string of beads in his hand.
"You're back? So late?"
"What's that in your hand?"
"Brother Rong likes this stuff, so I got some too, it's pretty good."
Ling Xiao slammed the car door shut and turned to look at Qiao Yuan: "Are you really going to the book cafe?"
Qiao Yuan shrugged: "What else? Do I look so uncultured? I really came here to cultivate my sentiments."
Ling Xiao lowered his eyes: "There are only two of us here, there is no need for you to lie anymore. Tell me, what is your purpose?"
"Don't be so serious." Qiao Yuan pinched the string of beads in his hand and said slowly: "I'm afraid you won't be sober, so I came here to take a look together. It can also be regarded as a reminiscence with you."
"I'm not awake?"
Qiao Yuan did not answer, but asked back: "Are you awake now?"
Ling Xiao paused for a moment, and the next second his eyes shot towards Qiao Yuan like a knife.
"I have never seen anything like this, and I never intended to condemn or blame you from the beginning. I know that some things are hard to turn back unless you hit a wall, so you need to figure everything out on your own. But as your friend, I will still give you the words you just said - know when to stop."
"Ling Xiao, you will get hurt."
Qiao Yuan also raised his head and looked at Ling Xiao.
“… You won’t understand.” Unlike his usual calm and gentle voice, his voice was a little difficult.
Maybe I won’t turn back even if I hit the wall? Who knows…
*
After finishing work, Meng Yao rushed home.
Waiting for her was still the steaming hot meal. Meng Yao moved unrestrainedly. She pulled out a chair and sat on it. Suddenly, she felt something was wrong.
She turned her head and saw Rong Yan walking towards her with a plate in his hand.
This time period...
For a moment, Meng Yao could hardly tell whether it was surprising that Rong Wei came back at such an early hour or whether it was surprising that he was bringing the meal.
He was still neat and elegant, but with a little more worldly air.
It was not until the food landed steadily on the table that Meng Yao came back to her senses.
"You...husband, why did you come back so early today?"
Rong Wei looked at her.
There was not much embarrassment or awkwardness on her face, and this realization made Rong Wei feel much happier.
"There's not much work to do." After thinking for a moment, he added, "I'll come back earlier in the future."
He lowered his eyebrows slightly, and his stern face showed a rare bit of tenderness and affection.
Meng Yao nodded, her eyes moved to the dining table, and she frowned slightly.
Why does it feel like the food this time is so different from before
Apart from anything else, the aroma and appearance are far inferior to before. Could it be that Wang Ma's cooking skills have regressed to this extent
(End of this chapter)