"Isn't your father also going to the city? Are you going back?" Ling Mufeng asked quickly.
Ye Zhiqiu's expression turned pale, and then he said calmly: "My home is here and I don't want to leave."
"Then I won't leave either." Ling Mufeng just smiled.
Ye Zhiqiu looked at him deeply: "You really don't want to leave? You still have relatives over there."[
"If they really regard me as their relative, I will go back." Ling Mufeng shrugged.
"Okay, let's celebrate the New Year together." Ye Zhiqiu said calmly.
"Um."
"There's no need to pick me up opposite No. 1 Middle School tomorrow. Just pick me up at the door."
Ye Zhiqiu's words were still very calm, as simple as eating and breathing.
Ling Mufeng's eyes suddenly lit up. Does this mean that she has accepted herself?
"Okay!" He was a little surprised.
"Let's cook together."
Ye Zhiqiu didn't hesitate, just took the shopping bag from his hand and walked into the kitchen.
There is no need to say anything more, some things are determined subconsciously, such as habits.
But is habit equal to love?
No, it doesn't matter, at least the two of them are very good at the moment——
On the night of New Year's Eve, Ling Mufeng was waiting for her at the entrance of No. 1 Middle School.
This time, Ye Zhiqiu Yiyiran got into his car in front of everyone, and she didn't feel the slightest discomfort. However, as soon as she entered the car, she noticed that something had changed.
The car seems to have been cleaned up a lot, and all the seat cushions and equipment inside have been replaced.
Every little corner was also tidied up and new hangings were hung.
Ling Mufeng wore new clothes, shaved his beard, and combed his hair neatly, as if he was going on a blind date.
"What are you..."
Ye Zhiqiu looked at the brand-new him and the brand-new car, feeling a little strange.[
"Oh, it's the Chinese New Year, so I'll tidy up first."