"in fact, I think my cooking is very good." CEN Muqi affirms himself that Ji Naitang can only smile and does not know how to refute it.

The food made by Cen Muqi is only suitable for seeing and not suitable for eating, but he is not qualified to comment because his own cooking is even worse, and he can't even see what he has made.

It turns out that neither of them has much talent in cooking.

After a break after lunch, CEN Muqi continued to go to the meeting. Ji Naitang leaned on the sofa in the president's office. After that, it is estimated that the whole company knows that he and Cen Muqi are seriously in love.

I had been dreaming last night and didn't sleep well. Now the trouble has been solved. The whole person is in a relaxed and happy state, so I don't feel confused and want to sleep.

Thinking about Cen Muqi, he didn't know when to be busy. He leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap. This time, he had a dream about the time when he had communication with Cen Muqi in the hospital 12 years ago.

He had been in the hospital for more than two months at that time. He spent about a month peeping at Cen Muqi in front of the ward window, but only once had a positive talk with Cen Muqi.

It was cold at the end of November. When there was sun, everyone liked to go to the garden to bask in the sun, but Ji Naitang never went down.

"Tang Tang, it's a nice day today. Mom, will you go downstairs with you?"

In the hospital ward, Qiu Yue goes to the window sill and looks at Ji Naitang in the garden downstairs. At this time, Ji Naitang is ten years old. But because he has just experienced Ji Moyu's death, Qiu Nanshu's madness and car accident, the whole person has become silent and lifeless.

Ji Weihong died in a car accident, which is a good thing for Qiu Yue, but watching his original lively and lovely son become like this, his heart is not good.

Every time there was a sun, she would ask Ji Naitang this question, but every time she got the answer was "no". She had thought that maybe the same answer would be given this time, but Ji Naitang actually agreed.

He said, "good."

Qiu Yue saw that he was finally willing to walk out of the ward. He was a little happy for a while, so he quickly took a coat to put on for him, and then took him downstairs.

In the garden of the hospital, some patients and some family members were talking. Ji Naitang was injured. Qiu Yue was not at ease, so he was asked to sit in a wheelchair.

"Shall we go to the pool?" Qiu Yue asked Ji Naitang's opinion. Ji Naitang raised his finger and pointed to the direction of the flower shelf and said, "go there."

Qiu Yue naturally won't object. She pushes her wheelchair to the flower shelf. This is just under the window of Ji Naitang's ward. There are several people around.

But Ji Naitang's eyes fell on Cen Muqi on the left. The 16-year-old boy has always had a smile on his face. In the past month, he has been imprinted on Ji Naitang's heart.

At this time is not like, just simply feel that their own gloomy life, if someone can be so gentle to their own good, coax themselves to laugh, that would be good.

There used to be Ji Moyu, but not since.

Qiu Yue answered a phone call from the doctor. She asked her to go to the doctor's office. She hung up the phone and asked Ji Naitang, "Tang Tang, mother wants to go to the doctor. Can you bask in the sun here?"

Ji Naitang nodded. Qiu Yue said that she would come back soon and then left. Ji Naitang did not care when she would come back. His eyes did not change from beginning to end.

I do not know how long after watching, he opened his mouth and gently called out: "brother..."

Not far away, CEN Muqi turned his face to him and asked with a smile, "are you calling me?"