Granting You Deep Feelings, May You Treasure It

The end of Ye Qing was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Don't you want your car anymore? It's too much for me to put it here, I don't have a place to put it in my house."

Lin Chuxia said tightly, "Mr. Ye's house is such a big yard, can't even put down a car? I'm in a bad mood now, I don't want to go to pick it up, let me talk about it when I feel better!"

Ye Qing's voice became deeper and deeper, "If you don't come to get it, I will treat it as scrap."

Lin Chuxia took a deep breath to suppress the anger in her heart. The days without a car were simply too inconvenient.

If you don’t take a taxi to and from get off work, the key is that sometimes you can’t get a taxi.

But she didn't want to take the initiative to contact Ye Qing. Now that the man finally appeared and had to take the initiative to return the car to her, she really shouldn't refuse him.

"Well then I will go to your house now." Lin Chuxia got up from the bed.

Just as she was about to hang up, the man's voice came again, "I'm not at home now!"

Lin Chuxia, who had already stood up, sat down again, "Ye Qing, what do you want?"

Ye Qing said, "I said, I haven't eaten dinner yet. It doesn't matter whether you invite me or I invite you. Come here now and I will send you the address."

It was already 40 minutes later when Lin Chuxia arrived at the Sichuan-style hot pot appointment with Ye Qing.

She walked to Ye Qing, and the man looked up at Lin Chuxia, "So long?"

Lin Chuxia sat down and said angrily, "Taking a taxi is not easy! Or, you don't need me to accompany you to eat, then we will go home now."

A smile faded from the corner of Ye Qing's lips, "Are you in such a hurry? You want to go home with me."

Lin Chuxia whitened him and corrected him, "I'm talking about going back to your house!"

Ye Qing nodded, "Yes, I meant to go back to my house!"

Lin Chuxia was immediately upset, and patted the table, "Ye Qing, don't mess with me, I'm in a bad mood today."

Ye Qing smiled slightly, he was not even angry, and said softly, "Eat!"

After snapping his fingers, the waiter walked over immediately, and Ye Qing ordered, "Serve dishes."

Lin Chuxia wasn't in the mood to eat at all. She didn't say a word at the dinner table. She stretched out her chopsticks to stir the vegetables and meat in the pot, but didn't deliver it to her mouth. The man looked up at him from time to time, "Isn't he favorite hot pot?"

Lin Chuxia curled her lips, "No appetite!"

The man frowned, "Business is difficult to manage? Or is it embarrassing for you? Or, I have received too many orders recently and can't be busy?"

Lin Chuxia raised her head and looked at Ye Qing with a trace of doubt in her eyes, is this man caring about her?

Ye Qing put down his chopsticks and said softly, "You have lost a lot of weight."

Lin Chuxia stretched out her hand and touched her face. She only felt tired and tired recently. She had never been so tired in so many years, but she did not find herself thin.

"Really? I didn't find it." Lin Chuxia said softly.

Ye Qing raised his brow, "Don't you never look in the mirror?"

Lin Chuxia gave him a white look and said, "Don't Mr. Ye know that a person looks at himself in the mirror every day and can't tell whether he is thin or fat, old or young?"

Ye Qing sank his face, lowered his head and continued to eat, and then said without anyone else, "I don't know!"

Then there was a period of silence, and neither of them looked at anyone or spoke.

Lin Chuxia continued to think about her Dangdang, stirring the dishes in the pot.

Ye Qing ate the mutton-boiled mutton gracefully.