"Why?!" Zhong Qingye was unhappy. "I'm not familiar with him, so why should I enter the palace? Isn't he afraid that I will make his birthday a mess?"
Looking at Zhong Qingye, who suddenly became hairy, Qi Mo held her chin between his two fingers and shook her left and right. After making sure that there was no other dirt on her face, he slowly released his fingers. "As far as I know,
This was not Qi Mu’s idea.”
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Qi Mo shook his head, "I also vaguely noticed it, and there is no certain evidence." He Zhong Qingye said: "You don't want to enter the palace?"
"Of course not!" Zhong Qingye replied matter-of-factly, "There are so many rules in the palace, and anyone who wants to go in is a masochist!"
"What is masochism?" Qi Mo asked like a curious baby, listening to the novel vocabulary that he had never heard from Zhong Qingye.
The corners of Zhong Qingye's mouth twitched. "A disease that likes to be abused."
"Oh" Qi Mo nodded, looking at her with a half-smiling smile, and stretched out his hand to tap on the messy rice paper she drew, "You know a lot, but where did you learn it from?"
If he didn't mention Zhong Qingye, he almost forgot that the messy rice paper on the table were all her redesigned drawings, because it turned out that she left the palace before completing the design of the second and third floors of the restaurant, resulting in the current first floor
The appearance of the second and third floors were one in ancient times and the other in modern times. After negotiating with Xu Ziqian on Yingfeng Building, she plunged herself into these drawings.
"I used to have nothing to do at home, so I learned it from books." Zhong Qingye picked up a piece of rice paper that was drying and shook it, and suddenly said: "By the way, I have thought of a new name for the restaurant."
"What's it called?"
"The first floor in the world." Zhong Qingye turned around, grinned, and said proudly: "How about it, it's an impressive name."
Seeing her triumphant look, Qi Mo couldn't help but smile and nodded: "It's really impressive."
Zhong Qingye continued to throw the rice paper happily, she would not tell Qi Mo that she suddenly remembered the name of the restaurant mentioned in a costume drama she had watched before.
"Qingye..." Qi Mo suddenly said.
"What's wrong?" Zhong Qingye asked without looking back.
"Don't you like the palace very much?"
"It's obvious."
"Why? Isn't the palace bad?"
Zhong Qingye laid the rice paper on the table again, picked up a small silver-tipped pen and prepared to continue revising, "No matter how good it is, it is just a prison. I will not fall in love with a beautiful prison."
Qi Mo stopped talking, his eyes hidden under the silver mask had some unexplainable meaning, but Zhong Qingye was focused on the drawing and didn't notice it.
After a while, Qi Mo said again: "Then if, if you want to live in the palace one day, you will..."
"Impossible." Zhong Qingye interrupted him without thinking. He added a touch of black to the corner of the drawing with a small pen in his hand. He turned to Qi Mo and said: "How can I live in the palace? What you said
It’s so strange.”
Qi Mo closed his eyes and showed a faint smile. "Really? It's just that you don't like to enter the palace so much, so just ask." After saying that, he raised his head again and asked unwillingly: "What if the palace
Wouldn’t you like it if there weren’t so many rules?”
Zhong Qingye glanced at him, "You said this is too unrealistic. How can the palace not have so many rules?"
"Answer my question first."
Qi Mo's appearance today was really strange. Zhong Qingye frowned, but did not think of the possible reason. He could only shrug and said truthfully: "I don't know about this. After all, I have never been in contact with him. Do you like it or not?"
I hate it, I can’t even say it right now.”
"That's right..." Qi Mo frowned and said in an unexplainable tone.
It's really strange...
Zhong Qingye put down his pen, looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "Why did you ask such a question today? Did you encounter something in the palace?"
Qi Mo shook his head, "It's nothing, I'm just asking casually. Okay, you draw first, and I'll get you some snacks."
After saying that, he walked towards the door.
Strange! Strange! So strange!
Zhong Qingye looked at his back, and her heart was pounding. In the past, Qi Mo always liked to stick to her side. No matter what happened, he would even ask her to accompany him during a memorial. He would not leave until she was angry. Today
Will you actually take the initiative to go out?
Is he crazy? Or does he have a fever?
Various reasons were turned around in his mind, but he couldn't find anything that might cause Qi Mo's problem. Zhong Qingye moved his shoulders, suddenly remembered something, and said hurriedly: "Qi Mo, wait!"
"...?" Qi Mo stopped and turned around.
Zhong Qingye hurriedly walked over, and when he saw him about to leave the room, he pulled him back again, looked outside, closed the door and said, "Qi Mo, do me a favor."
It was rare to see Zhong Qingye serious, so Qi Mo asked curiously: "What's the matter?"
"Have you been to Fengjin recently?" She asked without answering.
Qi Mo's face suddenly darkened. He thought something would make her so cautious, but he didn't expect that it was Feng Jin's problem again.
"Not yet." He replied in a very unhappy tone.
"I'm not here either. Where has he been these days?"
Qimo glanced at her from the corner of his eye, "Do you care about him?"
The tone was obviously displeased, but Zhong Qingye actually nodded loudly, "Of course I care."
Qi Mo suddenly became angry, stretched out his hand to grab her arm, and said angrily: "What is so good about him? What makes you miss him so much?"
Hearing such sour words, no matter how dull Zhong Qingye was, he should have known what was going on. He slapped his hand away angrily, rolled his eyes and said, "Where did you think you were? I don't mean I don't care.
That cares."
"How many of you care about her?!" Qi Mo's face turned even darker. Does her care have different categories now? What about herself? What kind of care is it?
"I'm telling you something serious! Can you be more serious?" Zhong Qingye was very indifferent to his sour jealousy. This was simply a natural thing!
"I'm very serious!" Qi Mo said with a straight face, as dark as a lazy woman's foot wrap: "There is nothing more serious than this!"
"..." Is this the so-called chicken-and-duck talk?
Zhong Qingye held his forehead and sighed, finally realizing how idiotic it is to reason with a jealous man.
"I won't make trouble with you. If I need help, I'll ask you for help."
"Go find your Feng Jin!" Qi Mo replied angrily.
"I want you to help me investigate Feng Jin's origins."