C3 Civil Affairs Bureau

As the car stopped in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Qiao Qianchuyu was still in shock. She pondered over what Mu Nanyan had said.

"Scared?" Mu Nanyan took off her seat belt and said, "There's no rush. You can think about it slowly."

Consider? She glanced at Mu Nanyan, but didn't say anything.

This could also be considered stage fright. If Tang Yixin knew about this, she would definitely tear off all her hair.

"Do you have time?" Mu Nanyan asked.

"Yes." She was really free.

"Then wait half an hour," he said, opening the door and looking back. "I'll go in and finish my business. Let's eat together."

Qiao Qianchu nodded, indicating that she should stay in the car.

Mu Nanyan turned around and walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau. She stared at his back for a long moment. In his memory, there was also such a slender figure that had existed before. He was also a man that couldn't be reached by his tentacles. He was perfect to the point that he didn't fit in with his surroundings.

She shook her head, trying to shake off the unpleasant memories. She reached out and tapped on the song inside the car, and a familiar cello concerto began to move slowly, its sound sad and steady.

"The cello …" Frowning, she immediately turned off the music and opened the window for air.

The cocoon on her right fingertip rubbed her palm. She had almost forgotten those days when she had worked hard at practicing the zither, but something always reminded her of it.

Soon, Mu Nanyan stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau and entered the car.

"So fast?" She was surprised.

"There are still some follow-up items that I need my friend to handle," Mu Nanyan said as she closed the door, "How about some ramen noodles?"

"Alright."

Qiao Qianchu thought he would take her to a high-end restaurant for a formal lunch. She didn't expect the noodle house to be in a remote alley with a wooden signboard placed randomly in front of the door.

Seems like an old name.

There were only a few empty seats in the restaurant, almost filled to the brim. Chattering and joking noises could be heard from time to time.

Mu Nanyan stopped at a small table near the door, "This is my usual seat, this noodle shop has been here since I was born... "It's a bit crude, but it's not bad, do you mind?"

"I like ramen noodles." Qiao Qianchu smiled and felt a sense of relief.

She was glad that Mu Nanyan hadn't taken her to some fancy restaurant with music and wine. It must have been another serious blind date.

An old lady came out of the shop and smiled when she saw Mu Nanyan.

"Coming?" Grandma came over.

"Yes." "Two bowls of ramen noodles." Mu Nanyan sat down, and Qiao Qianchu followed suit.

She noticed that Mu Nanyan had wiped the stool with a tissue before sitting down and had chosen disposable chopsticks instead of bamboo chopsticks stuck in a bamboo jar.

He should have a slight obsession with cleanliness.

The noodles were coming in, steaming hot. The scallions and ingredients floating on the soup looked extremely good. The noodles were smooth and extremely thin. It was a rare hand-pulled noodles.

"Delicious." Qiao Qianchu praised him as she glanced at the signboard.

Mu Nanyan sorted out the meat on the bowl and casually said, "It used to be even more delicious. Ever since my mother-in-law's husband passed away, the taste of the noodles had always been a little worse." He raised his head, looked at Qiao Qianchu, who was listening attentively, and suddenly laughed.

The scene of the couple's tacit understanding instantly appeared in Qiao Qianchu's mind. She lowered her head to look at each other, not knowing what to say.

"What's the difference?" she asked, poking at the soup with her chopsticks.

Meat, onions, and side dishes were not bad either.

"I don't know," he said, turning his head to look at the window, which was so wet it was covered with moss, "If you eat noodles made from a noodle house every day for ten years, then the mood of the noodle can easily be found in the noodle shop. One day, for example, I suddenly had a pinch of unmelted salt in my noodles, and then I heard the news of my husband's death. "

Qiao Qianchu lowered her head to look at the still steaming hot noodles. She felt a slight touch on the spot at the bottom of her heart and was slightly touched.

This was the most comfortable blind date she had ever had. She was so relaxed that she had almost forgotten that she was having a wedding conversation with a strange man. Instead, she was at a noodle restaurant, chatting with her other half, a bowl of delicious ramen noodles in front of her, and listening to the love stories of others.

"There is also a flat food store near our house," Qiao Qianchu said. "The couple opened it, and the wife is disabled, sitting in a wheelchair. When I was in high school, I used to take the short cut and see my husband handing things to his wife every day. Sometimes scissors, sometimes cups, and some small objects. But every time the husband hands something, he points the sharp points at himself, such as the tip of the scissors, the edge of the knife, and the cup at his wife. "It's been like this all these years …" Qiao Qianchu suddenly stopped.

Mu Nanyan gazed into her eyes, which were obscured by the mist of the noodle bowl, and did not speak.

She shrugged and continued, "Perhaps, this is the love I long for."

She must have been crazy to mention the word love at a blind date, Qiao Qianchu thought. However, for some reason, she had the desire to pour out her heart's content to Mu Nanyan.

"Love..." Mu Nanyan repeated the two words. She looked at Qiao Qianchu again before lowering her head and eating the noodles thoughtfully.

Qiao Qianchu also lowered her head. This blind date had probably failed again. Qiao Qianchu's head felt tight at the thought of having to deal with the next stranger.

Halfway through his meal, Mu Nanyan answered three calls in a row. They were all about work, so he politely declined each of them.

"Miss Qiao lives with her mother?" Mu Nanyan seemed to have thought of something.

"Yes, I'm a single parent. Dad is a police officer and died a long time ago due to an accident." She put down her chopsticks.

"Sorry." Mu Nanyan nodded.

"Mr. Mu doesn't live with his family?" She answered casually.

"No, I live in an apartment outside."

Mu Nanyan finished eating and put the chopsticks neatly on the bowl. The direction was the same as the spoon. Qiao Qianchu looked at the movement of his hand in surprise and immediately covered her gaze.

Not only did this man have a slight obsession with cleanliness, he also seemed to have a little obsessive-compulsive disorder?

These actions would seem superfluous to anyone, but when he was playing with the chopsticks in such a serious manner, it did not give off the feeling of being unapproachable. Instead, it made him feel … Lovely.

Qiao Qianchu smiled.

"Have you finished eating?" Mu Nanyan asked.

"Yes."

"Then shall I send you back?"

"Alright." She did not refuse, nor did she pretend to refuse. From Qiao Qianchu's point of view, this should be the last time Mu Nanyan would meet her. The other party had a reputation, an enviable job, and a relatively high income. There was no reason for them to look at her. The main point was that this place was rather remote. He probably wouldn't be able to get a taxi within half an hour, so he didn't mind being reserved.

She took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat and buckled up her seat belt.

Mu Nanyan caught her movement out of the corner of her eye, turned on the heater, and drove in the direction she had indicated.

"Does Miss Qiao like to read books?"

"I prefer comics to books." She was honest.

"Listen to the song?" Mu Nanyan asked.

Qiao Qianchu's body stiffened slightly. Thinking of the cello concerto that was released at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, she subconsciously wanted to reject it.

"No …" What is it? Except the cello. " She swallowed the words at the tip of her tongue.

"Looks like you've already heard about it," Mu Nanyan teased, laughing.

Qiao Qianchu watched as the red light turned into green and the street scenery became more and more familiar. She pointed ahead and said, "We've arrived at the intersection up ahead." She reached out and unbuckled her seat belt.

Mu Nanyan suddenly asked, "Is it that store?"

Lili turned to look at him, confused. She followed Mu Nanyan's gaze to a small shop outside the car. The sign said "Gluttony" could be faintly seen. She was shocked. It turned out that Mu Nanyan was listening attentively to everything she had said just now.

"... "Yes."

Mu Nanyan gave her a thoughtful look before continuing to drive. The car turned a corner and arrived at the entrance of her residential complex.

"I'll go in myself." She got out of the car and revealed her first sincere smile. She waved at Mu Nanyan and said, "Thank you, Mr. Mu. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"So you're not going to pay for your happiness?" A deep, pleasant voice. Mu Nanyan took out her cell phone and waved it.

Qiao Qianchu was taken aback. She stopped waving her hand, not understanding what he meant.

Behind her, a car honked and the security guard yelled at her. She looked at Mu Nanyan.

Mu Nanyan laughed, her fingertips sliding across the screen. "Leave a number."

She looked at him in surprise. Mr. Mu, let's be polite. There's no need to be so thorough.