Meng Fu, who had always shown off his legs to netizens, suddenly exploded and became completely blank.
Her other hand that wasn't holding the phone was squeezed between Su Cheng's fingertips. Meng Fu's palm was delicate and soft because he hadn't done much in the past two years, but Su Cheng's palm was calloused, and there was a slight trace between the fingers. of gun cocoon.
His left hand was still tightly clasped around her waist, and his right hand inserted between her fingers, pressing her fingers against the back of the chair. His whole aura was filled with a domineering flavor.
The cramped space in the car seemed hot and ambiguous because the air conditioner was on.
Meng Fu moved his hands, but he pressed her even tighter. Su Cheng tilted his head slightly, with the tip of his nose touching her face, and kissed her lips tenderly. His usually cold eyes seemed to be filled with emotion at this moment. If there is a fire, it will feel burning in the dark car and cannot be ignored.
Both of them had little experience, but Su Cheng bit her lip instinctively and slightly, and could feel his hand pressing on the back of the chair tremble slightly.
The overwhelming hot breath swept over.
In the dim parking lot and the dim driver's seat, Meng Fu's cell phone was placed in the tiny gap between the two of them, lighting up one after another.
It was a WeChat message sent to her by Yang Lai.
Ask her if her agent has arrived. .
Su Cheng stopped for a moment, kissed the corner of her mouth again, and slowly moved his lips up. Looking at the other person's eyes, which were always casual and frivolous, they were covered with a layer of mist. His eyes were slightly dim, but he held it back. , only kissed her eyes restrainedly.
The tip of his nose was still close to her face, and his voice became slightly hoarse: "It's uncle."
This was the voice that Meng Fu could never resist.
He pressed against Meng Fu's face and slowly calmed down, but his fingers still squeezed hard into her fingers, motionless.
The other hand that was clasping her waist smoothly touched her hand holding the mobile phone, and led her to pick up the mobile phone. His lips were close to her ear, and he smiled lightly, low and slow: "He seems to be It was very urgent and I sent a lot of messages.”
Meng Fu's hand was held by him, and he lowered his head. The phone automatically unlocked to the WeChat page. Yang Lai sent a dozen WeChat messages in succession. She just came back to her senses, "Ah, he asked me where I was."
She clicked on the emoticons and found a suitable emoticon to reply to.
Yang Lai thought about it and asked someone for a "received" emoticon to send back to Meng Fu.
She raised her head and met Su Cheng's still burning eyes, "No, you..."
"Since you're not selling yourself," Su Cheng's eyebrows were lowered. He looked directly into her eyes, his voice was low and hoarse, and with a chuckle, he whispered in her ear: "Then I'll sell it to you. Do you want it?" ?”
Meng Fu was still held by him, and his somewhat unclear mind actually thought about it seriously, "Maybe... I can't afford it."
Su Cheng found her lips again in the dim car, and said in a hoarse and vague voice: "If you can afford it, stick to it."
Meng Fu was almost ingrained in his gentle and graceful appearance, but now he was a little shaken.
**
at the same time.
Yang family.
Yang Lai, who finally received Meng Fu's reply, breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Yang Hua who was talking to Mrs. Yang and couldn't help but pause.
After being unable to contact Meng Fu for so long, Yang Hua wasn't worried
Last time in the hospital, Meng Fu was in a coma. Yang Lai remembered how miserable Yang Hua was when Mrs. Yang described her. Why has it changed now
Yang Lai withdrew his gaze and looked at Butler Yang: "Dean Li and the others have left?"
When he came back, the cars and people at the door had disappeared.
Butler Yang seemed to have come back to his senses. He looked at Yang Lai and paused. Jiang Xinchen's matter almost reached his throat, but he stopped. "Well, Dean Li didn't stay for dinner. I'll finish talking to the young master." gone."
Yang Lai nodded, he was not surprised by this.
According to the protection given to him by those people, it is impossible for Dean Li to eat outside at will.
After Butler Yang finished talking to Yang Lai, he returned to his room. It was already late at this time. Yang Lai and others just thought that Butler Yang had gone back to rest and did not say anything.
Butler Yang's room.
He was sitting at his desk, holding a book, but he never read it. He looked at the car window and didn't know what he was thinking.
About eleven o'clock.
There was a knock at Butler Yang's door.
It was the driver of the Yang family. He was holding a black and white cardboard box. Butler Yang quickly opened the door and let people in.
The driver opened the box and found a beautiful fighter plane model inside. He handed it to Butler Yang and wiped the sweat from his head. "This is a global limited edition. I also got it from a collector."
Butler Yang took a look and found that this model looked more realistic than Jiang Xinchen's one yesterday.
He also has some discernment. This model alone is expensive to build. The six-digit price is probably enough to compensate Jiang Xinchen.
"Okay." Butler Yang put away the model and asked the driver to leave.
After he left, Butler Yang couldn't sleep. Jiang Xinchen didn't come down for dinner at night. He knew that he was somewhat influenced by Pei Xi.
After a long while, Butler Yang got up from the bed again and walked outside to look at the lights upstairs.
The lights in Jiang Xinchen's room were on. Butler Yang was silent for a moment, then took his model and went upstairs to find Jiang Xinchen.
As expected, he was not asleep. He opened the door very calmly, his eyebrows a little light: "Steward Yang."
"This is a new model I found," Butler Yang handed him the box in his hand and moved his lips, "It's a limited edition. The boss said you boys all like it. Do you like it?"
Jiang Xinchen only looked at Butler Yang without saying anything. His eyes were as dark as deep pools.
Butler Yang was silent for a moment, then opened the gift box and showed Jiang Xinchen the airplane model inside, "Take a look."
"I don't want it." Jiang Xinchen shook his head.
Butler Yang was silent for a moment. He looked at Jiang Xinchen and his eyes deepened: "You also know the identity of Miss Pei. You may not have heard of the Duan family or the Ren family, but you have to know that one word from her can make you drop out of No. 1 Middle School. . You also know that we husbands must listen to Mrs. Duan. Miss Pei is now a popular person in front of the old lady. You don’t want your sister to struggle in the entertainment industry, right? "
Jiang Xinchen raised his head suddenly.
Butler Yang looked at him quietly.
"Steward Yang, what are you two doing?" Yang Zhaolin's room door opened, and he was diagonally opposite Jiang Xinchen, looking at the two of them suspiciously.
Butler Yang's expression changed.
Jiang Xinchen took the model from Butler Yang's hand and looked at Yang Zhaolin. He shook his hands hanging on both sides with a normal expression, "Butler Yang saw that I rested late at night, so he sent me milk."
Butler Yang's tense back immediately relaxed. He tilted his head and looked at Yang Zhaolin, "Yes, young master, you should also go to bed early. Good night."
He didn't dare to look at Yang Zhaolin, so he turned around and walked downstairs.
Jiang Xinchen's door was ajar, and his hand holding the box was blocked by the door. He looked at Yang Zhaolin and said good night to him.
Then the door closed.
Diagonally opposite, Yang Zhaolin frowned slightly.
He stood there for a while, then frowned and knocked on Jiang Xinchen's door.
Inside the house, Jiang Xinchen looked at the gift box on the table, took a deep breath, and when he heard a knock on the door, he relaxed and calmed down for a long time, then walked over and opened the door.
It's Yang Zhaolin.
Yang Zhaolin glanced at him, said nothing, walked around him and walked inside.
Jiang Xinchen was stunned for a moment, then followed and said quickly: "Brother..."
"What is this?" Yang Zhaolin saw the carton, reached out and opened it and saw that it was an airplane model.
Jiang Xinchen took a pen to write his homework, then shrugged, "It's okay, Butler Yang saw that I like airplane models, so he gave this to me."
"Given to you?" Butler Yang and the servants at home liked Jiang Xinchen, and Yang Zhaolin knew this.
Yang Zhaolin was not surprised when he heard that Butler Yang gave Jiang Xinchen a model airplane. He looked at the glass of milk placed on Jiang Xinchen's table and found nothing wrong with it.
He frowned slightly, glanced at Jiang Xinchen, and then rubbed his head, "I understand, stop doing your homework and go to bed early. Sleeping late will affect your IQ."
"Okay." Jiang Xinchen lowered his eyelashes.
Fortunately, it wasn't Meng Fu who came today, otherwise his poor acting skills wouldn't be able to deceive her.
Yang Zhaolin went out, closed the door for Jiang Xinchen, then looked in the direction of Jiang Xinchen's door and then downstairs, frowning slightly.
Jiang Xinchen had something he didn't want him to know about.
He frowned and returned to the room thoughtfully.
His room was lined with bookshelves and a small blackboard with a bunch of formulas written on it. He didn't even look at it. He just looked at the phone on the table and made a call.
"Aren't you looking for me so late?" The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be disturbed.
Yang Zhaolin ignored him, "Collect some out-of-print airplane models for me."
"Young Master, what do you want this for?"
"Just send it to me, as soon as possible." Yang Zhaolin arranged the books on the table.
"Okay," there was no question on the other end, and the voice was loud and clear, "Which address should I send it to, your home or Yang's home?"
Yang Zhaolin has a place to live outside, but recently due to academic issues, he has been living in the Yang family. He thought for a while, "Let's go to the Yang family."
**
Pei family.
Yang Baoyi looked at Pei Xi, "As for the Duan family, you should also keep your distance and be reserved. A family like Shen Min's is different from ours."
Pei Xi nodded, "I know."
"Your grandma likes you very much," Yang Baoyi smiled, "Can you take Shen Min with her on her birthday in a while?"
"Yeah." Pei Xi nodded.
Yang Baoyi paused again, "His brother..."
The cold figure from behind suddenly appeared in Pei Xi's mind, "He... I didn't even see the front."
Inviting him may be difficult.
Yang Baoyi also knew that it was an unexpected surprise to see Duan Shenmin today.
"Now the institute also pays attention to you. Everyone knows that you know Dean Li," Yang Baoyi looked at Pei Xi, "I have people in the Yang family praising your patent."
Pei Xi paused and changed the subject, "Cousin, there is hope for him to go to the Federation."
"Well," after saying this, Yang Baoyi also remembered another thing, and the corners of her lips curled up: "Your uncle likes Jiang Xinchen very much."
Pei Xi sneered, "Uncle is in the middle of the game and can't see Meng Fu clearly."
Yang Baoyi no longer looks down on Meng Fu, Meng Xun and Yang Zhaolin, but she still has to rely on Yang Lai's financial resources, "Meng Fu is just a girl, and I can't threaten you. You are too impatient."
Pei Xi didn't speak. She naturally didn't think Meng Fu could threaten her. She just...
I can't stand Meng Fu's eagerness to show off.
"It's just an airplane model," Pei Xi didn't care much and smiled sarcastically, "Can he still make a difference?"
She has a higher outlook now. With Duan Shenmin and the Ren family here, and with the support of the research institute behind her, she even looks down on Yang Lai.
"You can't say that. Your uncle personally arranged for Jiang Xinchen's studies. If this matter is not handled well, it will be a barrier." Yang Baoyi frowned, "I will have someone buy him a new airplane model."
Pei Xi didn't care too much. She felt that Yang Baoyi's approach was unnecessary, but she didn't say anything.
**
Su Cheng's residence.
After he came back, he was still very busy, holding a video conference with Su Xian in the lobby downstairs.
Meng Fu could hear his perfunctory voice from a distance.
She washed the dishes and took a shower, then went downstairs and poured herself a glass of milk in the kitchen. Su Cheng came back and put the milk on it to boil and set the temperature.
The temperature is just right at this point.
Meng Fu looked at the milk and drank it carelessly, but his eyes wandered on the refrigerator.
Su Cheng was originally impatient to deal with the group of people from the Su family, but when he saw Meng Fu coming down, he became less patient. Looking at the faces of the elders on the computer, he said calmly, "That's it."
He still has a cold and unsmiling face.
Before Su Xian made a sound, she turned off the video.
"You stay in the room upstairs for the night." Su Cheng put the computer on the table and walked to the kitchen. When he saw the small pot she had placed casually, he reached out to pick it up and washed the small pot neatly. Put it in Su Di's cabinet.
His tone was still his Su Cheng style, but the look he looked at her contained a hint of tenderness.
Meng Fu knew that he had some mysophobia.
She looked away, walked outside, saw his computer, and asked casually, "Isn't that your room?"
Su Cheng's place is large, but there are not many rooms. Apart from the master bedroom, there is only one secondary bedroom.
"Well," Su Cheng put the lid down, "I live in the other room. I don't come here often. They have lived in the second room in Su's room."
Although Su Cheng had people change the sheets after staying once.
Meng Fu snorted and kept drinking milk when he saw Su Cheng's computer.
His computer was not on the market. Meng Fu glanced at it and knew it was a concept machine for the laboratory. She moved her eyes to the computer desktop.
His computer desktop is very clean and neat.
Su Cheng sat next to her, one hand on the sofa behind her, thinking about what she said at night.
He took his mobile phone and found an avatar—
I have planned a house in the city center and I will give you the information about the owner of the household tomorrow.
Dou Tian: OK, three days
Meng Fu saw a familiar software icon and tilted his head: "Have you ever entered the game?"
She couldn't imagine him playing games.
Su Cheng looked at Dou Tian's reply, paused, and then let out a calm "hmm".
Meng Fu thought for a moment, "Then why don't you add me?" She sat on the sofa and raised her chin, "Open the PK list. The first one is down."
Su Cheng said nothing, only raised his head and looked at her with a pair of deep eyes.
Meng Fu couldn't help but sit up straight when he saw it.
Su Cheng looked at her for a while and then said suddenly, lazily: "You should lock the door at night."
Meng Fu raised his head: "...?"
"Forget it, it's useless." Su Cheng said calmly.
**
The next day.
Jiang Xinchen returned the airplane model to Butler Yang and continued to ask Jiang Yu about the house.
Butler Yang didn't dare to make any big moves. After Yang Baoyi also gave him an airplane model, he returned the airplane model to Yang Baoyi and told her about Jiang Xinchen's condition, "Miss Baoyi, Master Xiao Jiang doesn't use airplane models, he... He won’t say anything, don’t worry, even though he is a child, he knows what’s appropriate.”
On the other side of the phone, Yang Baoyi frowned.
She looked at the returned airplane model, her eyebrows darkening.
She is also a businessman and is suspicious by nature.
It would be okay if Jiang Xinchen accepted the airplane model, but Yang Baoyi would definitely not think too much about it.
At this time, she couldn't bear it anymore.
"Director Yang?" The secretary next to him looked at Yang Baoyi.
Yang Baoyi came back to her senses. She glanced at the secretary and said calmly: "Ask your former brothers to help me warn someone. He is going to school to transfer files today. I will give you the information later."
The secretary has obviously helped her deal with many such matters.
He glanced at Yang Baoyi and nodded, "I understand."
He left quietly.
After the secretary left, Yang Baoyi stood in front of the window and watched the black car leave below, then turned back and reopened the file.
She has always been stable in her work. It would not be good for them if Yang Lai knew about Pei Xi yesterday.
He could only take action against Jiang Xinchen.
Yang Baoyi lowered her eyes and flipped through the documents in her hand.
I hope that Jiang Xinchen can understand.
**
Yang family.
Meng Fu came here in the morning and told Jiang Xinchen about the house.
Mrs. Yang went out to find her group of ladies, and this time she took Yang Hua with her. The servant said that Mrs. Yang was going to take Yang Hua to a spa.
Jiang Xinchen went to school.
Yang Zhaolin went to the research institute early in the morning.
He should have joined Duan Shenmin's team.
"Miss Ah Fu, drink milk." The servant brought a glass of milk to Meng Fu.
While the two were talking, servants came in carrying a bunch of things.
Meng Fu took a look and saw "Do not touch valuables" written on it.
"The eldest young master bought this for young master Xiao Jiang," the person who gave the gift had already explained clearly to the servant. He looked at Meng Fu and explained with a smile, "Yesterday, young master Xiao Jiang played with the flying machine you made for a whole day."
He glanced at the trademark on it and said "Yeah", "It's actually a collector's edition? Where did you get these?"
Meng Fu looked at these things that looked very expensive at first glance, walked around in a circle, and then said "Tsk", "Can Jiang Xinchen be so expensive now?"
She doesn't play with models, but she also knows that each of these collectibles is very expensive.
Yang Zhaolin is indeed a rich man, and once he buys it, it becomes a collection room.
Meng Fu glanced at it, then walked upstairs with the milk and waved to the servant, "I'm going to Xinchen's room to check out, you don't have to worry about me."
Jiang Xinchen's room had very few things.
Meng Fu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw that his box and books were packed away. He sat down at his desk and opened the exercises he had not finished. He had written the exercises he had sent to her last night, with only one step missing.
Meng Fu took a pen and filled in this step.
In his pocket, the phone rang. It was Su Cheng, "Are you going to have dinner at Yang's house at noon?"
Meng Fu put his hand to his ear, opened the drawer casually, and said lazily: "Is that right? Take him to see the house after eating."
She also wanted to see Yang Zhaolin's generosity.
Su Cheng was probably talking to someone over there, so he responded in a low voice, "I'll make a call then."
Meng Fu lowered his head and closed the drawer he had opened casually.
When he was about to close it, his hand stopped.
My eyes caught sight of her aircraft yesterday—
One wing was broken.
She looked at the wing without making a sound.
Su Cheng didn't hear her answer and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Meng Fu reached out and took out the aircraft. The smile on her face disappeared little by little. There were footsteps outside the door. She tried to use a calm tone and said, "I'll call you later."
Just as Jiang Xinchen understands her, she also understands Jiang Xinchen. If Jiang Xinchen broke this by himself, he should have come to her last night.
But he didn't.
Not only that, he also hid it.
Meng Fu looked outside the door.
Outside the door, Jiang Xinchen came in. He came in hiding from the servant. Naturally, the servant had no chance to tell him that Meng Fu was waiting for him in the room.
He opened the door, came in, leaned against the door and closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
But he found that the room was a little cold, and there seemed to be a line of sight staring at him.
He was stunned, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Meng Fu and the drawer beside her.
Jiang Xinchen's expression changed, and he quickly hid his left hand behind his back, then raised his head, "Sister..."
Meng Fu threw his phone on the table, ignored the airplane model, walked to him and stopped in front of him: "Take your hand out."
Jiang Xinchen pursed his lips, but he didn't take out his hand, "Sister..."
Meng Fu looked at Jiang Xinchen, and she said almost calmly: "Don't make me say it a second time, Jiang Xinchen."