"You are considered low-key in the entertainment industry, but I didn't expect Huai Qing to be even more low-key. Apart from holding concerts and releasing new songs, you usually don't hear any news about him."

Yan Huaiqing raised his eyes and said, "I usually create at home."

After chatting casually for a while, when it was time to get ready, Yan Huaiqing stood up first and said, "Let's go, Sister Qingman."

"Well, let's go on stage first." Luo Qingman handed the coat to Qiao Xian.

"Sister Manman, come on."

When she sat on the flying swing, Yan Huaiqing helped her up and said, "Be careful."

"Okay." Luo Qingman glanced at his hand.

The staff adjusted her headset and saw that she was ready before Yan Huaiqing stood on the lift platform.

The three-minute performance ended quickly. After leaving the stage and sitting backstage for a while, the two put on their coats, said goodbye to everyone else and left.

"Auntie's baked sweet-scented osmanthus milk is delicious."

"I'll bring it to you next time we meet."

Luo Qingman shook her head. "No, it's too much trouble for Auntie."

"I'll do it for you, it's not a bother." He went back and learned from his mother.

Seeing his determined look, Luo Qingman nodded after two seconds, "Okay, then I look forward to your cooking skills."

"You said you gave yourself three months of rest. Did you stay at home and rest or something else?"

"I'm going to travel to the south with my family, and then I'm going home to celebrate the New Year. What about you? Will you continue to create?"

"If nothing else happens, that's about it."

"Nothing else happened? You sound like you were hoping something would happen."

"It is indeed a hope, but we have to find the right time." Yan Huaiqing looked at her with his sidelong glance, and his slightly cold eyebrows softened a little. "It also depends on whether the protagonist of the event I hope will happen is willing to give me a chance."

Luo Qingman looked away and put her hands in her pockets. "The car is here. We'll talk next time."

"Yeah." Yan Huaiqing responded softly.

Eyes avoided, excuse.

After watching her get into the car again, Yan Huaiqing withdrew his gaze and waited for Jiang Rang to drive over.

He knew that Qiao Xian had taken photos when they were having dinner together before, and from her angle, it was difficult not to include him in the photo.

She posted the business photos of that day online, with the small garden in the background, so you should have seen all the photos of that night.

He didn't hide it much, and she didn't show any alienation towards him. Was it tacit consent or was it that she couldn't tell?

Yan Huaiqing prefers the former; she is not a careless person.

When he got home, his family was waiting for him for dinner. Yan Huaiqing took off his coat and scarf and sat next to Yan Weiqing.

Yan Weiqing casually served him some food.

"Thank you, bro."

Xie Wan looked over and asked with a smile, "How does the sweet-scented osmanthus baked milk taste like?"

"She said it was delicious and asked me to thank you."

Yan Qingmeng: "Who? Manman?"

There were five people at the table, four of them knew everything tacitly, and one, Yan Qingmeng, was kept in the dark.

Xie Wan nodded, "I made him a drink in the afternoon. He said he wanted to bring one for his partner as well."

After dinner, just as twelve o'clock arrived, Yan Huaiqing sent a message to Luo Qingman, "Happy New Year, and all the best."

〖The cookies are delicious.〗

Luo Qingman replied after a while, "Happy New Year, happy little cat.jpg"

"Didn't you say that tonight? Are you saying it a second time because you want me to be twice as happy?"

〖As long as it tastes good〗

Yan Huaiqing tapped his fingers quickly on the keyboard. "After telling you in person, I still want to tell you the first thing you do in the new year. It would be great if you could feel twice as happy."

The other party kept showing input, and the message came three minutes later.

〖See you at Cinema No. 4〗

Yan Huaiqing lowered his eyes and uttered the final words, "OK"