The trip to the Alps was set for three days. Luo Qingchen was busy with school and company affairs, and was very anxious for a while.
Even when Mu Lichuan was ill, she only found out that he didn't come to class the next day.
She took the afternoon off and bought a bowl of abalone and sea cucumber porridge from the most famous porridge shop in the east gate. Not to mention the taste, the appearance of this bowl of porridge was absolutely classy.
The price is not cheap either, a small bowl of porridge costs nearly 150 yuan.
It was already an hour after returning to the villa area. Luo Qingchen parked the car in his garage and walked to Mu Lichuan's villa.
To put it simply: it’s next door to her house.
A few seconds after pressing the doorbell, the housekeeper opened the door.
"Miss Luo—" the housekeeper seemed to feel that the title was a little wrong and hurriedly changed his words: "Young mistress."
"It's just a title, don't worry about it." Luo Qingchen smiled lightly and said, "Is Li Chuan at home?"
"Yes." The butler replied respectfully, "The young master is resting on the second floor."
"Has the fever gone?"
"It has gone away after taking the medicine."
"I'll go up and take a look." Luo Qingchen pursed her lips and smiled: "Butler, you are busy with your business, so there is no need to greet me."
"Okay young lady, the young master will be very happy to know that you suddenly appeared."
Luo Qingchen's eyebrows trembled, a faint smile appeared, and she walked upstairs.
She had an impression of the Mu family's housekeeper. She had met him many times when she was a child. He had been the housekeeper of the Mu family for many years.
In the southernmost room on the third floor, there is a wooden plaque hanging on the door with the word "Li" written on it.
Opening the door, a light scent of mint and vanilla filled the room.
If I have to describe it. It's probably a diffused version of the smell on Mu Lichuan's body, it smells particularly good.
"Young Master Mu Lichuan..." Luo Qingchen put down the porridge, raised her right hand, and was about to turn on the light.
Little did she know that the next second, she had fallen into a warm embrace without warning.
"Why did you come to me so well?" Mu Lichuan buried his head in her curly hair and said with a gentle smile, "Miss me."
"Yeah." She nodded obediently and said, "I heard that you were sick, but you didn't tell me."
She was probably used to him clinging to her so much. As long as they were alone, he especially liked to hold her.
It seemed that just holding her would make him feel particularly safe.
"Ahem—" Mu Lichuan coughed twice, gently let go of her, tickled her little nose and said, "It's not like she was infected by some lazy cat."
"I..." She wanted to explain something, but in the end she could only purse her lips and say with a red face: "You can't blame me for this, you took the initiative..."
By the way, Mu Lichuan also liked to kiss her when she had a cold.
No matter what she said, he didn't listen, but now it was better, she was finally infected.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Mu Lichuan quickly approached her, touched her lips lightly and left immediately: "I didn't say it wasn't me who took the initiative!"
"Hmph -" she snorted arrogantly: "I bought you some porridge, drink it while it's hot."
"good."
"Let me go and pack the things you need to go to Europe."
"good."
"You haven't told me what you are bringing with you." Since their engagement, Mu Lichuan has changed compared to before.
For example, he especially likes to say 'yes'. It seems that no matter what Luo Qingchen says, he doesn't hesitate at all and agrees to everything unconditionally. (To be continued)