"Mrs. Xie, what's the matter?"
Signaling the driver to drive, she said faintly, no emotion could be heard in her voice. Shu Dijie
"Ruan Qingqing, let's talk."
At the microphone end, Tang Yan's aggressive voice came, and the result of sleepless thinking was to get this woman away from her son as quickly as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
"What to talk about? Just speak on the phone."
Looking at the fast-rewinding scene outside the car window, Ruan Qingqing said lazily, and his heart became even heavier after paying homage to his uncle.
"We talked face-to-face, and some words were inappropriate on the phone, so you can choose a place."
Tang Yan's tone seemed to have eased a lot, "Anywhere." At the end, she added this sentence.
"No, you come home tonight. I said I would invite you to dinner with your son's love card. It would be nice to say something together at that time. I have something to do, so I won't go chatting with Mrs. Xie. Goodbye. "
After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone on her own, took out the battery of the phone and threw it aside.
The wide sunglasses cover most of her face, no one can see her expression at this time, but even if she doesn’t speak, the depressive breath still permeates the small carriage, as if a big stone is pressed on her chest. People feel out of breath.
After returning to the so-called home, she shut herself into the study, turned on the computer, but did nothing. She just sat in a daze, sitting until the sunset, when Xie Zhenting pushed aside the study. Gate.
"What's the matter? I heard Zhang's mother say that you didn't eat at noon."
Touching her forehead, Xie Zhenting said softly, there was an obvious worry in those deep and secluded eyes. After feeling that she did not have a fever, she exhaled in relief.
"Are you uncomfortable?"
Sitting down across from her, his eyes looked at her unblinkingly, seeing that the little face was as thin as a palm.
"No, I'm fine."
Looking up at him, Ruan Qingqing responded in a low voice.
"What's going on? My face is stinky, and people who don't know think I owe you money and haven't paid it back."
Zhenting Tse said with a joking expression, trying to break the dull atmosphere, but when the words came out, he was surprised that such a joke was too cold, and there was no sense of joy at all, let alone laugh so low like her. People.
"Why do you have to keep me by my side? You know this is something that many people don't want to see."
Exhaling silently, Ruan Qingqing murmured, frowning her eyebrows, her hands kept squeezing her temples, and a tangled expression appeared on her face.
"So what? Are you showing it to others? As long as you want, I will, no one's objection will be valid."
Taking her hand away, Xie Zhenting gently massaged her instead, with a thoughtful look on his face.
"But I don't want to be with you. It only reminds me of the unpleasantness that I used to have, and that... the child who died before he came to this world."
When talking about the word "child", Ruan Qingqing's expression became more serious.
It was a pain in her heart forever, not that it would take a long time to recover.
There was a slight pause in the movement in his hand, and then, Zhenting Tse massaged it in a light or heavy manner, "The past has passed, and the future is more important. How can you know if we are suitable if you don't try?"
After that, he pulled her up from the chair, "Get up, don’t you want to eat the dishes I made? Let’s go, I’ll cook them for you. Although it’s not as good as a full banquet, it’s definitely something you’ve never tasted before. delicious."
Involuntarily, he dragged her directly and walked out.
In the kitchen, Madam Zhang had prepared all the ingredients needed. Looking at the ingredients that filled the entire counter, Ruan Qingqing's face showed a dumbfounded expression.
Isn't it? It's just a meal. Is it such an exaggeration
"Let's wait and see"
After receiving the apron that Zhang Ma handed over, the corner of his lips raised a smug smile. Xie Zhenting walked to the stove and rolled up his white shirt on his elbow. He who put on the apron lost the evil charm, but more Out of the tenderness of a family man.
Leaning on the door frame, Ruan Qingqing looked at him quietly, there was a strangeness in her eyes that she had never noticed.
This man obviously hurt her so badly, but she knew clearly that she didn’t hate him so much in her heart, especially last night, when he took off all his defenses and lay in her arms like a child. When I was inside, the softest part of my heart hurts.
Some people say that if you love someone, then you can make a soup for him. She doesn't know what kind of existence she is in this man's heart, but she knows that he is the first one willing to surround herself. The apron is for the man who cooks himself a delicious meal in the soot-filled kitchen.
"What are you thinking about? You're silly, if you are so idle, bring me the vinegar over there."
Looking back inadvertently, Xie Zhenting saw her gaze fixed on his body, but there was a visibly blank look in those eyes.
"Huh? Oh."
While responding, Ruan Qingqing handed the vinegar bottle next to him into his hand.
"Have you been greedy? Let me show you how good this chef is today? I'm guaranteed to make you full of praise."
When he took the vinegar bottle, Xie Zhenting said, his fingers tapped the back of her hand unintentionally.
Shaking all over, throwing him a big roll of eyes, Ruan Qingqing turned around and walked out, sitting on the sofa in the living room, but obviously absent-minded, the doorbell suddenly rang at 5:50.
"Madam, let me go."
Seeing her getting up, Zhang Ma hurried over.
"No, I'll go."
After speaking, Ruan Qingqing walked to the door because he didn't need to guess who he was.