Boss on top: My wife is too hot

Lifting his eyes slightly, a trace of disappointment appeared on his smiling face, "I'm used to it."

The slightly shallow change did not escape Lu Mosheng's gaze, he smiled lightly, and carefully brewed a cup of black tea, "If there is any difference, the person who brews the tea has changed, so it will feel different."

Jiang Xiyuan was taken aback for a moment, and her words hit her heart directly.

The best black tea she had ever had was freshly brewed by Zhang Bo.

It's not that expensive, but that friendship, infiltrated into the tea, makes the fragrance so refreshing.

That was the memory of being with Zhang Bo.

Bit by bit, they all penetrate into the bone marrow, which is a kind of nostalgic feeling.

But this point, Zhang Bo has already forgotten, perhaps he has distributed this feeling exclusively to her, and she is still nostalgic for it.

"Maybe." With a faint smile, Jiang Xiyuan looked relaxed.

But the real feeling in her heart, I am afraid that only she can understand it.

Lu Mosheng nodded slightly.

Rubbing the body of the cup with fingertips, it feels cold.

He frowned lightly, with a proud face, and wanted to express too much concern, but for a long time, he just said softly, "It might not be a bad thing to have more space."

"Isn't saying these words too damaging to the atmosphere?" Jiang Xiyuan explained with a smile after thinking that it was not very good.

"Accept complaints at any time." "I didn't prepare it in advance, so I can only use it. Next time, I will choose a good black tea and prepare it." Lu Mosheng raised his hand, brushed off the dregs on the top of the tea with the lid, half-covered, and put it away On the tray, serve it to Jiang Xiyuan. "Be careful it's hot."

Such delicacy and aptness have a heart-warming feeling. He has always been so gentle and reassuring.

"Thank you, senior. Are you planning to stay here this time?" Jiang Xiyuan naturally put the manuscript by the table, took it, and asked.

"I didn't have a plan before, but now I have this plan." Staring sideways at the fair face, her lips were slightly raised, revealing a sense of intimacy without any trace.

"Because of work?" Curious.

"Yeah." Glancing at Jiang Xiyuan, it was meaningful, "It's sort of."

"Yes it is, no it is not, there is nothing else. The senior is not taking advantage of the opportunity to sneak in?" He smiled lightly, took a sip of black tea, surrounded by a faint aroma, moderately hot and cold, and did not feel that it was just the hotel's own s things.

"Is it so obvious?" Lu Mosheng joked, took the manuscript with footprints on it with emotion, spread it on the table carefully, unscrewed the special desk lamp, and took out the small brush and gauze.

"I can't hide it from you." With a joking smile, "I have established a group company abroad for several years, mainly for the new media industry. I want to shift my focus to China in the near future and develop some possible entertainment projects. Based on this calculation, I may stay for a long time. In Ningcheng."

"No wonder so many fans don't know that the senior has become a famous celebrity." Laughing, his eyes naturally fell on the manuscript in front of him.

The straight back is slightly tilted, and the slender fingertips are holding a small brush and gauze respectively, smoothing the manuscript slightly.Staring intently, with a calm breath, he treats a page of paper in front of him like an archaeologist treats cultural relics.

The beam of light falling from the desk lamp reflected his profile, with clear lines, gentle and handsome.

"There's no such thing as a celebrity or not, but it's just a trivial matter." Lu Mosheng said modestly.

It is said that time is the best proof, but in Jiang Xiyuan's view, Lu Mosheng is still the same as before, and has not changed at all.