Fu Yanci lowered his eyes and rubbed his fingers with a sullen face. At this moment, he wanted to smoke especially.
Jiang Miao was stunned when she heard the word "Jiang Che" from his mouth, and her curled eyelashes trembled for a second.
The moment Jiang Miao learned that she was going to perform in Luo City, she did think of that person, but unlike before, the urge to meet him was fleeting.
"No, the dance club has a performance over there..." Jiang Miao said as he turned to look at the man beside him.
"How long will it take?"
"About a week."
After a long moment of silence, Fu Yanci turned around and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His back looked a little lonely, and he spoke in a calm tone:
"Okay, I'll see you off tomorrow."
"No need to bother, I will go directly to the dance club tomorrow morning, and then go to the airport with them."
Immediately afterwards, the air became completely quiet.
Jiang Miao glanced at Fu Yanci, who seemed to be thinking about something, and stood up slowly: "I, I will go pack things, you, you should rest early."
After finishing speaking, Jiang Miao took long strides and left the room.
When Jiang Miao returned to the room, Fu Yanci's words just now echoed in his ears, and his serious expression repeatedly appeared in his mind.
Jiang Miao's thoughts were in a mess that night.
Neon lights flashed, and the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window had serious eyes, his brows had not relaxed for a long time, and he was holding cigarettes one after another.
Fu Yanci was not addicted to smoking, but as soon as he got involved with Jiang Miao, he would be unable to restrain his desire to smoke.
Time passed by minute by minute, but Jiang Miao, who was lying on the bed, was not sleepy at all.
Early the next morning, Jiang Miao, who was pushing his suitcase downstairs, met the eyes of the man sitting at the dining table.
"Madam, you're up, come and have breakfast." Mother Chen came out of the kitchen with porridge and looked at Jiang Miao with a smile on her face.
Jiang Miao twitched the corners of his mouth, and after a moment of hesitation, he still sat at the dining table.
"I'll send it to you after eating."
The man opposite looked up at her and spoke calmly, then picked up a custard bun and put it on her plate, looking gentle and calm.
Jiang Miao, who was picking up a spoon to drink porridge, glanced at him and nodded hesitantly.
During the rest of the meal, the two of them had their own thoughts and did not talk at all.
…
An hour later, Jiang Miao arrived at Jiangcheng Airport, and Fu Yanci thoughtfully helped her push her suitcase.
"Miaomiao! Here!"
Hearing the sound, Jiang Miao looked not far away and waved with a smile, then pursed her lips and turned to look at the man beside her.
"Then I'm leaving..." She took the suitcase in his hand and spoke softly.
Fu Yanci looked at her with tenderness in his eyes: "Remember to call me when you get there."
The two people, who had not communicated much for a long time, finally spoke.
Jiang Miao looked at him and nodded slightly, then gently closed the hand holding the suitcase.
"Fu Yanci, last night you..."
Before Jiang Miao could finish her words, she was hugged into a warm embrace. His big hands gently patted her back with a comforting meaning, and his low and easy-going voice sounded in her ears:
"Miaomiao, we have a long way to go." He said as he slowly let go of her.
Jiang Miao, who was blinking her bright eyes, looked at him steadily for half a second. Her complicated mood was summed up in one word: "Okay."
Fu Yanci curled his lips when he heard this, and raised his hand to touch her head with a doting look on his face.
A moment later, Fu Yanci was called away by a phone call.
Jiang Miao, who had already joined his colleagues, stared blankly at Fu Yanci's retreating back, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.
"Hey, you are so reluctant to part with it?" A girl who looked about the same age as Jiang Miao handed a bottle of water to Jiang Miao and said with a smile.
Jiang Miao, who came back to his senses, looked at her and smiled lightly without saying anything.
"Your boyfriend is so handsome! What does he do for a living?" the girl asked Jiang Miao curiously.
Jiang Miaoxiao took a sip of water and then his mind was working rapidly before answering her: "He... just does a small business..."
Just when the girl was about to speak again, a ticket check announcement rang.
Jiang Miao pushed the suitcase and stood up: "Let's go, it's time to check in."
When we arrived in Los Angeles, it was already 11:30 in the morning in China.
As soon as Jiang Miao arrived at the hotel, her cell phone rang in her bag.
Jiang Miao, who was busy packing her things, casually pressed the answer button: "I've arrived at the hotel and am packing my things."
"Huh? You've arrived in Los Angeles? Aren't you on an afternoon flight?"
Shi Ran's confused voice came from the phone. Jiang Miao was slightly startled and stopped packing clothes to pick up the phone.
"Shi Ran?"
