C17 Warm Burning Lips

Qiao Qianchu was awakened by the sunlight leaking in through the window.

She opened her eyes. There was a quilt neatly spread on the other side of the bed, as if it had never been touched.

Where did Mu Nanyan go so early?

"You're up?" Qiao Meilin poked her head with the shovel.

Qiao Qianchu nodded and walked into the bathroom.

"After breakfast, pack up and move in." Qiao Meilin said while laughing, her expression seems to be very satisfied.

Startled, she turned her head to look at Qiao Meilin's smile.

What did Mu Nanyan say to her mother to make her move so happily?

"Where is he?"

"He said he was going to take a look around the district."

Qiao Qianchu burst into laughter as she quickened the movements of her hands. Soon, she finished washing up, changed into her outer clothes, and began to tidy up the room.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang.

Qiao Meilin opened the door and walked in.

"Finished?" As he approached Qiao Qianchu, he noticed that her face was covered with sweat. He took out the paper and handed it to her.

Qiao Qianchu took it and nodded. "You can move now."

The two of them walked into the room and started to move the books and other stuff downstairs. After a while, they finished. After saying their goodbyes to Qiao Meilin, Qiao Qianchu turned around to take a look.

Mu Nanyan was already in the driver's seat.

The sun was shining just right, and the sky was a rare light blue.

"You have chosen a good day. It would be good for you to move today." Mu Nanyan said seriously.

"Live Huang Li, Mr. Mu." Qiao Qianchu joked happily.

With a smile on her face, Mu Nanyan started the car and drove towards the city center.

Qiao Qianchu's house was very far away from Mu Nanyan's. Including the traffic lights, it was about fifty minutes from the outskirts to the center of the city. Fortunately, his car was steady and they did not have the habit of overtaking it. Along the way, the two of them spoke from time to time without making any noise. Soon, they arrived at their destination.

The only information Qiao Qianchu had about Mu Nanyan's home was the address on the marriage registration. Although she had always felt that she was slightly above him, it seemed to be true at the moment. This was a well-known building in the city. The location was good, so the price of the house wouldn't be too low.

The house was a three-bedroom building with simple decorations. There was a LCD TV on the wall of the living room. In the middle of the room, there was a square glass coffee table with a few black couch in front of it.

They have a single common trait, immaculate.

Putting her luggage aside, Mu Nanyan led Qiao Qianchu through every room, "This is the study room. The shelves are filled with some legal books and original English books that I usually read. You can put your comic books and sketchbooks on the shelf beside them …" This is the kitchen, we can cook together when we get back from work sooner or later … This is the bedroom … "

Qiao Qianchu walked and stopped, following behind Mu Nanyan. Listening to his words, the calm and beautiful life gradually outlined a future. Somehow, it all seemed to coincide with the fantasy of a few years ago.

Qiao Qianchu walked to the edge of the window and looked outside with some surprise.

Outside the window, the building was surrounded by lush trees and flowers. She could imagine how beautiful it would be in the spring, when it was warmer, when she looked down through the French windows.

"He really knows how to enjoy himself..." Qiao Qianchu muttered a few sentences in a low voice. Just as she turned around, she suddenly bumped into Mu Nanyan's chest.

"What are you muttering about?" Mu Nanyan held her in her arms, as if she felt the stiffness of the person in her arms. He smiled and said, "You have to know that we've already received our certificates. You have to get used to my existence in the future."

Qiao Qianchu was silent as she nodded.

"Shall we treat Tang Yixin and Zhang Zishan to a meal tomorrow? We have to thank them for what we did. " Mu Nanyan said.

Qiao Qianchu didn't have anything else to say other than nod her head. He had considered everything and it could be said to be perfect. In fact, she didn't know what to do.

But since she was already here, Qiao Qianchu turned around and went into the bedroom to pack her luggage. She gradually filled Mu Nanyan's wardrobe, bedside table, and drawer with her belongings.

After packing up, the two of them chose a nearby supermarket to purchase items.

The two of them strolled from the household items to the food area. Mu Nanyan pushed a pile of shopping carts as she walked alongside Qiao Qianchu.

When she was still with Fu Bai, Qiao Qianchu had fantasized about her married life, which naturally included basic supermarket shopping. The two of them laughed and made a ruckus as they discussed what dishes to eat in the evening. It was the snack that they wanted the most when watching TV.

Mu Nanyan was different from Fu Bai. Although they were both people who attracted people's attention, Mu Nanyan had a calm personality while Fu Bai …

Qiao Qianchu shook her head, not understanding why she suddenly thought of that person.

"What would you like to eat tonight?" Mu Nanyan picked up a box of tomatoes and asked for Qiao Qianchu's opinion, "How's your cooking? Can you control tomato scrambled eggs? "

Qiao Qianchu smirked, casually took the tomato from him and put it into the cart, saying, "It tastes worse than the ones my mom cooked, so it's only edible. I'll make a tomato scrambled egg. Since I have the tomato, I'll go to the egg area and buy a few more eggs later. "

The two strolled around for a while and bought some other vegetables and meat before returning.

As it turned out, Qiao Qianchu's claim of being "edible" was a completely self-deprecating statement. Mu Nanyan had always been helping her pick vegetables and wash the dishes. During this period of time, just by looking at her skilled knife skills, he knew that the taste wouldn't be bad.

It was a simple three dishes and a soup. When the food was served, only half an hour had passed.

Mu Nanyan picked up a pair of fish eggplant and nodded her head in praise. "Looks like I really shouldn't underestimate you and mistreat myself. I thought your culinary skills were bad and chose three of the simplest dishes."

Qiao Qianchu knew that Mu Nanyan had a smirk on her face. She was actually very happy to be able to satisfy him. After helping him scoop up a bowl of hot soup and placing it on his right hand side, he smiled and said, "When I was young and studying, my mom wanted to go out to work so she didn't have time to take care of me. I was allowed to learn how to cook by myself. "If the dishes you're cooking right now are still inedible, then you can only assume that you have no talent at all."

Mu Nanyan found that Qiao Qianchu mentioned more than once that she was born into a single parent family, which meant she didn't feel inferior about it. This woman lived very calmly.

After the meal, Mu Nanyan took the initiative to help clean up the dishes. One of the reasons he didn't cook at home often was because of his slight obsession with cleanliness. He didn't like to mess up the kitchen. However, Mu Nanyan was not surprised when she saw the kitchen that had been cleaned up by Qiao Qianchu, because she was such a woman.

It made others feel comfortable, but it didn't seem too sudden.

After a busy day, the hour hand had already pointed to 9 PM.

Qiao Qianchu looked at her bedroom hesitantly and then looked at Mu Nanyan. She didn't know if she should take the initiative to tell him about that matter …

"You can go take a bath first." Mu Nanyan took out the newly bought towel and handed it to Qiao Qianchu. With a light voice, she said, "I'll go to the study room to take care of some matters."

The fragrance approached and then disappeared. Qiao Qianchu nodded as her limbs finally regained their flexibility.

She took a quick hot shower with the BB on. When the muscles in her back relaxed, she realized that she was so nervous that her whole body was aching.

After changing the tampons, Qiao Qianchu used the handkerchief to wipe her wet hair. She opened the door and walked out.

She was wearing a thick two-piece nightgown that she had bought in the afternoon when she and Mu Nanyan had left for the supermarket. She knocked three times before stepping into the study next to the master bedroom.

Mu Nanyan seemed to be looking at some kind of document. Perhaps she had met with some difficult problem. Her long brows were slightly creased, and her expression was serious.

Qiao Qianchu coughed lightly. "I've already washed up. Go and wash up."

Mu Nanyan grunted and rubbed her forehead tiredly. She raised her head and looked at her. Her hair was well tended. It was black and straight and looked like black silk. A few strands of hair stuck to her cheek, making her skin whiter and brighter.

He got up, put his hands on her shoulders, and said, "A towel won't dry your hair. Wait a minute, I'll get you a breeze. " After saying that, he brought her to the living room's sofa and sat her down.

"Alright."

Qiao Qianchu thought he was helping him get her to dry her hair, but when the sofa next to her caved in, she knew she was wrong.

Her hair was spread out between his palms and her movements were very gentle. She didn't even feel the tug of her hair, making her feel so comfortable that she wanted to immediately fall asleep.

In his half dream, he only heard him say in a daze, "It's done."

"Eh?" Qiao Qianchu yawned and turned her head to look at him in bewilderment. Before she could even see his face clearly, she was pressed down on the sofa by his body. Following that, her warm and burning lips dropped down.