Chapter 721 The Great Writer Who Was Trapped By His Friends 28

Sunlight.

flowers.

beauty.

Chu Mu originally wanted to call her, but for some reason, he opened his mouth and didn't speak.

He stood quietly at the door of the study, watching this peaceful and beautiful scene, as if some invisible little thing slowly penetrated into his heart.

It was Ah Zhao who discovered him first.

She straightened her body and looked back at him: "Finished?"

Chu Mu nodded.

Ah Zhao walked up to him and said, "Shall we go out for dinner today?"

Chu Mu knew what she was thinking when he heard the words.

He smiled and said, "What food push did you see again?"

This boss of Apocalypse Literature from the future is well-fed.

The life of a full-time author is simple, even boring.

Chu Mu also likes absolute silence when writing, and doesn't like to be disturbed by others.

It should be very boring for Ah Zhao to be here alone.

It's just that even Chu Mu didn't expect that she could enjoy herself alone just like this.

Prepare food and drink for her every day, and if there are updates, she will be satisfied.

But recently Azhao has developed a new hobby.

She has followed several gourmet public accounts in J City, which regularly push various classic or innovative dishes that are famous locally in J City.

When Chu Mu has time, she will take him to follow the guidance of the official account to run from place to place to taste delicious food.

Some are really nice, some they just don't get used to.

Generally speaking, Chu Mu quite liked this kind of day.

He used to think that he was a very "independent" person, and he could endure loneliness, and even enjoyed a person's life.

But now, there is someone who lives in the same house as him, and in their spare time, the two of them walk through the streets and alleys of the city to taste all the flavors of life.

It is also a very interesting thing.

Ah Zhao's eyes lit up: "What season is it now?"

Chu Mu: "Autumn."

Ah Zhao nodded: "Yes, autumn! It's a good time to eat crabs. It is said that the Crab Fragrance Restaurant on Linjiang Street has a new batch of high-quality hairy crabs. They are so fat and delicious that you can swallow your tongue , we are at noon today..."

Chu Mu took up the conversation very politely: "Let's go eat crabs."

Ah Zhao laughed immediately when he heard this.

The two were not far away, and Chu Mu felt his heart soften when he saw her eyes curved into two beautiful crescents, and her neat white teeth lining her bright lips.

"Eat something, so happy?"

A Zhao glanced at him and nodded earnestly: "Of course I'm happy to eat what I like with the person I like."

the person I like?

Chu Mu's breath was stagnant.

He showed a rare nervousness and embarrassment, looked at A Zhao: "You..."

Ah Zhao secretly smiled in his heart.

As if she just came to her senses, she quickly said: "Ah, don't get me wrong. What I said just now has no other meaning, that is, you are my favorite author, and that's what I mean when I say I like someone."

Chu Mu: "...Oh."

He was suddenly a little frustrated: Is he explaining in such a hurry, is he afraid that he might misunderstand something?

He glanced at Ah Zhao again. The little girl had clear eyebrows and a sweet smile, without any embarrassment or embarrassment. She looked very heartless.

Sure enough, that sentence just now was just an unintentional remark.

He suddenly lost interest, and found an excuse to leave: "I'm going to write an outline for a new book, and we'll go out for dinner at eleven o'clock."

"OK."

Chu Mu didn't see the heartless little girl smiling like a kitten behind her.