Huangfujing thought that the waiter was standing outside, but he didn't expect that it would be Xi Muhan.

Huangfujing held his hand on the handle of the door and frowned at him. "What are you doing here?"

"Come and see if you're dead." With that, Xi Muhan stepped forward with his long legs and did not come near.

After Xi Muhan went in, huangfujing closed the door. As soon as he turned around, he saw something flying towards him.

He reached for it subconsciously.

Looking at the thermos in his arms, he asked, "what's this?"

"Hangover soup."

For huangfujing, Xingjiu decoction is no less than an antidote.

What he needs most now is sobering soup.

The sobering soup in the thermos cup had a familiar taste. Huangfujing pursed his lips, "thank you."

Xi Muhan's tall body was trapped in the sofa, and his slender legs were gracefully overlapped together. He was playing with his mobile phone in his big hand. His eyebrows were drooping, and his thin lips were lazily lifted. "You're welcome, it's my dad who told her."

Huangfujing pulled his lips and sat at the table by the window holding the thermos cup.

The sobering soup in the thermos cup was cooked by Xi Muhan's mother he man.

In the years when huangfujing studied in the United States, he went to Xi Muhan's home to eat.

Occasionally something can't go to Xi's home for dinner, he man will let Xi Muhan take double Bento to school.

He felt his mother's warmth in he man. The reason why huangfujing could endure Xi Muhan's bad temper and stick to him was that he bought his stomach.

Huangfujing sipped the soup. Xi Muhan glanced at him faintly, "drink it quickly, and then go to school."

He went to the company for a tour, and now he came to the hotel to send huangfujing wake-up soup. He spent the whole morning just like this. I don't know what happened to the little girl.

Huangfujing's action of holding the spoon stopped for a moment, and his action of drinking soup slowed down. "Han, I want to go back to America."

Xi Muhan played with the fingertips of his mobile phone. He looked up at huangfujing. The temperature between his eyebrows was a little cool. "Is this the result of your hangover?"

"Well."

Huangfujing answered, then lowered his head to drink the soup in the bowl, but there seemed to be something choking in his throat, which made it difficult to swallow.

Simply, he put down the spoon in the bowl.

Xi Muhan chuckled and said, "huangfujing, it's not your style to retreat in the face of difficulties."

Huangfujing said with self mockery: "wishful thinking is also not my style."

He has been classified by Jiang Shanshan as a kind of person who is obsessed with others. What else can he pursue?

I'm afraid it's just annoying to pursue it further?

Xi Muhan pondered for a while and asked, "have you ever known Jiang Shanshan?"

He once investigated Jiang Shanshan's data. The reason why Jiang Shanshan's character became like this is largely due to her family.

She needs warmth. As long as huangfujing continues to fight, Jiang Shanshan will let go one day.

Huangfujing leaned back in his chair. "I used to want to get to know her, but she didn't give me a chance."

"Jing..."

"Han, don't talk about it. My head is in a mess. Let me calm down for a while."

Huangfujing kicked the stool behind him and turned to the bathroom.

Xi Muhan looked at huangfujing's back and said nothing.

He won't listen to his explanation and will regret it sooner or later.