I go north, you go south

The next two days happened to be the weekend, so it could be said that Ling Bei told Nan Zishu to rest at home.

And all the matters of arranging the cemetery were also taken over by Ling Bei, and the reasons he gave were extremely sufficient: since he admitted that he was the son-in-law of the Nan family, he must have the consciousness of being a son-in-law and shoulder the responsibility of being a son-in-law.

It was really the first time Nan Zishu saw such a rush to get married.
But she can only rest assured that Ling Bei will bear all this with her.

Maybe it was really too tired, or maybe it was because his mental state hadn't recovered yet, Nan Zishu slept until midnight on Saturday.

After returning home from the funeral parlor yesterday, Nan Zishu simply sorted out Liu Ying's belongings non-stop, and it turned into a general cleaning before he knew it. Young and old objects.

They were all souvenirs left by Liu Ying when Nan Zishu was a child.

Nan Zishu looked at the empty room, it was obviously the same as before, but there was always a kind of silence that made people breathless.

"Oh." Nan Zishu still couldn't help sighing.

Just as she was about to go to the kitchen to make some food, she turned around and found that there was an extra set of lunch boxes on the dining table for no reason.

That lunch box, Nan Zishu, looked very familiar, and he didn't need to think about which god could "break into a private house" without anyone noticing it.

Since Ling Bei came to Nan Zishu's house for the first time before the last banquet, he took the initiative to ask Nan Zishu for a pair of keys to her house.

Or take the key of your own house to exchange it forcibly.

Nan Zishu couldn't help but bend his lips, walked to the table and opened the lunch box: it was her favorite braised fish.

There was also a note under the lunch box, with familiar Junxiu handwriting on it: Shu Shu, I have to go back to the company to sign some important documents, you wait for me at home, I'll be back soon.

Remember to eat the rice while it is hot.There is still the orange juice that you said was delicious last time in the refrigerator, but the weather has turned cold recently, so if you want to drink it, remember to warm it up a little.

There is also a small heart drawn on the back.

As expected, Nan Zishu was amused by the incongruous little decoration at the end, so she couldn't help but reached out and nodded the neat little heart: "Got it, my boss boyfriend."

I just heard Nan Zishu chanting in a rare mood: "If the outside world knows that their usually indifferent Mr. Ling still has such a cute side, will they be shocked and drop their jaws?"

That being said, Nan Zishu would not share such a "different" boyfriend with him.

Of course, Ling Bei's goal has also been achieved, he successfully won the beauty's smile with a "little heart".

Nan Zishu opened the lunch boxes one by one, and the aroma of the food gradually permeated.Lingbei's culinary skills have always been able to ensure that the dishes are delicious in color, fragrance, and taste, giving people a feeling that "Michelin three-star chefs serve you" no matter where they are.

Nan Zishu looked at the three dishes and one soup on the table in a daze.

She remembered that when she was injured and stayed at Ling Bei's house some time ago, they could sit together, chat and eat every day. At that time, she thought that with Ling Bei's upbringing, she would definitely have the serious appearance of "eating without talking, sleeping without talking". , but I don't want him to be the first to open the chatterbox every time.

Nan Zishu felt that at that time they really seemed like a couple who had lived together for a long time.
"Oh, Nan Zishu, what are you thinking!?"

Nan Zishu, who came back to his senses, slapped himself on the forehead suddenly.