The next day.
After dawn, the department bustled with activity.
But it wasn't as busy as usual, at least it was halved.
"Doctor Lu, would you like some soy milk? I bought two cups."
"I would."
"Hehe, here you go."
With soy milk available, Lu Jing rarely went to the cafeteria for breakfast anymore.
He just made do, and that was one meal over.
At this moment, at the fire brigade.
Jiang Ye rarely dressed in casual clothes, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and matching suit trousers.
And this shirt was the one Lu Jing had bought a while ago.
He had changed a long time ago, but someone was constantly looking in the mirror.
That face, never stopped smiling.
Yes, it fits well.
It was very fitting and in the style he liked, minimalistic.
After all, having lived together for two years, how could he not know the other's preferences?
And as for the size, he knew it even more thoroughly.
Not only women understand men—men also understand women.
