It took more than 20 minutes for the taxi to go back to the apartment. When the car stopped, Lin Qinghan was very keen, shook his head slightly, and said vaguely, "Is it there?"

Qu Mozhan paid for the car and whispered in her ear: "Here." She got out of the car and helped Lin Qinghan down from the other side. Touching the moist and cold air outside, the sleepy Lin Qinghan became a lot more awake. She stood up straight and looked around blankly: "This place is a bit familiar."

She shook her head and looked at Qu Mozang with some puzzlement. Qu Mozang didn't speak, and stretched her hand to the apartment. Lin Qinghan finally recovered from the confusion: "Why are you back?"

Qu Mozhan turned on the living room lamp, his eyes lingering on Lin Qinghan's face, the tiredness in the ink-colored eyes had not been hidden, and the eyes were dark blue, but she just covered it up so well that she couldn't find it.

"You are very sleepy, and are you still suffering from jet lag?" If it is jet lag, it is more than eight o'clock now, which is not so sleepy, so it is very likely that she went out without rest during the day, so she has survived until now.

Lin Qinghan rubbed his eyes and suppressed his fatigue: "Fortunately, the car is too warm and drowsy."

Lin Qinghan's self-control, Qu Mozang, knew that it would definitely not be able to make her sleepy while talking in the car.

"You go to rest first, and we will eat later when you wake up." Qu Mozhen pushed aside the bedroom on the right and signaled Lin Qinghan to come in. The bedroom is covered with oak floors, the bed is covered with light gray striped bedding, next to the window is a desk, and the bookshelves are full of books. The rooms are neatly arranged, the layout is simple and elegant, and it matches the character of Qu Mo Zang.

"The bedding is clean. Change to the pajamas and go to bed first. I'll talk about it when you have something to do." She didn't give Lin Qinghan a chance to refuse. She opened the closet, took a dark blue nightgown and handed it to Lin Qinghan, and pointed to the bathroom.

Lin Qinghan tilted her head and looked at her with some confusion, then obediently entered the bathroom. After she turned around and entered, Qu Mozang's mouth curled up, with a soft smile in her eyes. Lin Qinghan just like this was really cute. Some cold people showed such cute expressions, and she couldn't help but soften her heart.

What she didn't know was that Lin Qinghan, who had been bewildered in the bathroom, no longer looked confused. She leaned against the bathroom wall, looked down at the nightgown in her hand, then buried it in her arms and closed it. A smile overflowed on his cold-eyed face.

Before a while, Lin Qinghan changed into her nightgown and came in. She didn't seem to be in good spirits. The blue silk nightgown was tightened at the waist to outline her soft body curve. It looked a lot thinner, but she should be thin though. The curve is quite a bit.

The nightgown was a bit loose, Lin Qinghan seemed to have confiscated the neckline, and opened a piece to reveal a piece of white skin. Qu Mozang immediately saw the delicate collarbone under his neck when he looked up. Lin Qinghan was very white, and under the soft light, the skin seemed to be dyed with a radiant light, and a thick emerald green on it fell between the collarbone, and the jade pendant that looked like a water drop made her whiter.

Qu Mozang's heart suffocated, feeling a sourness and enthusiasm in his heart. She gave this to Lin Qinghan on her sixteenth birthday. I still remember that she said that it was not in line with her identity and could only be taken to school.

"Who said that, I will always carry it." At that time, her childish words were still in her ears, and Qu Mozhen took a breath.

When she glanced down her gaze, she saw a looming exquisite curve. The swelling arc was hidden under the blue fabric, revealing a **** charm, and her emotions were dispelled by panic. She quickly turned her eyes off: "You...you sleep first. , I'll call you again at eight o'clock."

"Well, okay, eat first when you are hungry." Lin Qinghan calmly supported the collar, glanced at the red ears of the curly ink, and pressed a smile in his eyes. But she was really tired, and she told her to get into the quilt. When she went up, her clothes were taken up by the quilt, revealing her porcelain-white calves and then she disappeared when she retracted into the quilt.

Qu Mozhan quickly stopped his somewhat offensive gaze and thoughts, raised his hand and turned off the bedroom light, leaving only a dim table lamp. She still remembered that Lin Qinghan was afraid of the dark. When they lived together, Lin Qinghan’s bedroom would be plugged in a little shabby night light. Once she talked to Lin Qinghan, she said the reason in embarrassment.

Because sometimes Lin Yan would work at night, she could only sleep well when she was at home by turning on the night light. The light was weak, and it was neither dazzling nor consuming a lot of electricity.

She looked at the person who was sleeping on the bed, and then walked out lightly. She herself didn't realize how gentle she looked at Lin Qinghan. After the door closed softly, Lin Qinghan opened his eyes and looked at the lamp that was left on purpose. After closing his eyes, tears loomed in his hair.

She was very sleepy, but when she got out of the car and changed her clothes, she was actually awake a lot. Lying on the bed of Qu Mo Zang, she didn't want to sleep at all for a while. The scent of Qu Moqi lingered around her. She buried herself in the quilt and took a deep breath, smelling the warm fragrance, like a metamorphosis, but she couldn't help it.

After a while, surrounded by this kind of breath, Lin Qinghan, who had not been sleeping well, completely relaxed in fatigue and slept soundly. It seemed that the dream had returned to the time when she first met Qu Mozhen. She pushed her bicycle and asked her to come up. , Drove her home in the wind on the streets of Yanjing.

I don't know how long she slept, she faintly heard a slight movement, she was confused for a moment after opening her eyes, and then all the memories returned, she hugged the quilt on her body and rolled down like a child, and then stopped when she heard a female voice. He got down and listened carefully with his eyebrows closed.

So the serious-faced man put his arms around the quilt in a childish posture, raising his head and erecting his ears to listen to the outside sounds.

"Why did you prepare dinner so late? What's the wind blowing, you actually cooked by yourself?" Xu Qing, who had finished the experiment, had already returned early, but it was already past nine. Qu Mozang used to have finished eating and was reading a book, but Qu Mozang was still cooking when he came back today.

Although Qu Mozang knew how to cook, she was forced to come out after studying abroad. She would only help if she cooks Qu Mozang, otherwise she seldom opened fire in this kitchen.

Qu Mozhang's eyes swayed in the room, lowered his voice and said softly: "My friend came to Stanford as an exchange student, and he was too tired to sleep in my room. It's too late to go out to eat. I want to do something if she wakes up. I can eat a little bit."

Xu Qing naturally saw her movements, and when she heard her words, she looked towards the door: "Friend?" She was a little surprised, and then there was a trace of complexity in her heart. She has been renting together with Qu Mozhen for nearly three years, and she is a foreign country again. Acquaintance, logically speaking, the relationship is very close. But Qu Mozhen paid much attention to personal privacy. She had never been in a private place like a bedroom. When a friend came to Qu Mozhen, she would let her sleep on her own bed.

Qu Mozang nodded: "I was a classmate from junior high school, and I separated from university when I went abroad. She was also from Yanjing University." When Lin Qinghan was introduced, Qu Mozang's eyes were full of joy, and Xu Qing was a little bit happy. feel bad.

"What are you going to do, do you want me to help?" Xu Qing said while Qu Mozhan was hurriedly sorting out the ingredients there.

"You have been busy for a day today. How can you help me when you come back? I will just cook a few dishes and eat for the two of us. It's okay."

As he said, the door of the room made a soft click, and the two people turned their eyes at the same time. Lin Qinghan stood at the door, wearing a pair of slippers under her feet, still in the nightgown, standing there quietly, Mo eyes swept over Qu Moqi and fell on Xu Qing.

"Hello, I'm Mo Zang's friend. Excuse me." She was polite in her tone, but her expression was still cold. Although she only wore slippers and pajamas, the calmness and sharpness that she had trained in the mall could not be concealed. Full of aura.

Xu Qing was stunned when she saw her. She only came back to her senses when she heard the other party greet her. It is undeniable that she was really stunned by this young woman just now, stunning and somewhat faintly oppressed.

"Hello, this is Mo Zang's senior sister Xu Qing."

Qu Mozhang originally thought that Lin Qinghan's expression was too condensed and serious just now, but when he saw Xu Qing looking at Lin Qinghan, he realized that Lin Qinghan hadn't changed clothes at all, and immediately put down the things in his hand and walked over and subconsciously stood in front of Lin Qinghan: "Wake up. , Go and change your clothes first. You should be hungry after sleeping for so long, wait a while, and the meal will be ready soon."

Lin Qinghan looked at her and looked at the kitchen again: "Have you learned how to cook?"

Qu Mozhan was blocked by her somewhat surprised tone, and stretched out her hand to push her forward: "You'll know after eating it later."

Lin Qinghan, who was pushed forward, was replaced by a smile, and the coldness in the eyes of Lin Qinghan was extremely happy.

Xu Qing looked complicated and looked as if she had changed her personality: "Your relationship is really good. You treat her very differently."

Qu Mozang was taken aback, and then smiled slightly: "We have been good friends since the third grade. She was behaved back then, not so cold."

After speaking, Lin Qinghan had changed his clothes and walked out. Xu Qing looked at the curly mochi who was struggling to cut potatoes, and coughed slightly: "I will help you handle the ingredients, do you make it yourself?"

After speaking, Lin Qinghan has already stepped forward and rolled up his sleeves at the same time: "Let me come, Miss Xu has also worked hard for a day, and it is not suitable for you to do it."

She walked to Qu Mozhen, carefully washed her hands and took the knife: "Just go and defrost the beef."

Qu Mozang naturally understood Lin Qinghan's craftsmanship, and obediently stepped aside, after taking out the beef, he lowered his head and untied his apron: "Come here."

Lin Qinghan tilted her head and looked over, letting Qu Mozhan put her apron on her. Qu Mozhan didn't feel that something was wrong and went around behind her and fastened the lace for her. Seeing that Xu Qing was still on the side, she said to Xu Qing again: "Sister Xu, hurry up and rest, Qinghan is very good at cooking."

Xu Qing smiled reluctantly and nodded. Just now she thought that Lin Qinghan was the kind of cold and arrogant person, she had that kind of aura at such a young age, and she must be raised by a family that is rich and noble. But she didn't look cold in the face of Qu Mozhen, although she was still expressionless, but she could see the gentleness of Qu Mozhen's pampering and indifference clearly.

Just now Qu Mozhan untied her apron so naturally and brought it to Lin Qinghan. The atmosphere of the two people gave her no chance to penetrate.

She used to think that Qu Mozang was so close to her friends but was always polite with her, and she was a little depressed, but now it seems that the feeling of getting along between Lin Qinghan and Qu Mozang is not like a friend or a couple.

Xu Qing has been in the United States for six years, and she is relatively open abroad. She has naturally seen all kinds of love affair, and even she herself has some thoughts about Qu Mozang. In the past few years, she has been with her as a sister, and she has never seen that Qu Mozhen and her are similar people. There are men and women who chase her at school, but she has never responded. It turns out that there are already people.

But in the past three years, I have only heard Qu Mozhen’s family make phone calls, and rarely go home. I never saw that she had a lover, nor did she mention this person from her mouth. Suspicious, when I returned to the house, I couldn't help but glance at the busy woman in the kitchen. Her hair was simply tied behind her, and she lowered her head to cut vegetables. This profile looks very familiar. Xu Qing frowned and thought about it. Finally, it suddenly became clear that she seemed to have seen a picture of a girl in the computer file of Qu Mozhen once, and it turned out to be her.

There was a bitterness in my heart. I used to feel that I was tempted for a while, but I thought that Qu Mozang didn't like women, so it was good to get along. Now I know that Qu Mozang likes women, but there is no chance.

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