It was not until two o'clock in the afternoon that a black car drove into the Feng family's gate.
Before the car could enter the garage, it was stopped by Qingjun.
Qingcheng had to stop and get out of the car.
"Qingcheng." Qingjun stepped forward and looked at her. He hadn't seen her for more than 20 days. He wanted to hug her. Perhaps it was because she had pushed her away in her previous life, so he didn't dare.
"Didn't sleep last night?" Qingcheng seemed to be a little tired, aggrieved and melancholy, as if he was abandoned.
"If you can't sleep, let's go into the house." Qingjun took her hand and went into the house together.
"Qingcheng, what do you want to eat?"
Qingjun knew that she hadn't eaten anything just now, and the food outside was generally not as good as her taste.
Qingcheng asked the maid to prepare two snacks and two cups of tea to give to her in the bedroom.
"You go to the bedroom to wait for me, and I go to make tea." Qingjun said.
"Well, my bedroom is the last room on the third floor, turning right." Qingcheng went up the stairs.
After making tea, Qingjun went to the kitchen to get the snacks and brought them upstairs.
When he arrived at the door of the room, he knocked on the door a few times but didn't hear her voice, so he tried to open the door. The door was not locked and he went in.
The room is large, with a bed in the middle, the space is very empty, with a modern grey tone.
"Qingcheng?" Qingjun heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, so he informed her that he had come in.
"Sit." Her voice came from the bathroom.
Qingjun put the food on the table and sat down to wait for her. For a moment, he was so quiet that only the sound of water left. He couldn't help looking in the direction of the bathroom, and he couldn't help but think a lot.
He took his gaze until the sound of water disappeared, and sat upright.
Qingcheng came out of the bathroom, wearing a white nightgown, and his half-dry hair was dripping.
Qingjun looked over and his eyes flashed, his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and his face became a little hot.
"What's wrong?" Qingcheng smiled, and a trace of joke flashed across his deep eyes.
After he was stunned for a moment, she had already sat on the chair next to him.
"Your hair hasn't dried yet, I'll help you blow your hair." Qingjun immediately withdrew her gaze, took a hair dryer from the low cabinet next to her, and walked behind her.
"No, sit down and eat with me first." Qingcheng pressed the button and cut off the power supply.
"I've eaten it at noon, you can eat it slowly." Qingjun connected the power supply again.
"How can I eat when you blow your hair?" Qingcheng picked up a fork and took a snack, so he would swallow it.
"I will be very light." Qingjun had turned on the hair dryer, and the sound of the hair dryer covered her protest.
Qingcheng could only eat more slowly, but it turned out that Qingjun did not affect her food.
Qingjun blows her dry, finds a comb to straighten her hair. Her hair is slightly brown and curls, making people feel free to feel their hands.
"Okay, you have the potential to be a barber." Qingcheng finally couldn't help but say something to stop him from combing her hair.
"I'll help you with your hair in the future." Qingjun sat back on the chair and pretended to pick up the tea and drink it.
"It will be dangerous for me to take care of my hair."
"What danger?" Qingjun looked at her in confusion, as if she was pointing something else.
"You sent someone to follow me?"
"...I'm sorry, I'm just worried about you. If I can't find you, I don't know what to do. I don't want to do this, but I just can't help but do this." Qingjun explained incoherently, just like him and
I don't want to hate Feng Xiran, and I don't want to use conspiracy to get her attention, but he will go crazy if he doesn't do this.