It took twenty minutes on the road before returning to Mingyuan Garden.
When Zhan Yin opened the door and entered the room, it was pitch black.
Has Haitong not come back yet?
After he turned on the light, he checked the time. It was eleven o’clock, and the girl would be back soon. Fortunately, he went upstairs and upstairs quickly, otherwise she would see that he came down from a Rolls-Royce, and she would be in trouble.
I didn’t come back for two or three nights.
Zhan Yin actually had the feeling that he had been away for a long time.
The cold war, separation, and mutual deletion of friends seem to have happened a long time ago.
In fact, it was only two or three days.
If grandma hadn’t found a way for him, the cold war between the couple would have continued.
There is a beckoning cat and a dragon on the coffee table.
It was the handicraft that Haitong promised to give him.
Zhan Yin walked over and picked up the beckoning cat. Her hands are really skillful, no matter what she weaves, it looks alike.
The door rang.
Instinctively, Zhan Yin quickly put the Lucky Cat back on the coffee table, trying to pretend that he just came out of the room, but he was still wearing a suit, and Hai Tong had already opened the door, so he gave up pretending.
The couple looked at each other.
Hai Tong spoke first: “Mr. Zhan, you also just came back?”
“Well, I just got home.”
Zhan Yin calmly picked up the braided golden dragon, “When did you finish it?”
“You took it back the night you didn’t come home.”
Haitong walked towards him while talking: “Your room is my restricted area, I can’t take it in, so I put it here, thinking that when you come back, I can see it at a glance, and I will take it in.”
Zhan Yin picked up the beckoning cat again, and heard his wife say, “Your beckoning cat is only a little bigger than the one I gave to Miss Shang, and I did it more seriously. How about it, does it look like it?”
Hearing that this one of his was bigger than Shang Xiaofei’s, Zhan Yin felt inexplicably happy in his heart, but he didn’t show it on his face, and hummed lightly, “Like.”
Haitong smiled, “As long as you like it.”
She put the car keys on the coffee table, turned around and walked to the kitchen, “I cook a bowl of noodles for supper, do you want it?” Before Zhan Yin could answer, she said to herself again: “Oh, I forgot , You said that you don’t eat midnight snacks, because you are afraid of gaining weight.”
Zhan Yin: … Let her finish talking, what else can he say?
However, he wasn’t hungry either.
Haitong was cooking noodles in the kitchen.
Zhan Yinlue stood for a while, then turned around and walked to the door of the kitchen. He didn’t go in, but stood at the door and watched Haitong washing green onions and coriander. To put vinegar.
She said that vinegar was added, which tasted sour and tasted better.
“Ring ring ring…”