Chapter 254 (1/2)

In front of a small shop at 27 Xiyuan Road in S City, nuoyue has been standing outside the glass door, watching Gongmou play the piano.

One song after another.

Each capital is full of endless tenderness and missing, which completely grabs nuoyue's heart.

The most beautiful person is Gong Mou. The most beautiful scenery is Gongmou playing the piano for her. The best sound is just the voice of the heart flowing from Gong Mou's fingertips.

Nuoyue asked himself again and again, why she couldn't forgive Gong Mou at first? So you won't listen to Gong Mou? How long have you been out there again? Looking for, cold, helpless, but in fact, the most can let her feel warm and at ease, in the initial harbor.

After playing five piano pieces in one breath, Gong Mou's ten fingers finally stopped beating. He took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

Just like a soul in his heart, he slowly turned his head and saw nuoyue standing outside the glass door.

He just slightly Leng for a moment, and then slowly smile, so, glass door is winter, glass door is spring.

Nuoyue saw his lips move, his eyes were hot, and there was a line of tears in the corner of his eyes. She knew that he was saying ”welcome home”. It turned out that when he came back home tired and cold at night, someone said ”welcome home” to himself.

She finally knows, really knows

When the glass door opened, Gong Mou stood in front of her and pulled her into his arms and into the warmth of spring.

Nuoyue quietly let him embrace, hoping that such a moment can last a little longer, a little longer

I don't know how long It should not be long before, Gong Mou let her go, holding her still a little cold and beautiful face, and said in a soft voice: ”haven't you eaten yet? I've prepared the food and we'll have it together

Nuoyue finally stopped his tears and said, ”I don't want to eat, I have something to tell you...”

There are a lot of things to say, but she has no such qualification, and she can only tell him one word in the end.

”Shhh -” Gong Mou raised his index finger to his lips and said, ”let's eat more.”

”But...”

”No, but.”

Gong Mou took over the trolley case behind her with one hand and closed the glass door with the other. Then he put the trolley case in place, put the vase with yellow rose on the piano on the small dining table, and then sat nuoyue on the table and poured her a cup of warm water: ”wait for me, I'll bring the food down immediately.”

Every evening, he would cook the food first, then play the piano, waiting for nuoyue to come back when he didn't know.

Nuoyue hands holding a warm cup, looking at the back of Gong Mou, reluctant to move his eyes even for a second.

She finally knew why she felt more and more lonely and afraid of loneliness when she was wandering outside for five months. It was because She was getting further and further away from him, so far away that she didn't think she could go back to the origin with him again.

A few minutes later, the palace plan to carry a large tray down, the tray on the dining table, the cover will be opened.

”Although it's been done for some time, I've been keeping warm all the time, and the taste hasn't deteriorated. Come on, have a little hot soup first.” Gong Mou first brought out the casserole and scooped out a bowl of soup for her. ”Authentic ginseng chicken soup. The native chicken was sent by the old aunt in the vegetable market, so it was too earthy.”

The attractive fragrance and heat came to the tip of nuoyue's nose. Nuoyue picked up the spoon, scooped the soup and put it into his mouth. Then his eyes were bright and his face was startled: ”good to drink! This is Did you do it? ”

He is a young master, a noble son, a big entrepreneur and a billionaire. How can he make such a delicious soup?

”Well, I made it. If I like, I'll cook it for you every day.” Gong Mou took all the food out of the tray. ”There are still in the kitchen. You can eat slowly.”

Nuoyue watched Gong Mou disappear at the foot of the stairs, then picked up chopsticks, slowly picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. Then, her tears dropped into the chicken soup in the white porcelain bowl.

It's delicious.

It's very much to her taste. In the past five months, she did not know how many delicacies she had enjoyed. However, none of them could compare with those in front of her.

It turns out that people say that the most delicious food in the world is the food cooked by their families. It's true.

It's a pity that she didn't feel and understand it earlier.

More than ten minutes later, Gong Mou came down with rice and freshly fried vegetables and put them on the small table: ”the dishes are all here. Let's eat them slowly.”

They ate slowly.