Only I Understand His Tenderness

Part 47

<Only I understand his tenderness

Chapter 47
Those days and nights in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River are like a meandering river, gentle but without an outlet.

They will always be the tenderest years in the hearts of two people.

Lu Zhuo Feng looked at her sideways, raised the corners of his mouth for a moment, and said, "It's good not to be sensible."

Ming Zhu felt soft in her heart and smiled, "Okay, please go upstairs and sit down."

The two walked into the elevator, and Lu Zhuo Feng pressed the 12th floor button.

He stared at the changing numbers in front of him idly, "When will you move out and live by yourself?"

“I moved out right after college.”

"Are you used to living alone?"

"fine."

"Can you cook?"

"……A little bit."

As expected, Lu Zhuo Feng smiled.

Ding dong——

The elevator door opened.

Ming Zhu took out the key from her bag, opened the door, looked back at him, and then at the military boots under his feet, "I don't have men's slippers here."

Lu Zhuo Feng walked straight in and stood at the entrance and took a look around.

The house was decorated in a modern Chinese style.

Suzhou embroidery paintings were hung in the entrance, living room and photo wall, some were large and some were small.

If you look carefully, they were all elegant.

He took off his shoes directly, stepped on the wooden floor with his black socks, and stepped into her territory, "No men's slippers are a good thing for me."

Ming Zhu changed into slippers and followed him, a little nervously, "I'll get you a glass of water."

She took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and filled the glass.

Lu Zhuo Feng was standing in front of the sofa, looking at the painting in the living room.

He turned around and asked with a smile: "You embroidered all of them?"

Ming Zhu handed him the water glass, "Well, they are all relatively simple, and some are very small. When I can't write anything or I am irritable, I will embroider some, which can calm me down."

"Hung in every room?"

"I don't have one in my room..."

She stared at the ground as she said this.

Lu Zhui Feng looked down at her.

He was no longer ready to ask her if she was lying.

He raised his head and drank a glass of ice water. He put the cup on the coffee table, put his hand into his trouser pocket, and calmly asked her one hundred and twenty questions.

Wandering around the ten-square-meter bachelor apartment, his eyes passed over every piece of Suzhou embroidery.

Ming Zhu followed him cautiously, hesitating for a second, or should she just do it?

The next second, she shook her head and got rid of this idea.

This was too useless.

Let him find it.