The lighting in the entrance hall changed from pale white to warm light, and the vision was much dimmer than before. It was hazy, as if a warm gauze curtain was covering the body. There was music coming from the room, a soothing folk song in a small language.

He stopped at the door and realized that his originally clean room had been changed into an unknown style. It seemed that the cabinets had been moved, and the empty living room suddenly became much livelier. Several hand-woven carpets were spread out on the ground beside the window, with patterns in them.

It exuded an exotic style, with a few soft and fat pillows sprinkled on top, as if they were used for people to lie down and rest. The back of the sofa, which usually no one would sit on, also

There was an equally chubby velvet scarf, maroon red, half dragged to the ground. It seemed to be alive in this low-contrast room. Qin Huo felt a sense of novelty and resisted the temptation to fold it up. His eyes

I lingered over and over again in places like the cupboard and coffee table, especially those vases that seemed to appear out of thin air. The flowers and plants blooming in them seemed to be able to quench the water, and they were all fresh and tender.

"Hahaha!"

In addition to the low and soothing music of folk songs, there was also laughter coming to his ears. When Qin Huo heard it, he was even more stunned. He looked wrongly and saw two old ladies with wrinkled smiles holding a Northern style cake.

The hotpot came out of the kitchen.

It was Aunt Sun and Aunt You. Qin Huo had been with them for several years. He only remembered how silent and cautious they were in front of him. He never thought that they could still be so comfortable. Their eyes were narrowed and their chubby faces were

Face full of loving smile

, more like the elders who are deeply remembered in my memory. As Aunt Sun walked away, she scolded someone at the same time: "...You are a bad boy, you come here to act like a baby with Auntie at every turn, but you are not allowed to eat too much at night.

!Eating too much will lead to accumulation of food and stomachache!"

A foot suddenly lifted up from the sofa covered with blankets in the living room. It was slim and fair, and Qin Huo couldn't help but stare at it for a few more times. The owner of the foot playfully kicked the armrest of the sofa, then hung it down and touched the ground with his toes.

You felt that the blanket was not enough. He suddenly sat up, revealing his messy short hair and sleepy face. He shouted with a confident voice that obviously comes from being pampered, "Auntie, you have to help me cut more."

A little beef!”

"Oh! Director Qin!" Aunt You looked at her with loving eyes like a grandson. When she turned her head and saw Qin Huo standing at the door, she was stunned. The smile on her face faded like a tide, and she came to greet him in panic, "Director Qin,

this……"

Aunt Sun hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, we didn't expect you to be so early... Mainly because we were busy cleaning the house in the afternoon and haven't had dinner yet..."

The hot pot they were holding was made of charcoal, and the clear soup kept boiling under the influence of heat. Onions, garlic and spices were floating in it, and the aroma was overwhelming. Qin Huo's stomach was empty, and he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have had dinner either. He just saw two aunts.

His eyes dodge, and he thinks that they were full of kindness just now.

Qin Huo couldn't tell whether he felt awkward or disappointed at the look of love, and instantly lost his appetite. He was not good at raising demands in life, and he did not express his position after all. He just handed the car keys to Aunt Sun, imagining what he usually did.

He quietly slipped into the study.

"Director Qin." He was halfway through when he was suddenly stopped by a clear male voice. When he turned around, he saw Yuan Shang pulling on his slippers and looking at him leisurely. Even his hair showed his unique sense of ease.

Son, "Hot pot, why don't you eat some together?"

Qin Huo looked at him carefully, making sure that this was a sincere invitation, and he felt uncontrollably relaxed.

"No need." He didn't have the habit of eating late-night snacks with others, but he accepted the favor and his tone became less harsh. "The company will resolve the threat to your personal safety caused by Zhou Zhanxiao as soon as possible.

I will arrange a new place for you after that. I don’t come here very often now. You can do whatever you want except for the second floor. If you have any requirements, you can ask the assistant..."

He thought for a while, and felt that based on what he saw when he came back today, the other party should not be "uncomfortable", so he didn't say too many words of relief that he was not good at. Harami watched his tall back disappear into the second place.

layer, I always feel like I feel an indescribable loneliness, and my heart is really strange. What do you think this kind of people want? Is it interesting to live if you work hard to make money but have no enjoyment?

"Dong dong dong"

There was a very light knock on the door. Qin Huo looked away from the screen and frowned slightly: "Come in."

It was Aunt You who came, carrying a tray with a casserole on it. Qin Huo could hear the slight sizzling sound of the liquid rolling in the container, followed by a familiar aroma.

"Director Qin, this is porridge made with beef bone soup. Mr. Yuan asked me to give you a bowl." Aunt You seemed to be afraid that he would be angry, so she put down her things and left in a hurry. Before leaving, she added, "If you don't want to eat it,

Just leave it there, I'll clean it up later."

The heavy door of the study isolated everything and concealed this small episode without any trace. Qin Huo looked at the casserole and uncontrollably reached out and opened the lid for a moment. The fragrant aroma enveloped him warmly.

The porridge slid down the throat, and the nerves that had been tense throughout the day seemed to begin to relax.

After finishing this rare late-night snack, he could no longer concentrate on his work. He lit a cigarette, sat by the window and looked at the family portrait hanging on the wall, and started smoking quietly.

When was the last time you received care from someone late at night?

It seems like a really long time has passed.

****

When Wu Xiaoyue signed his name on the contract, he suddenly felt as if he was in another world. Across the table, the person in charge of Sihai Film and Television said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to work with you."

It was as if a voice from somewhere told him that from this moment on, he would truly enter the entertainment industry.
Chapter completed!