Mu Jinbai secretly felt distressed as he watched the girl's hard work and strong look from the air.

He stretched out his right hand, and the man's big hand gently covered the green indian and placed it on the table, his cold palm.

"You still have me."

On the back of his hand, his palm was as warm as the temperature in memory.

Such warmth makes people want to be greedy.

Unfortunately, she can't.

Because what she wants is not comfort and sympathy.

"Thanks!"

With a whisper, she gently pulled her palm back, held the bowl and ate noodles.

Try to swallow it with one mouthful of mouthfulness, not looking at the other man's face.

"I didn't expect that your cooking skills have not declined at all for so many years, and it is still so delicious."

Probably, I have done it a lot.

I just don’t know who is so lucky to be able to eat the noodles he made.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

The palm of my palm was empty, and Mu Jinbai felt that his heart was empty.

His fingertips bent slightly, but he still retracted his palms.

After so many years, she must have had a new life or a new relationship...

"I...I'll go and help your client clean up."

Qingdai bit her lip, but she still spoke.

"No need, I'll leave after eating the noodles..." She added, "I...I made an appointment in the afternoon."

Of course, it's fake.

The atmosphere here is so warm that it gives her a long-lost home feeling.

She was afraid that she would be reluctant to leave once she stayed.

"Then..." Mu Jinbai took a deep breath, "I'll give you it later."

"No, I don't want to make the headlines."

Qingdai tried hard to make a joke, picked up the bowl with both hands and swallowed the soup into her stomach in disbelief.

She didn't want to waste his face at all.

Mu Jinbai handed over a tissue, took the tissue he handed over, folded it gently, sent it to the edge of his lips and gently wiped the corners of his lips, held the tissue tightly and stood up.

"I'm leaving."

Mu Jinbai stood up and took her out of the door, in front of the elevator.

While waiting for the elevator to go up, Qingdai tightly held the finger towel between her fingers, turned around, and showed him a smile that was disguised as perfect as he could.

Her acting skills have become very good over the years.

"Thank you very much today, the noodles are delicious."

The elevator goes up, stops, and separates.

"I'm leaving."

She stepped into the elevator.

Mu Jinbai was about to speak.

The girl suddenly turned around and rushed out of the elevator.

He looked over in surprise, and before he could see her expression clearly, the person was already hugged by her.

In the future, I may never have the chance to eat the noodles he made, and I will never have the chance to be so close to him.

She is inevitably a little greedy.

Just hug it, just hug it for a while...

Holding his feet and holding him, her face buried under his neck, feeling depressed.

"Brother Jinbai, I'm really happy that you can come."

After saying this, she gritted her teeth and withdrew her arm, turned around and stepped into the elevator, pressed the closing button with her back to him, and raised her hand in the air and raised her towards him.

"Brother Jinbai, goodbye!"

The insignificant tone or movement were just like when the two parted that day.

Mu Jinbai stood outside the elevator, holding his hands tightly.

Like back then, he didn't see that she was already crying in her face in the elevator.

...

...

Three days.

The first seven.

It was not until the second day of the first seventh day that Qingdai finally began to resume her work.

In the past, when she was busy, she could think of nothing.

But these days, I always like to distract myself.

If she hadn't left that day, if she had spent the night with him, if...

On the desk, the phone rang, and it was an assistant who called her and informed her that "Sword Mark" was about to start.

As the chief dressmaker, she needs to work with the team.

Previously, she worked with Director Chen Li in "Dingjiangshan". This time, Chen Li found her again in "Swords".

Qingdai did not refuse, even though her work was already very busy.

There is no reason, it is just because this is Mu Jinbai's project.

Being able to contribute to his incident was something that made her happy, so that she could have a little connection with him and she could deceive herself that the man had not completely disappeared from her world.

Of course, this happened seven days ago.

It's too late for her to refuse now.

But it doesn't matter. He is not the starring actor, so it may be possible whether he will come to visit the set.

"Okay, help me book a plane tomorrow morning."

"Sword Mark" is a magic martial arts film. In order to film this drama, Mu Jinbai spent a huge amount of money to build a Tianjue City in City A, and most of the interior scenes will be completed in Tianjue City.

When the movie is not filmed, this city will also become a part of the new movie city.

From "Swords" to the movie city, Mu Jinbai played a big chess game, and the movie "Swords" was his first chess piece on the board.

This move is the most important thing.

And she will also be part of his chessboard.

Of course, it's just an unknown person.

However, Qingdai didn't care, she was willing to be a brick and tile for him.

After packing up her luggage, she and her assistant went out to City A early the next morning.

Tianjue City is in the suburbs of the city and there are no buses, but the crew arranged the car.

In less than an hour, the two of them were already standing under the completed Tianjue City gate.

The hotel is also part of Tianjue City. Its appearance is a six-story ancient building integrated with Tianjue City, with carved beams and painted columns, which are magnificent.

The assistant looked around and kept admiring.

"This is so beautiful, Mu Jinbai is really courageous."

He is the only one who invested hundreds of millions to build a city for a movie.

"The opening ceremony is scheduled at 2 pm. You can put down your luggage and rest first."

The staff responsible for picking up the plane politely helped the two carry their luggage into the hotel lobby.

While the two of them were waiting for the elevator together, a team of people also walked into the lobby.

“…Anyway, everything will do as I said!”

A familiar voice came into my ears, and Qingdai turned her face instinctively.

The man strodes in a suit in a big strode in the autumn light cast in the carved window frame.

Qingdai couldn't dodge and could only bite the bullet and push out a smile.
To be continued...