Master Lu, Come On

The sun is far away, the land is far away.

Ning Qifeng flipped through the document and asked, caught off guard,

"Tomorrow weekend, are you free?"

"Well?"

Tang Jiajia was in a daze. After hearing this, she suddenly recovered and said, "what's the matter with you?"

After saying this, she regretted it. Ning Qifeng seemed to be different. Sure enough, he said something immediately,

"Ask you out."

When the line of sight touches, you can hear each other's breath, just a glance

Tang Jiajia felt that there was a fire around her, which made her feel like a prairie fire.

He moved his body and changed his posture. "Can I see you go out?"

"What's up tomorrow..."

"Nothing, I just want to ask you out!"

The window was open, and the cool wind slowly penetrated in, but Tang Jiajia felt that the temperature in the study seemed to be getting higher and higher.

I don't know how long later, he suddenly put down the file, "grandma should come back, you go to tell the kitchen, what do you want to eat at noon today."

Tang Jiajia went downstairs, until she reached the living room. She was still in a mess.

These days, Ning Qifeng's attitude has become more and more strange, a bit radical, and seems to be worried.

Before she came here, she was psychologically prepared. Now she is in a mess. How can she be so direct.

It's like

Thinking about each other, she went into the living room, ready to go out for a walk, but heard a voice behind her,

"Down? What would you like for lunch? "

The old lady has come back and is looking at her with a smile? Didn't you come down? "

"Ning is always at work, so he will come down at lunch time."

The old lady frowned, "this child, you can't tell anything important!"

At lunch time, Ning Qifeng came down. Except for the three of them, there was no one on the table. The old lady picked up the topic and chatted. Tang Jiajia listened. Ning Qifeng occasionally answered one or two words, and there was no other reaction.

The old lady was so angry that she wanted to kick him. How could she be like a wood? Can't you see that she was trying to find a topic?

When Tang Jiajia went out in the afternoon, Ning Qifeng came to pick her up. She was bound. They had a chat. Ning Qifeng wanted to find a topic, so naturally he could carry on the topic. He ate very slowly. He had a simple meal until the students finished school.

Originally empty restaurant, a lot of students in school uniform rushed in, he just checked out.

When he left, it was a bit crowded. He took the bag from her hand, slightly too thin, slightly protecting her shoulder, almost encircling people in his arms.

"Get out."

"Well."

Ning Qifeng's action is very restrained and alienated. It won't make you feel violated. However, the ambiguous feeling that seems to have nothing can cure people's upset.

His heart is very clear, at this time the relationship between the two, just slowly test, grasp the discretion is quite heavy.

Rao is out of the restaurant, there are many students outside, and there are many pick-up children, cars will be crowded.

Two people walk side by side, will inevitably be collided, also do not know how to return a responsibility

Tang Jiajia couldn't remember exactly what happened. He only knew that his hand was gently held and his hand was dry and warm.

It's easy to hold it with her

The strength to break away, virtual circle her.

You can feel the temperature of her palm, and the strength that shackles you.

She slightly drooped her eyes and looked at the hand they held. The meaning of her eyes was not clear.

*

Tang Jiajia doesn't know how she got home. She breathes and thinks. She's ready to enter the room, but she almost bumps into Xue Wanqing who just came from the balcony.

"Ma!"

She was startled and her bag fell to the ground.

"Where have you been? Why did you come back so late? " Xue Wanqing looked at her squatting down to pick up the bag, "reckless, no soul like!"

She said casually, "the company works overtime."

"Speaking of this," Xue Wanqing asked, "what happened to Qifeng?"

"... OK." She is so confused that she has no idea to answer Xue Wanqing's words, "I'm tired. I'm going to have a rest first!"

"Bang!" As soon as the door closed, Xue Wanqing frowned and glared, "all day long, there's no proper form. What can we do if we go on like this?"

Tang Jiajia lay on the bed, her brain had become a paste.

It seems that there is still a dry and warm touch on the back of the hand, spreading from the hand, which makes her even more bored.

"Drop!"

Wechat suddenly thought, she opened a look, is Ning Qifeng sent, "I'm home!"

The last time of their chat was a week ago, about work. Then the next sentence, how to see, are a little beautiful.

She looked at the news, her cheeks flushed slightly. Who cares if you go back?

So thinking, she somehow, back a word: good.

It's only after sending it out that it reacts. Subconsciously, I want to withdraw it, but I feel like there is no silver here. It's strange that I don't withdraw it.

Then the news came in again, "see you tomorrow."

The ending is a full stop, just like people, polite and alienated.

See you tomorrow?

Ranhu, the next day, she would look at the news from time to time. Her expression was tangled and her face was in a state of anxiety. Her colleagues came together and said, "Jiajia, are you talking about boyfriends

"No!"

She pulled the phone in a hurry, but still couldn't calm down.

Then, when we meet again, someone doesn't mention the three words "see you tomorrow". She is worried.

*

In the evening, Chen Zhou came.

Also brought his favorite ingredients, "Luoluo elder sister, what do you want to eat, I'll do it!"

Tang Luo leaned against the kitchen door, looking at her quick handling of food materials, a little surprised, "can you cook?"

"A little, not a lot!"

Chen Zhou acted nimbly and raised his head to smile at her. "My brother doesn't know my skill. You have to keep a secret for me."

In the evening, Lu Zhan had a party. He had said that he would come back later. After Chen Zhou asked, he came to the door with his things.

She said,

"I don't want to be known by my family. It's a good place for you."

Tang Luo laughs bitterly. Compared with Chen Zhou, he is a hand cripple. That's right!

For a simple meal, only one person, Chen Zhou, likes spicy food. She makes two light dishes for Tang Luo alone. She holds a bowl of spicy chicken wings and pours a bowl of spicy crayfish. The whole living room tastes of pepper.

It's spicy and refreshing. It's like Chen Zhou.

Although Tang Luo didn't adapt

But I'm glad that I can cook so well at a young age. It's really enviable.

She and Tang Jiajia do not have the talent of cooking. She can at least order desserts and so on. Tang Jiajia's products are very good without poisoning.

In the middle of the meal, Chen zhoula couldn't do it. He got up and went to the kitchen to find a drink. Suddenly, the door opened and Xiao Mufeng rushed in,

"Well, Luoluo, it's not interesting not to call me a big meal!"

(end of this chapter)