Mo Qing was holding half a watermelon, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching Si Sheng's drama.
The cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.
Mo Qing answered casually.
"Come out." Jiang Ke's concise voice came.
"……ah."
Mo Qing belatedly spoke, lowered his head, and glanced at the watermelon he had just eaten one-third of.
"..." There was silence on the phone for a while, and then Jiang Ke's dangerous voice came, "Don't tell me you haven't packed up yet."
Putting the watermelon on the table, Mo Qing stood up and said, "There are more things."
"How long?"
"Half an hour."
"OK."
Jiang Ke agreed.
Mo Qing breathed a sigh of relief and was about to hang up the phone when he saw Min Chang walking out of the bedroom.
Min Chang glanced at the TV and couldn't help but said: "Are you still watching this show?"
The sound reached Jiang Ke's ears very clearly.
Mo Qing: "..."
Jiang Ke: "..."
A few seconds later, Jiang Ke hung up the phone.
Mo Qing gave Min Chang a "friendly" look.
"What's wrong?" Min Chang's back felt a little cold.
Mo Qing turned off the TV and walked to the guest bedroom: "I'm moving to Jiang Ke's house today."
Min Chang was startled and his expression changed slightly.
He thought Mo Qing was joking, but soon he found that Mo Qing was packing his things.
So, Min Chang hesitated, walked to the door of the guest bedroom, and knocked on the door.
Mo Qing, who was throwing clothes into the suitcase, heard the sound and glanced this way.
Min Chang's expression was a little awkward. He hesitated for a few seconds, raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, and said, "I just told you something."
"Um?"
Min Chang struggled for a long time.
Then, he whispered: "I apologize to you. Watch whatever you like."
Mo Tingting understood and raised his eyebrows: "It has nothing to do with this."
Min Chang obviously didn't believe it.
He stared at Mo Qing.
Mo Qing threw the last piece of clothing into the suitcase and saw him still standing at the door, speechless: "Am I such a stingy person?"
"..."
If you want to ask this question, it's really hard for Min Chang to answer.
Saying the word "no" without thinking is very difficult for his acting skills.
Mo Qing touched the tip of her tongue to her back teeth and smiled: "What's the matter? I'm the one who's driving you away. Can I pack up and leave by myself?"
"..." Min Chang finally believed it and breathed a sigh of relief, "How long will you stay there?"
"have no idea."
Min Chang thought for a while and said, "Then I will leave this room vacant for you."
"OK."
Mo Qing was not polite to him either.
…
Mo Qing didn't have much luggage, just a suitcase and a bag. The suitcase contained clothes and other supplies, while the bag contained bottles and cans she had made in the past six months.
Jiang Ke waited downstairs for about twenty minutes.
Mo Qing was the first to come out, with empty hands and a calm mind.
Min Chang followed Mo Qing with a handbag and a suitcase.
Although he was very subdued in front of Mo Qing, Min Chang always treated the others "equally".
Min Chang's attitude was a bit indifferent. He glanced at Jiang Ke and without saying hello, he walked directly to the trunk and put the suitcase and backpack inside.
Jiang Ke also ignored Min Chang.
The two of them tacitly ignored each other.
Jiang Ke said "get in the car" to Mo Qing, and then got into the driver's seat.
Mo Qing then got into the car.
Min Chang walked over, glanced at the closed car window, and raised his hand to knock on it.
The car window slid down.
Min Chang lowered his eyelids and said deliberately: "You can come back at any time."
His eyes were directed at Jiang Ke.
I really can't blame him for having a bad impression of Jiang Ke.
First, it was the Mo family's affairs that gave Mo Qing a bad reputation in school. Later, Mo Qing moved to Jiang Ke's house, which was related to the Mo family. As soon as he was expelled from school, he moved away from Jiang Ke's house.
Who knows what unpleasant things happened?
His ancestors can be bullied by anyone anywhere?
Before Mo Qing could say anything, Jiang Ke stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
The car suddenly accelerated, and Mo Qing was hit on the back of her head. She glanced sideways at Jiang Ke, pulled the seat belt, and buckled it hard.
Jiang Ke pretended not to see it.
Mo Qing didn't bother to pay attention.
*
Jiang Ke’s family is still the same as in memory.
After Mo Qing jumped out of the car, he completely ignored his luggage and defaulted to letting Jiang Ke pick it up. He strode into the house and first went to his usual place - the kitchen refrigerator to find a bottle of yogurt.
When she walked out of the kitchen, Jiang Ke was walking in carrying her luggage.
Mo Qing felt that he was more pleasing to the eye than when he pretended to be the boss.
Mo Qing took a sip of yogurt and asked, "How about playing my bodyguard next time?"
Jiang Ke's face turned slightly dark, and he had many words to say: "Who protects whom?"
Mo Qing backed down and said, "Then let's play assistant."
"I'll give you face."
"As an assistant, you may not be able to do it well." Mo Qing retorted.
"..."
Jiang Ke choked.
Without any pretense, there is always a smell of gunpowder in the conversation between the two.
Jiang Ke did not argue with her, but carried her luggage to the second floor before going downstairs to go to the kitchen to make lunch for Mo Qing.
Mo Qing was watching TV in the living room, and it was still Si Sheng's drama.
After watching half of the episode, Mo Qing felt a little hungry. He walked to the kitchen, took another bottle of yogurt, and then took a look at Jiang Ke's results.
Jiang Ke is cooking.
He wears an apron and a white shirt underneath, with a rope tied around his waist, which outlines his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the smooth lines of his back, giving him a somewhat ascetic feel.
His temperament is very unique, and even when he is in the kitchen, he is not alone.
Next to the stove is a plate of sweet and sour fish.
Mo Qing took out two chopsticks, walked over, took a bite of fish, and put it in his mouth.
Jiang Ke glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, observing her reaction.
Mo Qing chewed for a few mouthfuls, his expression became strange, he turned his head to look at Jiang Ke, and looked into Jiang Ke's eyes.
Jiang Ke had an ominous premonition: "Don't tell me, if I cook a meal, it will taste the same as his."
