Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Gu Jingnian opened the car door, held up a large black umbrella with one hand, tossed the keys to the doorman who came over, walked to the passenger seat, and held up the roof with his other hand to prevent Jiuli from getting bumped by it when she got down.

The doorman who took the key was shocked. How could another man dare to drive the car of Shang Jiu, who was famous in the shopping mall? How dare he be so bold?

But he did not show the slightest bit of emotion. He watched two figures pass by him and enter Yu Zhiwei before driving the car to the parking lot.

Gu Jingnian paid attention to Jiuli's actions the whole time and walked into the box he used to visit often. The interior was still decorated with the familiar black and white color scheme, simple and elegant. Gu Jingnian's eyes moved slightly.

Pulling out a chair, Jiuli sat down on it.

Before long, a delicious fish feast was placed on the table.

"You've lost a lot of weight. You should eat more." He picked up food for Jiuli seriously, his eyes full of heartache.

"Where have I lost weight? Am I not good-looking now?" Jiuli picked up his phone and slowly looked in the mirror. It seemed that he had gained some weight. He looked at Gu Jingnian with suspicion.

"Qingqing is still as beautiful as ever, but I have aged a lot. I think you are much thinner than when we first met." His eyes dimmed slightly. A lot has changed in three years.

"How are you old? You're still the same as before," he said, well-behaved and gentle, making her fall in love with him at first sight. "I remember you liked his fish soup the most, drink more."

Hearing this, Gu Jingnian's eyes turned red.

They lowered their heads and ate obediently. For a moment, the two looked at each other in silence. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the bowl and chopsticks colliding.

The heavy rain was still falling outside the window, with no sign of stopping. The city of Yanjing was still bustling with singing and dancing, as if it was a city that never sleeps.

"Have you finished eating?" Half an hour later, Jiuli put down her chopsticks, drank the scented tea, and looked at Gu Jingnian who was touching his stomach with his head down, with a smile in her eyes. Was he too full?

"I feel a little full," Gu Qingnian said with a bit of embarrassment on his face, touching his slightly bulging belly.

"If you like it, you can come here often," Jiuli said in a teasing tone, "Drink some kumquat tea to relax, we should go home."

Gu Jingnian held the cup and drank tea in small sips, looking quite delicate, with only his slightly lowered eyes showing a hint of nervousness.

"Okay," Gu Jingnian said in a young voice after drinking the kumquat tea.

"Then let's go home?" Jiuli raised her hand, motioning for holding it.

"Okay." Gu Jingnian looked serious and put his hand on it.

When they returned to Guiyueyuan together, Gu Jingnian became a little nervous, but there was also a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" Jiuli, who was standing at the stairs, tilted her head and looked at Gu Jingnian beside her. "Take good care of yourself these two days."

He moved a little closer and said in Gu Jingnian's ear. Sure enough, the next moment Gu Jingnian felt as if he was cooked.

"What to raise?" His face instantly felt like it was on fire and turned red as he blurted out the question, and he quickly lowered his head.

"I read your physical examination report today. You are much worse than before. You have an irregular diet and some minor ailments. I asked Lin Qingyan to find a nutritionist for you so that you can take good care of yourself." Jiuli held Gu Jingnian's hand and slowly walked upstairs.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Gu Jingnian agreed quickly.

"Don't forget the ointment. Add a bowl of medicinal porridge every night. Why don't you go back and rest first?" He said softly as he walked to the door of the room.

"Then good night, my dear." Gu Jingnian said, pulling Jiuli into his arms and rubbing her forehead.

There is anxiety but also a lot of dependence.

"Okay, good night, Niannian." After watching him enter the room, he turned around and went to the study room next door to hold a meeting.

Gu Jingnian returned to the bedroom and turned into the bathroom. In the misty air, he looked at the scars on his body, some deep and some shallow, with disgust in his eyes. When he saw the calluses on his hands, they all told of the traces left by time. He was no longer that young master!

Would Qingqing like him now? Putting away the inferiority in her eyes, she came out after a long time, wearing a snow-white nightgown, and carefully applied ointment to herself, which made people feel more distressed.

"How did things go?" After the meeting, Jiuli leaned lazily back in the chair with a relaxed attitude.

"If I do it myself, there will be no mistakes," Feng Gang touched his nose, wondering why Jiu Ye would deal with them for no reason.

However, he had an obedient look on his face. He knew very well the temper of this master, who was moody and unpredictable. Sometimes, not to mention him, even a dog would get slapped in the face if it passed by him.

"That's it, arrange for someone to watch over it," he said and hung up.

After hanging up the phone, he started reading the email sent by Lin Qingyan. Time passed little by little, and soon the moon was at its zenith.

When I returned to the room, I subconsciously slowed down my steps. It was because Gu Jingnian was sleeping soundly. I shook my head helplessly and walked forward to pull up the quilt.

You are so old and still kicking the quilt?

"You're back?" Gu Jingnian grabbed Jiuli with his backhand and leaned towards her without even opening his eyes.

"I'm back, you go back to sleep," he raised his hand and patted Gu Jingnian's back with a bit of tenderness as if coaxing a child.

"I'm awake," he opened his eyes, still a little confused, revealing a little bit of ignorance, and his voice was hoarse.

He had gotten used to the life in the urban village. At the slightest disturbance, he would wake up and never be able to fall asleep again.

"It's still early, just lie down and I'll be out soon." Jiuli lowered his eyes slightly. He must have suffered a lot, right? Otherwise, why would he be so sensitive?

"Okay." Gu Jingnian let go of his hand and watched the figure enter the bathroom, and he relaxed.

She turned over and rested her head on the soft pillow, picked up the book on the bedside table and slowly read it in the light. The font used for markings was an extremely beautiful thin gold font, which Qingqing was used to seeing.

The marks on the edges of the book all show how much the owner loved it, and I feel at ease just by looking at the font.

He didn't read a single page for a long time. He just heard the sound of water stop and turned the page slowly, but his eyes were shining.

Jiuli raised her hand to wipe her hair, walked in slowly, and saw the book that Gu Jingnian was reading, with a smile on her lips.

"Why are you looking at this? I remember you didn't like it. Isn't there anything you like to read in the study?" The person had already sat down.

"I just picked it up to kill time. It's too profound for me," he said with confidence.

"It's good for killing time. You have good taste. This is what I like to watch recently." He wiped his hair slowly with his hands.

"What shampoo are you using, Qingqing? Why does it smell so good?" He rubbed his nose uncomfortably. The smell was quite pleasant.

"I'm used to it. It's not a big brand. Aren't you sleepy?" After wiping it half dry, he took out the hair dryer and started to blow dry his hair.

The next moment, the hair dryer fell into Gu Jingnian's hands. His bony fingers gently shuttled through his hair, flexibly and gently. The tall figure looming behind him gave a sense of oppression, but his actions were full of piety.

"Okay." Gu Jingnian twisted the flexible hair in his hand.

Like smooth silk, I looked away uncomfortably.

"Well," her expression changed slightly. She remembered that Gu Jingnian was really a spoiled young master. "Go to bed early. Good night."

"Good night, Qingqing, I wish you a good dream." He said seriously, imitating Jiuli's appearance, and then lay down.

"An." Have a sweet dream.