C21

"Ye Jue, you're here."

— — Yan Tun, Miss Zhang, goodbye. Su Qian turned and bid the two farewell.

But Zhang Yi could clearly feel the pressure on his body.

He didn't like it.

He was actually defending that woman like that.

The night in the city was seductive.

The evening breeze was cool and there were pop songs in the car.

Su Qian leaned on the window as she watched the street lights pass by. Inside the window, the reflection of Ye Jue's handsome face was obvious, as if he was a character that just walked down from a comic book.

Su Qian's hand gently outlined the outline of that face on the glass window.

Ye Jue turned his head to look at her cute little movements, and the corner of his mouth curved into a warm smile.

"Are you tired?"

Su Qian turned around: "I'm not sleepy, but I'm really hungry. Where the hell are you bringing me to eat supper?

"Soon."

The car turned a corner and the lights dimmed.

The city's bright neon light was left behind.

Su Qian leaned on his shoulder and replied, "Mn, I really want to."

The power he was holding onto tightened a little, and a doting smile surfaced on the corner of Ye Jue's mouth: "I miss you a lot too, shallow."

His pet was overflowing.

This sort of affection seemed ambiguous and sweet, yet it also seemed to be unrelated to love.

Su Qian was already used to it.

"You've been gone for so long this time. Did something happen?"

"I'll tell you in a while, we're here."

They drove down an uneven gravel road and stopped in front of a simple farmhouse.

The light in the farmhouse was on, and the yellow light was warm in the sleeping village, as if it had been waiting for someone to come home.

Su Qian was curious about who it was until Uncle Geng came out to welcome him.

"Uncle Geng."

"Ye Jue, Su Qian, you're here, come in."

Entering the farmhouse, the small yard was filled with vegetables. Two dogs were leaning against the door, well-trained, and didn't casually bark at strangers.

Su Qian looked at Uncle Geng with a face of shock, then looked at Ye Jue: "What's going on?"

"Uncle Geng bought it. How is it?"

Eh, Uncle Geng actually bought such a house, does he really want to return to his hometown?

Inside the house, there was a simple and unadorned furniture.

In the center of the living room, there was a table with a pot on it. It was bubbling and steaming. Dumplings and vegetables were placed around it. It seemed that the pot was about to be cleaned.

"Sit down."

Fortunately, Su Qian didn't wear any elegant, complicated, and cumbersome dresses today. With these black and white small dresses, eating hotpot wouldn't be so unusual.

The three of them sat down. Su Qian still found it hard to suppress her curiosity, and she made a few jokes.

"Uncle Geng, are you going to retire and farm?"

Geng Zhong looked at Su Qian helplessly: "I also don't want to be an old farmer. There's no other way, I have a mission."

Su Qian also looked at Ye Jue: "What do you mean? The mission of buying this house was given to Uncle Geng by you?"