C7 Household Books

This district was not far from her home, only ten minutes' drive away. And for more than a dozen minutes, Qiao Qianchu had been thinking about every word Mu Nanyan had said, trying to gauge the credibility of his words.

She didn't react until the car drove into the entrance of her residential complex.

"We're here." Qiao Qianchu folded her clothes, returned them to Mu Nanyan, and pushed the cart down.

Turning around, Mu Nanyan followed him out of the car.

"Go in. Be careful of the road." Mu Nanyan said.

Qiao Qianchu nodded and dragged her steps towards home.

"Wait a minute," Mu Nanyan called out from behind him. "The olives are gone, and the flesh can be eaten. It's good for the wine."

She nodded. After about ten steps, she hesitantly stopped. When she turned around, Mu Nanyan was still leaning against the car, waiting for her to get in.

Seeing her turn around, Mu Nanyan waved her phone, causing a text message to appear on Qiao Qianchu's phone.

"I'll pick you up in the morning and bring your account book with me."

Qiao Qianchu thought she was done. Her fingers moved across the screen, typing and deleting words one by one. Finally, she sent it out: "Alright."

In the end, he still had a sloppy personality. He used the alcohol to say what he wanted to say, and when he woke up, he tried his best to refuse.

Mu Nanyan didn't come back. She was stunned for a long time. When she turned around, the car was already gone.

She dialed Tang Yixin's contact number, hesitated, then closed it again.

That night, Qiao Qianchu did not dream and slept soundly. It wasn't until late in the morning that he woke up in the sunlight that passed through the curtains.

She lay on the bed, her eyes on the ceiling, her mind going over the events of the previous night like a movie, her brow furrowed slightly.

Qiao Meilin's footsteps came from the door, getting closer and closer, then the sound of knocking and the noise from the door poured into her ears.

"It's already 9: 30. Didn't you say yesterday that you were going to hand over your drawing to the editor?" Qiao Meilin knocked on the door.

The painting … Qiao Qianchu wasn't sure if what happened yesterday was a dream or reality. Her head ached from the hangover, but she was more awake than ever.

"Did you hear that? Are you up? " Qiao Meilin shouted again.

"Yes, I'm up." Qiao Qianchu answered. She took out her cell phone from beside the bed and found that there was no more electricity and turned it off automatically. When I came back last night, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep.

She plugged in the charger and, as soon as she turned it on, eight missed calls.

One heart, one heart, one heart … Mu Nanyan.

The last call was from Mu Nanyan, half an hour ago.

Her eyelids jumped as if she had thought of something. She immediately opened the text message and the message from Mu Nanyan last night popped up. I'll pick you up in the morning. "

"Alright."

It's true...

Qiao Qianchu got up from the bed and stared at the name on the screen for a long time.

Her cell phone vibrated. Mu Nanyan's name changed from a series of phone calls to words flashing. Startled, she subconsciously picked up the call.

"... "Hello." Qiao Qianchu got into bed and lowered her voice.

To be honest, she hadn't even thought of how to explain this to Qiao Meilin, and she was instinctively afraid that Qiao Meilin would ask her about it.

Mu Nanyan didn't expect her to pick up the phone so quickly. "Just woke up?" she asked after a slight pause.

"Hmm …" She cleared her throat.

"I'm downstairs. If you're ready, come down." The smile in her voice could be heard even through the phone.

Qiao Qianchu suspected more than once that Mu Nanyan was purposely teasing her. Every time she said something that surprised her, it was the same every time she did something … Let her not be able to respond in time. She got up, pulled open the bed curtains and the window, and leaned over to look down.

A black car was parked next to the locust tree below her house. Mu Nanyan's figure could be seen in the car.

"I'll be right down!"

Qiao Qianchu hung up the phone, rummaged around for something she didn't usually wear, and thought as she put on her pants. How did Mu Nanyan know where she lived? Did she say that yesterday?

Shaking her head, she walked out of the room.

"You're up? Go out now? " Qiao Meilin had already changed her clothes. "Let's go together, I want to go grocery shopping."

Startled, Qiao Qianchu immediately said, "Mom, wait."

If he went out now, he would surely meet Mu Nanyan face to face … How do you explain it when you run into it? No, I can't let them hit me.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Meilin stopped walking.

"Help me get my account book," Qiao Qianchu said as she scratched her head. "I want to use it today."

Qiao Meilin came back and rummaged through the closet. She looked at Qiao Qianchu warily, carefully observing her expression. "What are you doing with your account book?"

"The contract requires a copy of the owner's account." She made it up.

Qiao Meilin relaxed and handed her the account book.

She turned and ran, saying, "It's too late for me. Let's go." She ran down the stairs and headed for Mu Nanyan's car.

This car was the same one he had seen last night. When the sky was dark, he didn't feel that there was anything special about it. Under the sunlight, it was rather eye-catching. Too conspicuous... The thought of Mu Nanyan parking her car here for half an hour gave her a headache.

Mu Nanyan sat in the car and watched as the slightly panting girl ran over. She hurriedly got into the car and gave him the reluctant smile she had when they first met.

"Why are you panting like this?" Mu Nanyan frowned.

Qiao Qianchu waved her hand and glanced at the staircase from the corner of her eyes, afraid that Qiao Meilin would appear there. "It's okay. Let's go, shall we?"

Mu Nanyan's eyes swept over her hands, saw the household register, and then silently started the car.

"Sorry, I drank too much yesterday. I didn't hear my phone vibrate." Qiao Qianchu let out a sigh of relief after seeing the car drive out of the district. She put down the handbag that was covering her face.

This district was filled with neighbors who had lived together for more than ten years. They really didn't know how to explain themselves if they were seen.

"It doesn't matter," Mu Nanyan replied. When she caught a glimpse of her movements from the corner of her eyes, she suddenly said with a smile that was not a smile, "Am I that shameful?"

Qiao Qianchu was stunned once again.