Chapter 2205 His Adam's Apple Rolled and He Suppressed some Thoughts in His Heart...

In the evening, while Tan Qingqing was working in the study, Mo Ziyi came to her house again.

Hearing the sound of the door, she turned around and met his eyes standing at the door. A flash of surprise flashed across her eyes. He was not happy when he left in the afternoon, so why did he come again?

In the backlight, his eyes were deep, with a coolness on his handsome features, and his handsome brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was dissatisfied that she was still ill and mistreating him like this.

"Come downstairs for dinner."

After looking at each other for a moment, Mo Ziyi walked up to her.

Tan Qingqing turned her head and looked at the computer. In a few minutes, she would have finished drawing.

She didn't stop her hands and said lightly, "I'm not hungry yet, so you don't have to worry about me."

"The picture you drew is very good. It just so happens that the group is short of people. If you recover in two days, you can go to work."

"I dont go."

If you refuse, say it without thinking.

The next second, Tan Qingqing felt a chill on her back.

"Are you afraid of facing me every day?"

The corners of Mo Ziyi's lips curved into a playful arc, and he stretched out his hand to pull her up, forcing her eyes to meet his.

Tan Qingqing's breath was suffocated.

Looking into his sharp eyes, her expression changed several times, and she frowned and said, "You are overthinking."

"Don't forget, you are one of the three largest shareholders of the group..."

"Who stipulates that major shareholders have to go to work? I'm not used to the nine-to-five life. I want to open my own studio."

"Open your own studio?"

Mo Ziyi was not surprised by her answer. Zhang Minghui had told him a few days ago that Tan Qingqing said she wanted to open her own studio.

"Since you have your own studio, why are you working so hard?" His eyes glanced at the drawings on her computer, and she did not forget to work even when she was sick.

He pulled her and turned around, "I'll go downstairs to eat first. I'll get back to work in a few days after catching a cold. Where do you want to open your studio? You've been away for four years. You definitely don't know about G city now. When you get there, Let Zhang Minghui help you find a front."

After saying these words, Tan Qingqing was pulled out of the master bedroom and walked towards the stairs.

Tan Qingqing felt a little baffled.

I don’t understand why the person who just asked her in a mocking tone because she didn’t want to go to work didn’t get angry anymore in the blink of an eye and started helping her to look good.

What Zhang Minghui said on the day he returned to China suddenly echoed in her ears.

Before his brain could make a decision, he already said, "Don't you still have shops in the luxury brand home you built? Just rent one to me."

When the words fell, she was not the only one surprised.

Mo Ziyi, who was holding her in front, suddenly turned around.

Because he suddenly stopped and turned around, Tan Qingqing bumped into his chest.

The heartbeat suddenly became chaotic.

In the intertwined breath, the man's gaze deepened as he stared at her.

The shock in his eyes was so obvious.

Tan Qingqing subconsciously leaned back, unable to free her hands, so she could only keep a little distance, not wanting to be disturbed by his breath.

"Do you know that street?"

After a while, he asked quietly.

The eyes locked on her were deep and sharp.

It was built by his own hands.

He started three months after they broke up and she went abroad.

Tan Qingqing struggled again with his hand, and her voice was a little stiff, "I saw it the day I returned home."

"Have you been shopping?"

The sharpness in his eyes was replaced by a touch of softness, and his magnetic voice seemed to have a touch of suppressed emotion.

If you don't listen carefully, you won't be able to hear it.

Tan Qingqing blinked and shook her head slightly, "I went back to City A the day after I returned to China, and I haven't had a chance to go shopping yet."

"Let's go have dinner then."

"ah?"

For a moment, Tan Qingqing did not react.

Why did it become like this in just a few words?

I re-examined his words in my mind and made sure that he meant going to have dinner.

Before she could decide whether to agree or refuse, Mo Ziyi already curled her lips and smiled.

His mood suddenly became brighter, "Let's go, I'll take you for a walk after dinner. G city has changed a lot in the past four years, I'll take you around in a while."

He spoke clearly and cheerfully.

It was different from the deep voice just now, but it had a sultry charm.

Tan Qingqing was infected by his good mood, and a smile appeared on her delicate face, "Okay, anyway, I haven't been shopping yet. Brother Xiaohui also said that if I come back in a few years, I won't even be able to find my home." .”

Mo Ziyi laughed out loud, "He's right, you won't even be able to find a home in a few years. We had plans for this area."

But he stopped.

Not only did it prevent the higher-ups from thinking about this area, but they also bought several other villas.

Except for a few of them, there was no one else in this area.

Compared to his father Mo Xiuchen who only wanted to accompany him and his mother Wen Ran's dream, Mo Ziyi has lofty ideals.

In recent years, he has not only sold Haochen's products to more than a dozen countries and become the youngest top ten rich man on the Forbes list, he also has high requirements for his own quality of life.

He bought other villas in the area because he wanted to build a castle.

"What's the plan?"

Tan Qingqing asked in surprise.

A pair of eyes as bright as the stars in the night sky.

Mo Ziyi looked at her like this and smelled the familiar fragrance on her body. His Adam's apple rolled slightly and he suppressed some thoughts that flashed through his mind.

He said calmly, "That was all in the past. I will tell you when I have the opportunity in the future."

"Young Master Yi, Miss Qingqing."

Downstairs, the servant saw Mo Ziyi coming down holding Tan Qingqing's hand, his eyes flashed with surprise, and then he greeted happily.

"Auntie, bring the food to the table."

After Mo Ziyi gave instructions, he took Tan Qingqing to the restaurant and sat her down on a chair.

The servant quickly brought the food.

Because Tan Qingqing had a cold, there were only two vegetarian dishes and no meat.

"Eat."

"Just these two dishes?"

Tan Qingqing glanced at the dishes on the table, then turned to look at the door of the restaurant.

After waiting for a minute, the aunt came in again bringing food.

Mo Ziyi picked up a piece of cabbage and put it into her bowl, and said softly, "You can't eat meat because you have a cold now."

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Tan Qingqing herself didn't think it mattered.

But Mo Ziyi likes to eat meat.

Mo Ziyi raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It doesn't matter if you don't eat meat for one meal."

After hearing what he said, Tan Qingqing said nothing and lowered her head to concentrate on eating.

There was no sound of conversation in the restaurant for a while, only the slight sound of chopsticks hitting the plate was heard.

But the atmosphere was not stagnant.

Instead, there was a faint warmth flowing in the air.

It's like four years ago again.

From the initial break up to now being able to sit together and have a meal peacefully, Mo Ziyi and Tan Qingqing never thought that this day would come so soon.

After all, they had lived together for eighteen years, and that tacit understanding had not dissipated with the four years of separation.

When Tan Qingqing put down her chopsticks, Mo Ziyi instinctively took out a tissue and handed it to her.