Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

Song Qiaoyang manages a huge company and is usually very busy. This time he has to set aside a week to participate in the variety show. There are a lot of tasks that need to be handled urgently, so he can only work overtime.

He put some unfinished but not particularly urgent documents into his briefcase, and then hurried to the "Unforgettable Love" program crew.

Late at night, everyone in the courtyard had gone to sleep, and only the fixed cameras were still working.

Song Qiaoyang took off his suit jacket and put it on his arm, then gently pushed the door open and walked in. He untied his tie as he walked, looking a little tired.

But what I didn't expect was that at this moment there was a small light on in the living room, and there was a person sitting at the dining table.

Gu Ling, who got up in the middle of the night to look for food, slurped a mouthful of noodles and looked up.

The tall and long-legged man stood at the door, holding a briefcase in his left hand, with a coat hanging on his arm, and his right hand casually unbuttoning his tie and two buttons, looking a bit sexy and seductive.

But her short black hair was neatly groomed, her thin lips were slightly pursed, and she wore a pair of glasses on her high nose bridge. The thin chain dangled slightly on the side of the glasses frame, which inexplicably made her look abstinent.

He looks like a very gentlemanly villain.

He was in a very relaxed posture when he came in, and the fatigue on his face didn't seem fake. Perhaps he noticed someone was in the living room, his mouth was slightly open, looking a little surprised, and his whole body was visibly tense.

He stood still, silently as if he wanted to blend into the darkness, so Gu Ling had to take the initiative to speak: "Hello, I'm Gu Ling. Are you a guest on the show?"

She remembered that the original guest didn't look like this, and was replaced at the last minute. This guy is a big shot.

"Yeah." He responded, but then felt cold, so he added two words, "Hello."

He was careless. If he had known Gu Ling was in the living room, he should not have messed up his clothes. Doesn't he look a little sloppy now?

Should he introduce himself now? But wouldn't he make a bad impression?

The other party did not continue to talk, and Gu Ling was embarrassed to ignore him and eat noodles here, so he said: "I'm having a midnight snack, do you want to eat something?"

It was late in the evening and the two were not familiar with each other. A normal person would definitely decline, but Song Qiaoyang agreed and walked over to sit at the dining table. Gu Ling was embarrassed.

Well, it’s not good to eat too much in the middle of the night, so she only cooked her own portion.

This person has a low EQ and can't even understand polite words.

Gu Ling stood up and prepared to cook noodles for people. Song Qiaoyang said, "No need. Where is the kitchen? I can go there myself."

"Uh, I'll go." It would be so embarrassing if others saw that there was only noodle soup in the pot in the kitchen.

Song Qiaoyang knows Gu Ling so well that he can tell her situation just by looking at the slight expressions on her face.

She didn't know she was coming and she didn't eat much in the evening, so there was definitely no extra noodles.

At this moment, he was also blaming himself for being too impulsive and agreeing without thinking much.

Song Qiaoyang stood up, looking apologetic: "Sorry, I disturbed you, I've already eaten."

He smiled slightly: "You are the first person I met, so I want to get to know you."

Gu Ling thought, a guest is a guest, and he is the first person he met, which is weird.

Moreover, he was clearly planning to go to the kitchen before, and now he probably said this because he could see Gu Ling's discomfort.

Fortunately, this EQ is not very low.

Song Qiaoyang extended his hand to her: "Hello, my name is Song Qiaoyang."

"Hello, Gu Ling." The two men's hands touched and then separated, facing each other across the dining table.

Now that they were closer, under the dim light, the man's superior features were more distinct, and his beautiful collarbone could be seen through his open neckline.

Maybe it was the warm light that had a built-in filter, Song Qiaoyang's expression was inexplicably gentle. He spoke softly, his Adam's apple rolling slightly: "Gu Ling, I wish you a pleasant meal."

There is always an inexplicable rhythm when the two words "Gu Ling" come out of his mouth, as if they sound better than when spoken by others.

Gu Ling twisted his fingers lightly. This guy was a bit foul.

There were a few night owls squatting in the live broadcast room late at night, and they screamed when they saw this scene.

[Gu Ling, can you do it? If not, let me go.]

[Isn’t it just noodles? Give it to him! ]

[So handsome, so handsome, I said staying up late has its benefits]

Gu Ling said: "Wait a moment."

Gu Ling quickly made a cup of honey water and handed it to him, then said, "Wait and don't move," and went into the kitchen again. After a while, he came out with a bowl of noodles.

"Well, just think of it as dining with me."

Song Qiaoyang held the cup tightly, lowered his head and said, "Thank you."

Then he looked at the remaining half bowl of noodles in Gu Ling's bowl, which had already clumped up, and hesitated: "Why don't you eat this bowl of noodles that have just been made."

Gu Ling raised his eyebrows: "Then what? You eat what I left?"

Song Qiaoyang felt a little embarrassed, not knowing why, but he pursed his lips tightly, subconsciously pushed up his glasses, then picked up the cup and took a sip of water.

People always make a lot of small movements when they are nervous.

Gu Ling didn't say anything else and lowered his head to eat noodles, and Song Qiaoyang relaxed.

[I'm a little hungry]

【Why are you showing me this in the middle of the night? 】

[Okay, okay, the other guests are sleeping, you two are having a moonlight dinner here, right?]

[What moonlight dinner? This is moonlight noodles]

Gu Ling didn't have much noodles left to begin with, so she finished them quickly. Song Qiaoyang raised his head as soon as she finished eating: "You go to bed first, I'll wash the dishes."

"Good night then?"

"Good night."

Gu Ling got up and went upstairs, and from the stairs he looked at Song Qiaoyang in the living room from afar.

He ate slowly and elegantly, as if he was not eating a simple bowl of noodles but Western food from a high-end restaurant.

Because it was evening, Gu Ling didn't order much noodles, and he finished them almost as soon as he reached the stairs.

He stood up, rolled up his sleeves, bent down and reached for the bowl opposite him. The thin chain hung down on the side of his face, and his slim shirt was tight, outlining his slender waist.

Gu Ling withdrew his gaze and slowly walked upstairs.

At the same time, a hot search for "Moonlight Noodles" quietly climbed up the hot search list.

The next day, Gu Ling was awakened by a series of life-threatening calls from Sister Liu.

She half-closed her eyes, reached out to the bedside table and fumbled for a while to pick up the phone. A roaring voice came out, and Gu Ling woke up instantly: "Gu Ling!!!"

Gu Ling sighed: "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? Don't you see what you did last night?"

Gu Ling knew that after Sister Liu found out that she had been eating secretly last night, she would definitely call her and nag her, telling her to control her weight and so on, but her emotions were too intense.

She turned on the speakerphone, put the phone aside, and lay on the bed, not wanting to move: "Isn't it just eating noodles? I only ate a little, I won't get fat."

"You can eat noodles and find a couple? Just look at the trending searches."

After a night of fermentation, the hot search for "Moonlight Noodles" ranked fifteenth on the hot search list, and it is estimated that it will continue to climb up after a while.

As soon as I clicked on it, I saw a photo. Two people were sitting opposite each other. The warm yellow light was hazy and cozy. It created quite a nice atmosphere.

The comments from netizens below are also very interesting.

[I'm going to ship this damn CP relationship with the Noodles couple first, you guys can do whatever you want. ]

[It's like the husband comes home from work and his wife cooks for him, it feels like an old married couple.]

[Wow, I just took a nap, has the zero-clear CP collapsed? 】

[Qingqing, come quickly! Your old attacker is about to run away! ]

[Wow! There is a teardrop mole under Song Qiaoyang's eye. I can handle it, husband!]

I guess netizens used a microscope to look at it. Does Song Qiaoyang have a teardrop mole?

"Gu Ling? Gu Ling!"

"Well, I'm here."

Sister Liu on the other end of the phone said, "You and Song Qiaoyang are more popular than Bai Qingqing right now. From now on, you should keep your distance from Song Qiaoyang. Do you understand?"

So annoying.

Why so many things?

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going to get up. Bye, Sister Liu."

Gu Ling stared at the photo for a while, then turned off his phone and got up to wash up.

It was not yet seven o'clock when Gu Ling went downstairs. The living room was very quiet, except for a little movement in the kitchen.

Song Qiaoyang was making breakfast. The pink apron looked a little awkward on him, with the apron straps loosely tied behind him. He was dressed more casually today, not as capable as the social elite he was yesterday, but with a bit more laziness and leisure.

"Do you need help?"

Song Qiaoyang turned around and saw Gu Ling, and smiled faintly: "Well, thank you for your help, just bring these to the dining table."

Gu Ling thought of the comments made that morning and subconsciously looked at his face. Sure enough, he saw a teardrop mole under his right eye, but it was not easy to see because of the glasses frame.

These glasses are a bit of a hindrance.

Gu Ling thought aimlessly.