Old times always make people feel soft.
There were ripples in Jiang Beiyuan's gentle eyes. The slender hand slowly slid down Yan Nian's slender wrist. He held her hand naturally and squeezed it between her fingers, interlocking their ten fingers. .
Yan Nian was stunned.
Then his attention shifted from the chessboard to Jiang Beiyuan.
This man has long eyebrows and low eyebrows, but his black eyes are like a sea of stars, twinkling with light.
"You, what are you doing?"
He held her hand so tightly, as if he was afraid that she would run away if he wasn't careful.
Jiang Beiyuan stared at her face for a moment, and said in a slow voice, "Who said a few days ago that you want to devote yourself to her?"
Yan Nian: "..."
She thought he had forgotten this!
Who knew that it would be brought up suddenly again.
"I, my..."
Yan Nian watched helplessly as this handsome face was getting closer and closer.
There is a chessboard in the middle.
His hand held hers, but his body leaned forward this way.
The orange light above the head shone down, and the warmth fell on the ground.
The air became thinner in an instant, and each other's breaths intertwined. Yan Nian could still vaguely hear the beating of heartbeats, one after another like the sound of a drum.
She couldn't tell whose heartbeat it was.
"I just want to pamper you. Is this considered love?"
The cheerful ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly broke the ambiguous and tense atmosphere.
Yan Nian shuddered, turned away, and answered the phone while coughing.
Just a little bit away, Jiang Beiyuan was about to kiss her.
On the other end of the phone, her mother Ma Xueyan's loud voice came, "Is the one I introduced to you last time good?"
"Which one?" She licked the corner of her mouth.
"Xiao He!"
Oh ~ He Huaiguang.
Yan Nian thought to himself that she and He Huaiguang would definitely not be able to do it.
The rabbit hasn't eaten the grass on the edge of the nest yet.
But she would definitely not say that to Ma Xueyan.
She knew what her mother's virtues were now, and she wished she would get married quickly so that she could follow the other party's betrothal gift.
"that-"
While Yan Nian was speaking, he paused and turned to look at Jiangbeiyuan.
The man sitting opposite was arranging the chessboard as if nothing had happened, with a calm expression on his face, as if nothing had happened just now.
She remembered what he told her that time, that she wanted to go home to see her mother and get to know her. Once she got married, she couldn't hide her marriage for the rest of her life.
At that time she refused without hesitation.
He was angry, that's why she went to him, brain-twitched, and said she wanted to devote herself.
Every cause must have an effect.
No one can escape.
Yan Nian sighed heavily, came back to his senses, and said coldly to Ma Xueyan, "It's impossible for me and He Huaiguang. Now I'm dating someone better than He Huaiguang. He treats me very well, so you don't have to worry about it. Okay. ."
"What? Are you dating another one? How is your family situation? What do you do? How much do you earn per month now?"
In Ma Xueyan's eyes, it seems that there is only money.
Yan Nian had impatience on his face, and his voice turned completely cold, "I am living with him, not you living with him. I just want to be happy. Can you just leave me alone?"
"Damn girl, your father is dead. I don't care about you, but who cares about you? Take it home this weekend and have a look. If it's not good, I'll find someone else for you!"
"I'm not going back, my flower shop is very busy!"
"If you didn't mention this, I would have forgotten that my daughter sends living expenses home every month. Have you ever sent me a penny?"
"I haven't paid back the 200,000 yuan I owe. How can I send it to you? Besides, isn't my dad's pension enough for you to spend?"
(End of chapter)