In my memory, he seemed to be very serious when doing anything.

in particular.

Things related to her.

Qiao Xining couldn't hide his sourness and was a little dissatisfied.

"Lin Shu," she asked, "Does the crayfish look good?"

“…”

"Otherwise, why do you take it so seriously?" said the accusing tone, "not even look at me."

Lin Shu was too lazy to pay attention to her sudden work.

After peeling the last crayfish, he took off his gloves, took out a wet tissue and wiped his hands, and his tone was very light: "Eat it."

Qiao Xining just said that he had to ask Lin Shu to give an answer.

"You said, who is better looking at crayfish or me?"

At the same time, Lin Shu's cell phone rang.

He glanced at her, got up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to answer the phone.

The sky outside is thick in color, and the city is no longer visible to the stars, like a black curtain. Further away, tall buildings are lined up one after another, neon light intertwined, suddenly illuminating the entire night.

Like a clear mirror, it reflects Qiao Xining's movements behind his back.

She raised her body from the carpet, reached out and pinched a light crayfish.

The focus fell in the middle, and he was like he was just now, carefully and clumsyly peeling the lobster.

I didn't eat it, so I put it directly on his empty plate.

Almost unconscious.

The curve of Lin Shu's lips curled up.

"Ashu, are you listening?" Wang Yang's voice came from the other end.

"Well, what?"

"Didn't a book some time ago? I'll join the group these two days."

"OK."

I also talked about work.

Hang up the phone.

"Lin Shu," Qiao Xining saw him coming, and proudly pointed his hand, "Here, you can eat the shrimp I peeled for you."

Some of the three or four crayfish were not peeled cleanly; some were peeled to the point where only a little shrimp meat was left.

Qiao Xining still remembers that he had stomach problems: "You can't eat too much, you can only eat two or three, and I just peeled it."

She said, reaching out and picking up one of them, holding the table up to him: "Eat it."

The little girl's fingers were fair and slender, her nails were round and pink, her nail polish was covered with a transparent layer, and she pinched a ball of shrimp meat at her fingertips.

The one that is particularly small and may even be ignored.

If you put it in, you will probably lick her fingertips.

Qiao Xining just picked it up casually, but he didn't expect to get such a small one.

She was stunned and discussed with Lin Shu: "I'll get you another one."

Lin Shu didn't say anything, but had already made moves.

He leaned over, and the tall shadow enveloped the petite Qiao Xining.

She didn't give her time to react, so she lowered her head and bitten it.

The warm and wet tip of the tongue seemed to slow down and rubbed her fingertips.

The shrimp meat was rolled in.

Only a trace that seemed to be there or not was left.

Qiao Xining's whole body was stiff.

It was like a ball of fire, burning from his licked fingertips to the center of his brain.

Lin Shu looked like a ok person, straightening up.

His eyes fell straight on her.

The air suddenly became quiet.

"What," Qiao Xining didn't dare to look at him, and had nothing to say, "What's your agent asking you for?"

She just accidentally glanced at the screen of the phone, and the note was Wang Yang.

Lin Shu's voice was very quiet: "Work matters."

"Oh," she lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, "Are you going to film?"

"Um."

Don't know why.

The crayfish in my hand suddenly stopped smelling good.

Going to film.

It proves that I am leaving.

I don't know how long I'll leave.

Seeing her sudden mood, Lin Shu frowned and said, "Give me the ring."

The second I heard him clearly, Qiao Xining actually wanted to say something to Lin Shu:

"Didn't you think I'm in a bad mood? Can't you come to comfort me?"

But she didn't.

Qiao Xining remained silent and took off the ring necklace he had been wearing since that night.

Lin Shu reached out to take it.

The temperature on her body remained on the ring.

He subconsciously clenched his body, rubbing it no one knew it, feeling her body temperature.

Qiao Xining can't stand such quietness, nor can he stand his sluggish self.

She picked up the chopsticks and returned to her heartless meal just now, while speaking to him.

"Lin Shu, why are you holding a ring when you are filming?" she smiled and said casually, "You can't see me, and you can't see it and think of people, right?"

She knows Lin Shu.

Anyway, it was something that was given to her, so why would she take it back?

It's not in line with his usual style.

Silence for a while.

She heard his answer.

The sound is very low, it is like rubbing across the throat, but it seems restrained.

"Um."

Qiao Xining picked the crayfish chopsticks and looked up at him half a beat.

Never thought that he would admit that she was making a joke.

Like a joke that echoed her.

It also seems to be a true expression.

"..." She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, her mind buzzed and blank.

His mind was filled with his "Yeah", which was played in a loop as if he had vitality.

After getting the ring, Lin Shu had no intention of staying.

He leaned over slightly, simply packed up the packaging box on the table, and planned to take it down and throw it away.

He looked at her calmly: "I'm leaving."

Qiao Xining reacted and got up from the carpet: "I'll send you... to the door."

Open the door.

There was no sound in the corridor, it was pitch black, so I could only see the general outline clearly.

Qiao Xining held the door handle and looked at Lin Shu standing outside in confusion.

He seemed to have something to say and was not in a hurry to leave.
To be continued...