Ling Mufeng also picked her up and kissed her lightly on the face.
"Woof, woof, woof!"
Behind him, the big yellow dog that was not very eye-opening was still howling with difficulty.
The two looked at each other and smiled, and some happiness that was unspeakable slowly spread out-[
When I got home, it was already dusk.
Both of them felt very uncomfortable when they remembered that Ling Mufeng had to leave again at night.
Ye Zhiqiu cooked a table of dishes, and the two of them drank silently.
At the moment, both of them were forcing their faces to smile. What are you doing if you think so much?
It's not that there will be no chance to meet in the future.
At least, this supper must be eaten well!
"How long does it take for your plane?"
After dinner, Ling Mufeng consciously helped her pack up.
Afterwards, Ye Zhiqiu began to help him pack his luggage.
Ling Mufeng's voice was very ethereal: "Well, ten o'clock."
After sorting out a small travel bag, Ye Zhiqiu sent him to the door.
Ye Zhiqiu said softly: "You have to take good care of yourself, do you know? I often call Lian Junzhi to see if you have a good meal and rest on time."
"You are, you have weak body and cold internal conditions, and your stomach is not good. You often don't have a good meal for work."
Ling Mufeng's heart suddenly felt sour, and his feet seemed to be filled with lead, so he couldn't lift them up.
"I know, I will take good care of myself. It's almost 7:30 now, so you can go first."
Ye Zhiqiu didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he just reached out and helped him tidy up his somewhat messy collar.
Ling Mufeng stood blankly at the door, watching her clean up for her.
He was still saying, "When you get to your home in Shangcheng, call me and let me know that you are resting."
Suddenly there was a surging emotion that swept across Ling Mufeng's heart.[
He suddenly threw the travel bag in his hand on the ground, holding her face and kissing her wildly.