In the evening, while Qin Qingqing was working in the study, Mo Ziyi came to her house again.

Hearing the sound of the door, she turned her head and looked at him, facing the gaze of his standing at the door. A hint of astonishment flashed through her eyes. He was not happy when he left in the afternoon, why did he come again?

In the backlight, his eyes were deep, his handsome facial features were covered with a layer of coolness, and his beautiful brows were slightly frowning, as if he was very dissatisfied with her still sick, so he abused himself like this.

"Go downstairs for supper."

After a moment of looking at each other, Mo Ziyi walked towards her.

Qin Qingqing turned her head and looked at the computer. In a few minutes, she finished drawing the picture.

She didn't stop her hand and said lightly, "I'm not hungry yet, you don't have to worry about me."

"The picture you drew is pretty good. It just so happens that the group is short of people. If you recover from illness in two days, go to work."

"I won't go."

If you refuse, you will not think about it.

The next second, Qin Qingqing felt a chill behind her.

"Are you afraid of facing me every day?"

Mo Ziyi's mouth curled up a playful curve and reached out to pull her up, forcing her to look at him.

Qin Qingqing suffocated her breathing.

Looking at his sharp eyes, her face changed a few times, and she frowned and said, "You're thinking too much."

"Don't forget, you are one of the three major shareholders of the group..."

"Whoever stipulates that the major shareholders have to go to work, I am not used to the nine-to-five life, I want to open a studio by myself."

"Open your own studio?"

Mo Ziyi was not surprised by her answer. Zhang Minghui told him a few days ago, and Qin Qingqing said she wanted to open a studio by herself.

"Since you open your own studio, why are you doing so hard?" His eyes swept across the drawings on her computer, and he didn't forget to work when he was sick.

He pulled her around and left, "Go downstairs to have a meal first, and you will get better in a few days before working. What location does your studio want to open? After leaving for four years, you will definitely not know about City G now. Then let Zhang Minghui help you find a storefront."

After saying this, Qin Qingqing had been pulled out of the master bedroom and walked towards the stairs.

Qin Qingqing heard it a little puzzled.

I don’t understand why the person who was mocking and questioning just now because she was unwilling to go to work, but in the blink of an eye, he was not angry and wanted to help her find a storefront.

What Zhang Minghui said on the day she returned to China suddenly echoed in her ears.

Before my brain made a decision, I had already said it, "Didn't the luxury brand home still have a shop on the day you built? Just rent one for me."

After the words came to an end, she was not only surprised.

Mo Ziyi, who was pulling her in front, suddenly turned around.

Because of his sudden pause and turning, Qin Qingqing directly hit his chest.

My heartbeat suddenly became chaotic.

In the intertwined breath, the man's eyes turned deeper as he condensed.

The astonishment in my eyes was so obvious.

Qin Qingqing subconsciously leaned back and couldn't struggle in her hands. She could only slightly separate a distance, not wanting to be distracted by his breath.

"Do you know which street?"

After a while, he asked quietly.

Locking her eyes, her eyes were deep and sharp.

That was created by him.

He started three months after they broke up and she went abroad.

Qin Qingqing struggled again by his grasping hand, her voice a little stiff, "I saw it the day I returned to China."

"Have you ever visited?"

The sharp light in his eyes was replaced by a hint of softness, and his magnetic voice seemed to have a hint of depression.

If you don't listen carefully, you won't be able to hear it.

Qin Qingqing blinked and shook her head gently, "I went back to City A the next day after I returned to China. I haven't had the chance to go shopping yet."

"Then go for supper."

"ah?"

For a moment, Qin Qingqing didn't react.

Why did a few words become like this?

I reminisce his words in my heart and make sure that he was saying that he had gone to supper.

Before she could decide whether to agree or refuse, Mo Ziyi had already curled her lips and smiled.

My mood suddenly became clear, "Let's go, I'll take you to visit after dinner. The city of G has changed a lot in the past four years. I'll take you around in a while."

He spoke clearly and happily.

Unlike the low voice just now, it has a seductive charm.

Qin Qingqing was infected by his good mood and a smile appeared on her delicate little face, "Okay, I haven't visited anyway. Brother Xiaohui also said that if I come back in a few years, I can't even find my home."

Mo Ziyi laughed, "He was right. You can't even find your home in a few years. Our area was originally planned."

But he stopped it.

Not only did it stop the above from thinking about this area, but it also bought the other villas.

In this area, there are no one except their families.

Compared to his father Mo Xiuchen, who only wants to accompany him and his mother Wen Ran's dream, Mo Ziyi has great ideals.

In recent years, he not only sold Haochen's products to more than ten countries, but also became the youngest top ten richest man on Forbes list, but also had high requirements for his quality of life.

The reason I bought other villas in this area was because he wanted to build a castle.

“What are the plans?”

Qin Qingqing asked in surprise.

His eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky.

Mo Ziyi looked at her like this, smelled the familiar fragrance on her body, and the Adam's apple rolled slightly, suppressing a certain thought that flashed through her mind.

He said lightly, "That's all the time before. I'll tell you when I have the chance."

"Young Master Yi, Miss Qingqing."

Downstairs, the servant saw Mo Ziyi holding Qin Qingqing's hand, and his eyes flashed with surprise, and then he greeted him happily.

"Auntie, bring the food to the table."

Mo Ziyi gave an order, then pulled Qin Qingqing to the restaurant and pressed her to sit on the chair.

The servant quickly brought the food.

Because Qin Qingqing caught a cold, there were only two vegetarian dishes and no meat.

“Eat.”

"Those two dishes?"

Qin Qingqing looked at the dishes on the table, then turned to look at the restaurant door.

After waiting for a minute, the aunt never saw her bring in again.

Mo Ziyi picked up a vegetable heart and put it into her bowl. Yun Danfeng said softly, "You have a cold now and can't eat meat."

"Don't you eat it?"

Qin Qingqing himself felt it didn't matter.

But Mo Ziyi likes to eat meat.

Mo Ziyi raised her eyebrows and smiled, "It doesn't matter if you don't eat meat for a meal."

When Qin Qingqing heard him say this, she stopped talking and lowered her head to concentrate on eating.

For a moment, there was no sound of talking in the restaurant, and I could only hear the slight sound of chopsticks hitting the plate.

But the atmosphere is not stiff.

There is a faint warmth flowing in the air.

It seems like I'm back four years ago.

From the breakup to the moment when we can sit together and have a meal calmly, Mo Ziyi and Qin Qingqing never thought that this day would come so soon.

After all, we have lived together for eighteen years, and that tacit understanding has not dissipated with the four years of separation.
Chapter completed!