Zeng Mingyue unfortunately ran into a traffic jam when she went back. The taxi was blocked on the road for more than half an hour.


    It was almost midnight when Zeng Mingyue returned to the villa. The villa was dark. Zeng Mingyue opened the door, quietly changed her shoes and walked to the stairs in the dark.


    As soon as I walked a few steps, I heard a snap, and the crystal lamp on my head suddenly lit up.


    She was startled, looked intently, and saw a man sitting on the sofa.


    Fu Jiabei was wearing home clothes, but the figure sitting there was still tall and straight. When he looked at it with deep eyes, Zeng Mingyue''s heart was about to jump out.


    She was frozen in place and bit her lips before she asked with a guilty heart.


    "Are you waiting for me?"


    Fu Jiabei stared at Zeng Mingyue and didn''t speak. Zeng Mingyue was more and more discouraged by him. He walked slowly over, tried to sit down beside him and lowered his head like a wrong child.


    "Sorry, i... I went to run a news this afternoon. I had some trouble, so I forgot to come back..."


    Fu Jiabei looked at Zeng Mingyue. The girl slightly lowered her head and lowered her eyes. Her eyelashes were shaking and her hands around her were uneasily clasping the edge of the sofa.


    She may not know that she is not good at lying. Fu Jiabei pursed his lips and saw that her face was red. He raised his hand and stroked her cheek. Sure enough, it was cold.


    He suddenly lost his mind and was distressed.


    "Why is it so cold!"


    Zeng Mingyue''s hands were really cold. The whole person seemed to come out of the freezer.


    "I... Forgot to wear my coat when I went out."


    Zeng Mingyue wore a coat when she went out in the morning, but she left it in the coffee shop.


    Fu Jiabei glanced at Zeng Mingyue again. She probably forgot that he watched her go out in the morning.


    In a moment of silence, he said, "go and put some hot water for a bubble."


    Zeng Mingyue looked up at him, "what about you?"


    She looked a little uneasy. Fu Jiabei adjusted her mood, raised her hand and pinched the tip of her red nose.


    "I''ll go up later."


    "Are you... Angry with me?"


    Zeng Mingyue''s eyes were slightly red. She felt that she had an appointment with Fu Jiabei today, but there was no one all day. Fu Jiabei should be very angry.


    Now that he was so gentle, she was more and more uneasy.


    "No, I''m not angry. Go up."


    Fu Jiabei smiled and patted Zeng Mingyue soothingly, but Zeng Mingyue held Fu Jiabei''s hand and refused to let go.


    "If you''re not angry, go up with me."


    Fu Jiabei was helpless and rubbed her slightly disordered hair blown by the wind.


    The girl didn''t know how to do it. Even her hair was dyed in the cool night, he said in a warm voice.


    "Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Zhang are asleep. Go up first and I''ll cook you a bowl of ginger and sugar water, or you''ll get sick tomorrow."


    Therefore, he was not angry with her, but wanted to boil ginger soup for her himself?


    Zeng Mingyue''s eyes turned red. She was afraid of crying. She hurriedly hugged Fu Jiabei''s waist and buried her face in his chest.


    How could he be so good, but the better he was, the more she felt she didn''t match him.


    The little things that happened these days, like streams converging into rivers, kept turning in Zeng Mingyue''s heart. She couldn''t control her tears. She was uneasy and afraid, but she didn''t dare to talk to him.


    "Well, go up and take a bath!"


    She buried her head in his chest. Fu Jiabei looked down and saw Zeng Mingyue''s dark hair. He just thought she was playing coquettish and patted her back.


    "Well, I''ll go up."


    Zeng Mingyue answered quietly, got up and ran away.


    Fu Jiabei looked at the figure she ran up, and the smile on his face narrowed slightly.


    She just threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. She was so dependent and intimate. Fu Jiabei felt that Zeng Mingyue loved him.


    He thought that she might just be too kind. After all, her colleague was injured because of her, so it''s normal for her to worry.


    Half an hour later, Zeng Mingyue sat under the quilt wrapped in a bathrobe. Fu Jiabei brought her the boiled ginger and sugar water.


    "Drink it."


    "Well, I didn''t expect you to boil ginger soup!"


    Zeng Mingyue took the bowl. She thought that the ginger sugar water said by the male god was to throw a few pieces of ginger and boil it casually. Unexpectedly, the ginger sugar water in the bowl was just like it.


    Put a lot of brown sugar, but also floating with chopped scallion and ginger, the thick taste rushed to the nose.


    Fu Jiabei sat down by the bed and raised his eyebrows when he heard the speech. "Should I not eat fireworks?"


    In fact, Zeng Mingyue really thought so. She thought that a young master like a male god must not even know what ginger and onion look like.


    "It seems that we still need a lot of time to get to know each other in the future."


    Fu Jiabei pulled Zeng Mingyue''s long hair, stared at her and motioned her to drink ginger sugar water quickly.


    The time they spent together is still very short, and they really don''t know each other enough. He secretly thought that he should spend more time with his girlfriend in the future.


    Ginger soup is not good to drink. It''s hot and has a strong taste of ginger and onion. Zeng Mingyue''s forehead is sweating, his eyes are watery, but his whole body is hot, and even his heart is incomparably warm and hot.


    They lay in bed, and Zeng Mingyue curled herself into Fu Jiabei''s arms.


    "Good night."


    Overhead came the voice of Foucault. He dimmed the light and kissed the top of her hair.


    "Good night."


    Zeng Mingyue smiled and said.


    But after a long time, she closed her eyes, and what flashed in front of her eyes was still the scenes in the coffee shop today.


    Her whole body was slightly stiff. She didn''t dare to move for fear of affecting Fu Jiabei''s sleep.


    In the dark, Fu Jiabei opened his eyes and quietly looked at the girl curled up in his arms.


    "Something on your mind?"


    "I can''t sleep. Has it affected you?"


    Zeng Mingyue bit her lips slightly and looked up at Fu Jiabei.


    "No, why can''t you sleep?"


    In fact, Fu Jiabei was a little hot and dry in his heart. He was holding his girlfriend in his arms. They had a relationship only two days ago. He was just a vigorous age. The fresh smell of her bath had been drilling into his nose. He inevitably had some thoughts. In fact, he didn''t sleep much.


    But he keenly felt that there was something wrong with Zeng Mingyue, as if he had a lot on his mind.


    Compared with those desires, of course, it''s the girlfriend''s mind. The mood is more important. Taking care of the girl''s mood is also the least respect.


    When he asked, Zeng Mingyue looked up at him and almost shed tears.


    He''s really good, good


    Careful and considerate, gentle and affectionate, excellent to perfect.


    But she is really terrible. Her family background is terrible. Even her people are not good enough to match him. Even she may have some genetic disease.