Chapter 65

The poor little peas have the momentum, sometimes they can't help themselves.

Like now.

Cheng Huan heard him say that, thinking Jiang Mingyuan taught him, he couldn't help but feel nervous, but when she looked over, she found that the other side was also surprised, so she calmed down again.

She opened her mouth slightly to Jiang Mingyuan, stretched out her hand and dumped her son on the bed, covered with a quilt: "Why do you get up, what to do if you have a cold?"

The stars struggled angrily: "Mom, I'm telling you business!"

Cheng Huan pressed his hand on the quilt to prevent his son from getting up: "What you are doing now is going to sleep, otherwise you won't grow taller in the future, and I will talk about it tomorrow."

The little poor with limited degrees of freedom was suppressed by a sentence.

He reluctantly snorted, pouting, and looked at his father who had not done anything with infinite grievance, quite a bit angry.

In the end, no matter how unhappy the stars are, the stars are still asleep after closing their eyes. Listening to his long breath, Cheng Huan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, slackening his tight back.

She walked out the door lightly, and Jiang Mingyuan also came out.

The door closed, and the man whispered, "I'll go back first."

Because of these things at night, when the two get along alone, the atmosphere is always a little strange, but people can't wave their hands directly when they leave. Cheng Huan considered it for a second or two, but decided to send him off.

Said to be giving away, in fact, it was just watching him enter the elevator. The elevator stopped on the first floor, probably someone was using it, and there was no sign of coming up after pressing it.

The two were silent, and after a while, the number of floors displayed by the elevator finally changed.

Cheng Huan thought about it for a long time, and finally made up her mind. She licked her lips, stared at the beating number, and whispered, "That ... you do n’t need to keep your heart on what the stars say at night. sensible."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Mingyuan turned his head, staring at her profile, his eyes darkened. He asked, "Are you talking about letting us live together?"

Obviously it is the same thing, but the individual differences cause the audience to feel differently.

When Xingxing said this, Cheng Huan was embarrassed and faintly nervous. When Jiang Mingyuan talked about this topic, she was more nervous, and added some unspoken confession.

She tried her best to control not thinking about the meaning after this remark, then nodded and made a short "um".

The elevator reached the floor, and the door opened in front of him, but Jiang Mingyuan didn't intend to go in. He tightened his jaw, took a deep breath and slowly spit it out, then said, "In fact, this is my wish."

Cheng Huan: "..."

Her eyes changed from stunned to suspicion. Some suspected that she had hallucinations. Cheng Huan slowly turned her head. In the face of the man who was not strong but determined enough, she looked away embarrassedly: "Don't make a joke . "

"No kidding." Jiang Mingyuan retracted his eyes, clenched his fists in a place where no one noticed, and said at a slower pace than usual: "Although this may be a bit abrupt, I really want you to be part of my family. Elements. "

"Of course, if you think there is a problem, you can also refuse, I will respect your opinion."

In just two sentences, Cheng Huan experienced a big ups and downs in her mood. The degree of stimulation was comparable to a roller coaster. Her tongue slipped over her upper jaw. The feeling of feedback from nerve endings made her regain her language skills. Cheng Huan paused. Answered the second question: "What if I refuse?"

Is it because they are dead?

"That should be where I am not very satisfied with you." Jiang Mingyuan said rightly: "You can raise it, I will try to correct it."

Cheng Huan: "..."

She didn't know how to speak. She said that it was impossible for Jiang Mingyuan to make no attempt, but to develop an unusual relationship with people was also a big challenge for a single dog for many years.

She was afraid of a lifestyle that was very different from the previous plan, and was irresistibly attracted to another person. The balance of the two opinions in her heart could not overwhelm anyone, so her face seemed a little tangled.

Her silence was rejected silently by Jiang Mingyuan. He seemed a little disappointed, and his face could not be controlled to show, but only for a moment, he returned to normal and said he knew.

"It's my fault, and I shouldn't be so anxious." He spoke to Cheng Huan, calmly.

Cheng Huan heard that he was slightly wrong, and felt a little guilty. She opened her mouth, and before she explained what she said, she heard Jiang Mingyuan say again, "I should come first to pursue you, right?"

"Ah?" Cheng Huan froze, his mouth slightly open, looking a little silly.

"I see." Jiang Mingyuan thoughtfully, nodded, and didn't know what was said. He slightly tilted his head after speaking, his mouth was raised, his hand stretched to half a pause, and he walked firmly again. Halfway, he pressed on top of Cheng Huanfa and said to her, "I'm going back. See you tomorrow."

With that said, the elevator door opened again in front of the eyes, and the man strode in and turned to look at her until the figure disappeared behind the elevator.

Cheng Huan sent a person, but did not expect to be thrown a bomb, she could not calm down this time, as if being fixed, even if the other person was gone, she was still still.

It was cold, and the wind in the corridor was not too small. It kept blowing to the body. When Cheng Huan recovered his ability to think, he found that he had already felt frozen for a long time.

She took a nap, stomped her feet on the ground for two steps, held the key with her stiff fingers and opened the door. The home is very quiet, and there is almost no sound. This kind of silence is suitable for thinking, so it's hard to wake up a bit, and it is blocked by all kinds of ideas that spread and grow.

Huanhuan was extraordinarily late on this day. It was almost midnight when she went to bed. She turned off the light, shoved herself into the bed, closed her eyes, and there was a mess in her head. I wonder what.

She didn't know when she fell asleep. When she was confused, she felt a noise in the room. She was too sleepy, and her eyelids could not be opened. She just fell asleep and wondered whether it was dawn, and she fell asleep again. .

When Cheng Huan really woke up, the sky was already bright, and the sunlight was shining into the room along the gaps in the curtains, which made people feel warm.

Sitting up on the bed, Cheng Huan looked around. Without seeing the stars, she knew that time was running out. She rubbed her face and picked up the cell phone on the side to open it.

The upper left of the shield is eleven o'clock.

"Why is it so late?" Cheng Huan was a little surprised, thinking that this star should be hungry long ago, so he could no longer care about those thoughts, and change clothes as quickly as possible.

The door opened, and Cheng Huan heard the sound of the TV outside. She dragged her slippers, finished washing in the bathroom, brushed her hair casually, walked to the living room, found the stars on the sofa, and discussed the menu at noon with him.

"Mom is up late and hasn't bought any food yet, shall we have pineapple rice at noon?"

"Okay." Xing Xing always supported the things that Mom made. He nodded a little head and said, "Mom, this is an uncle for you."

"What is it?" He was sitting behind the coffee table, which was slightly taller, just blocking the sofa tightly. From the perspective of Cheng Huan, he couldn't see anything.

She walked in doubt, thinking it was a parcel for fast delivery, but when she walked in, she found a bunch of orange-red roses.

"Who gave it?" Cheng Huan picked up the bunch of flowers and found nothing similar to cards in it.

"An uncle."

"What does that uncle look like?"

The star stared back and thought back, but because the time of contact was broken, he really couldn't remember the person's appearance. After thinking about it for a long time, he shook his head: "I don't know."

Cheng Huan: "..."

She was actually a little speculative. The original host relationship was complicated, but Cheng Huan was basically clean after passing through. Few people knew her new address. Among these people, except for married and young children, there was only one Jiang Mingyuan left.

But how could he send flowers?

Cheng Huan feels that this is not what Jiang Mingyuan would do at all, so according to the old-fashioned personality of a suit of ten thousand years, how can he not play this method?

She kept looking for reasons to deny it, but she couldn't stop the idea. She clenched her lips, put the flowers on the coffee table, glanced at the stars, and returned to the bedroom with a rush.

She took out her cell phone, opened the nearest contact, dialed it, and the call was connected. Cheng Huan cleared her throat and asked dryly, "Have you ... someone sent flowers?"

"Yes, did you receive it?" Jiang Mingyuan admits, turning his right finger with a signature pen, his face is bland, but his voice is a little soft: "I don't know which one you like, so I decided on my own, if you Don't like it, I'll let them change again. "

This method of flower delivery was told by his assistant.

Returning from Cheng Huan's house yesterday, Jiang Mingyuan began to find those ways to chase people overnight. However, the online strategy was not reliable, so he went to consult Qi Shan again.

As the chief assistant, Qi Shan has fully adapted to the boss's recent abnormality. Even when he heard the boss ask how to chase the girl, he was silent for a moment and gave a reference opinion.

He said a lot, nothing more than enthusiasm and carefulness and occasional surprises. Jiang Mingyuan wrote down what he said little by little, and prepared to try them one by one.

The first thing to do is send flowers.

Qi Shan said that sending flowers is also very particular, so Jiang Mingyuan also asked the store staff about the specific meaning before choosing, and finally chose an orange-red rose-which not only expresses his heart, but also does not look too menacing.

...

Cheng Huan didn't know how to express her feelings, as if she knew the person again. She whispered, lowered her eyes, and twisted her empty fingers together, her voice with concealed joy: "This is Fine, no need to change. "

"Okay, I'll send it like this after that."

"Ahem." Cheng Huan was stung by his words, and blushed and waved to the air: "No need to be so troublesome, it's a waste."

"If you like it, don't waste it."

Cheng Huan: "..."

Cheng Huan was very disappointed and the heartbeat accelerated by someone's words. Biting her lower lip did not stop the corner of her mouth from rising. Her ears were hot and she pressed her throat. She hurriedly made an excuse and ended her relationship with that person. call.

The phone hung up, Cheng Huan put his mobile phone in front of his chest, grinned out two little tiger teeth, and some wanted to sing.

She patted her face, eyes looking at the ceiling, and squeezed the slightly hot cell phone to think: Is it actually good to be chased?

Cheng Huan briskly walked back to the living room, found a long-necked glass vase, poured some water, inserted the flowers one by one, and sniffed close.

Xing Xing looked at her movements and wanted to come and smell it. His head was buried in the bouquet. He sucked too hard and was polluted by pollen.

"Ah, cut!" The child looked up, sneezed with narrowed eyes, squeezed two tears out of the gap between his eyes, rubbed his nose, wiped the tears off the back of his hand, and exaggerated a good smell.

Then asked, "Mom, did you find someone who sent the flower?"

"found it."

"who's that?"

"Your father."

Stars puzzled: "Why dad send flowers?"

How can children have so many problems? !!

Cheng Huan took a deep breath, holding the meat on his son's face with both hands, wishing to shut him up, but facing his curious look, she still couldn't skip the topic.

"Because father likes mother, he sends flowers."

It was strange to say that another person liked her, and it felt strangely shameless, but the only listener in the room didn't understand her mother's tangle at all.

With his eyes wide open, he couldn't believe it, stood on the sofa and stomped his feet, complaining: "Why didn't my father send me flowers ?!"