The song "Holding Hands" was sung by Karen Mok over and over again. Cen Zhiqiao was immersed in the familiar melody. It was not until the car stopped outside Fangjing Garden that she came back to her senses.
The man next to him still kept driving and didn't even turn off the car. Cen Zhiqiao grabbed the bag in his hand and was a little nervous. Is he still planning to leave tonight?
She took a sneak peek and found that the man was looking over. When their eyes met, she hurriedly turned her head, but she could clearly see the images of the two people through the window.
She bit her lip and her face turned red: "Well... thank you for today."
Gu Nianchen said 'hmm' and saw that she still had no intention of getting out of the car, nor did she urge her. She just leaned back calmly and tapped the steering wheel with her fingers.
After all, it was Cen Zhiqiao who couldn't stand such an atmosphere. He bit his lip and said, "Tonight...go home..."
After saying this, she wanted to bite off her tongue. Her voice was so low that even she could not hear it clearly. Gu Nianchen slowly turned his face to the side, still expressionless.
"What did you say?"
It's not Cen Zhiqiao's character to be dilly-dallying, so he jumped up and said, "If I let you go home at night, I will never return my love, so why do you have to tell me a second time?"
But she forgot that she was still in the car. When she got excited, her head hit the door. It hurt so much that she immediately frowned, "It hurts--"
The grinning look made even Gu Nianchen couldn't help laughing. He reached out and rubbed her hair. He raised his eyebrows slightly: "You go back first, I'll park the car."
He immediately jumped out of the car, and Cen Zhiqiao flew up to the second floor. He wanted to burrow his head into the cracks in the ground. Cen Zhiqiao, Cen Zhiqiao, why are you so embarrassed all the time?
After a while, Gu Nianchen followed up and knocked on the door. When Qiao Qiao responded, he opened the door and went in. He actually had a bowl of noodles in his hand.
"I see that you didn't seem to eat much just now. I asked Aunt Lan to cook some noodles, eat it and go to bed."
He put down the bowl and turned around to leave, but Cen Zhiqiao stopped him one step ahead: "Well... let's talk."
The cold fingertips touched his warm palm, and she hurriedly withdrew her hand. Gu Nianchen raised his eyebrows, but sat down on the chair as instructed, waiting for her to talk leisurely.
In fact, she just wanted to express her gratitude and then ask for peace. She was not angry with him for his intrusion that day, but it was better than the torture of this period. She always felt uncomfortable without him around.
But just like this, she was so awkward that she couldn't say anything, or Gu Nianchen couldn't stand it anymore and spoke first: "What on earth do you want to say?"