Song Song burst into a laugh, muttering, "You guys really are in sync."
Huo Junting raised an eyebrow, a look of confusion on his handso face, "What did you just say?"
"Oh, nothing." Seeing that Little Xiyou was already asleep in her arms, Song Song smiled and said, "Big brother, I’ll take the child to rest now. Don’t work too late."
He and Xiao Jinghuai both had a habit of working in the study until the wee hours of the morning before going to bed. Several tis before, he got up at midnight to find sothing to eat because he was too hungry and saw that the light in his study was still on.
To many people, their success seed easily achieved, but those close to them knew exactly what they had sacrificed.
Huo Junting smiled knowingly, just about to say sothing when his phone rang in his pocket. When he pulled it out and saw the caller ID, his smile deepened.
Song Song wasn’t foolish; she obviously knew who was calling. She tactfully said, "I won’t disturb your sweet talk, I’m off."
Huo Junting smiled slightly, pressed the answer button, and a burst of crying ca from the other side—
...
At this mont, in the rented apartnt of Yuan Yung, she and Ye Zhengzheng sat cross-legged on the tatami, with a small table between them, holding a homade yuanyang hot pot.
Although Yuan Yung had already had afternoon tea with her colleagues, the sight of the food still made her appetite soar, and she kept adding ingredients to the spicy side...
It was halfway through when she realized there was soone sitting across from her!
Imdiately feeling a little embarrassed, she stamred and asked, "Can you handle spicy food?"
Compared to Yuan Yung’s slightly hunched sitting posture, Ye Zheng’s posture could be described as akin to an immortal sage.
When Yuan Yung looked at him, for a fleeting mont, she felt that the man sitting in front of her was from ancient tis, graceful and handso, with an ethereal aura. Behind him, the world was covered in white snow, and they weren’t eating hot pot but sitting under a plum tree savoring a vintage daughter’s red wine...
It felt quite surreal.
"I can."
The rich voice snapped Yuan Yung back to reality, waking her instantly from her imagination.
She scratched her head a little sheepishly and said, "Why is it you alone again today, that..."
Did she really have to say it outright?
Although she was a seasoned fujoshi, she still had so modesty, and saying it directly felt a bit embarrassing.
"Who?"
Ye Zheng inquired in a gentle voice.
Yuan Yung bit her chopsticks and looked at him. Whenever he spoke, it was always so soft and gentle that it was hard to read his emotions. It seed he was just such a person, a man of few words, always at a constant temperature, with no temper.
But this didn’t an he seed approachable. On the contrary, he had a peculiar aloofness, especially when you looked into his eyes; the intensity in them was incredibly powerful.
Yuan Yung pondered for a while, then with eyes darting around, she said, "I an, your boyfriend! I’ve moved in for a while now, but I’ve never seen him. Does he always stay in the room and never co out?"
"Boyfriend?"
Ye Zheng raised an elegant brow.
"...Yeah." Yuan Yung nodded lightly.
At this mont, Yuan Yung kept her head down, so she didn’t see the rare hint of amusent in the man’s eyes, "I think there’s a bit of misunderstanding."
"Hmm?"
Yuan Yung looked up and saw a pair of clear eyes hiding a playful smile. She was montarily stunned, with her mind going blank.
Ye Zheng seized the opportunity and imdiately said, "You be my girlfriend."
Yuan Yung: "Huh?"
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