Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Tsing Yi wanted to look back at him, and asked him if he hurt him just now, and wanted to apologize to him and explain to him.

But he was afraid of scaring him, and didn’t know how to face him. He was even more afraid that he didn’t want to see himself now and felt that he was abnormal. When he thought of this, Tsing Yi’s heart was filled with panic and helplessness, fearing that he would hide in the future. Stay away from yourself.

His heart was painful and annoyed, and he kept condemning himself for being mad. His hands and feet were shaking uncontrollably. He wanted to secretly look at him in the rearview mirror, but he didn't dare.

Mu Han looked at Tsing Yi, who was still in front of him, and felt Tsing Yi’s self-blame and anxiety. He looked at him anxiously and worriedly, not knowing what to do.

When it got dark, the lights in the car were not turned on, and there was darkness and silence around.

The darkness is urging the uneasiness in the heart to ferment.

Finally, Mu Han couldn't wait any longer, he summoned up the courage and called Tsing Yi: "...Brother, I'm hungry, shall we go up there?"

There seemed to be a panic in his voice.

Tsing Yi was stunned, but he didn't expect him to say that.

He didn't seem to hate himself, he didn't seem to hate himself, and he didn't want to stay away from him, an abnormal person.

But he didn't ask why his abnormal behavior just now was, in other words, he didn't treat him at all...

Tsing Yi didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

He wanted to look back, but he didn't dare to turn his head, but looked behind him slightly, and then said, "Yeah."

He unfastened his seat belt with his hands and feet, and was about to get out of the car. After remembering something, he intimately turned on the lights in the car for Mu Han.

Tsing Yi got out of the car first. He didn't dare to see Mu Han. After seeing Mu Han got down, he walked in front, but his attention was always on Mu Han who was following him, afraid that he would run.

He has stiff hands and feet, and he looks very strenuous and unnatural to walk.

He kept his head down and walked back to his residence. He used to go upstairs, remembering that Mu Han just said he was hungry, he stopped, and leaned sideways and said: "...I...I'll cook noodles for you. "

Then he went to the kitchen, he walked faster and faster, as if hiding from Mu Han.

Mu Han stood in the hall, looking at Tsing Yi who had fled into the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Tsing Yi rushed to the faucet and washed his face severely. He raised his hand and slapped himself with no mercy at all.

With a messy mood, Tsing Yi cooked the two bowls of noodles skillfully, and then spent two minutes to sort out his mood. He was afraid that the noodles would not taste good, so he could only bite the bullet and go out to Mu Han.

But when he walked out, he was not in the hall.

He took it to the dining room again, but no one was there.

He looked upstairs, then proceeded to look for someone upstairs with his face facing up.

Every step is as difficult as taking a flint road.

When he finally came to Mu Han's door, knocking on the door became a difficult task.

He struggled for a long time, the knocking hand raised and lowered, lowered and raised, still not having the courage to knock open.

He looked at the prone noodles in the bowl, anxious.

He put his hands down again, thinking whether to return the noodles to the dining room and send a message to let him come down to eat.

Thinking of this method, Tsing Yi had to leave with his face in front of her face. Who knows that as soon as she turned to one side, the door opened from the inside.

Tsing Yi subconsciously turned his head and looked, and saw Mu Han who took off his white coat and came out to open the door. Tsing Yi's heart jumped fiercely, and his eyes immediately dodged.

"The noodles and noodles are ready." He handed a bowl of noodles to Mu Han, and Duan Mian's hands trembled uncontrollably.

Mu Han stretched out his hand to take it, but because Tsing Yi didn't listen to his hands and feet, the chopsticks fell to the ground before they were in Mu Han's hands.

He squatted down to pick it up quickly, but Mu Han also squatted down.