Ms. Lin knew what he meant as soon as she heard it.
She put the freshly picked vegetables into Jiang Xingzhou's arms and said, "You cook tonight."
"Okay! Mom, you've been tired all day, and as your son, I will naturally share your burden~"
The affected words and tone made Ms. Lin roll her eyes at him.
"Go cook."
"Yes, sir!"
And so, Jiang Xingzhou cooked dinner.
After dinner, when his father stood up to get something, he took over his father's seat and squeezed next to Ms. Lin, and diligently massaged Ms. Lin's shoulders.
Ms. Lin commanded him with enjoyment: "Yes, go a little higher, and use force on the other side as well."
"You, is the sun rising from the west today?" Jiang Guangyou came back and looked at his wife and son, feeling surprised.
The last time Jiang Xingzhou was so well behaved was last time.
Ms. Lin raised her eyelids and glanced at him, then said calmly, "If you have anything to ask of me, ask me."
Jiang Guangyou was immediately happy: "If you have something to ask of me, why don't you come to me as your father? Let me also enjoy the treatment of my son massaging my shoulders and back."
Jiang Xingzhou was speechless: "Dad, I'm twenty-three, not three years old. Don't try to coax me like you would a child."
"If you want it, just tell me and I'll go and give it to you later."
After hitting her a few more times, Ms. Lin said, "Go get my computer."
Jiang Xingzhou immediately stood up to find the computer.
Jiang Guangyou looked at his wife and asked, "Are you still working so late?"
"No," Ms. Lin glanced at Jiang Xingzhou who was walking over, "adding fuel to the fire for your son."
Jiang Guangyou didn't understand, so he came over, patted Jiang Xingzhou away, and sat next to Ms. Lin.
Jiang Xingzhou was speechless. He walked around and stood on the other side of Ms. Lin to watch her operate.
Ms. Lin opened her document and noticed two pairs of eyes on her left and right. She suddenly felt a little guilty.
"You two go to the other side and don't disturb me while I'm operating."
What a joke! How could she possibly show her husband and son the domineering CEO novels she wrote when she was young
Neither the father nor the son wanted to leave, so Ms. Lin kicked them both to the other side.
Jiang Xingzhou sat opposite him and asked nervously and worriedly, "Mom, can you do this?"
"As your mother, there is nothing I can't get."
Ms. Lin then opened her file. There weren't many words in it, just over 10,000. She remembered that she had submitted it to the editor and was ready to save it for publication, but she had just started working and was extremely busy, so she forgot about it over time.
In the end, the idea of writing a novel came to nothing.
Looking back at the writings of that time with today’s eyes, Ms. Lin herself could have dug an entire Barbie castle with her toes.
But for the happiness of her son, she, the old mother, had no choice but to sacrifice herself.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Song Ci, Ms. Lin formally handed her documents to Song Ci, letting her know that she came here for a real purpose.
The moment she sent the document, Ms. Lin felt numb all over.
Ants are crawling.
Song Ci responded to her very appropriately, pointing out the problems in her article as he read it.
One of the biggest problems is that the plot from many years ago has become outdated and overwritten now.
After saying this, Song Ci praised her for her good writing skills and hoped that she would not have any bad impression of him.
At the same time, Jiang Xingzhou received the news.
Song Song: Jiang Jiang!!!
Song Song: Your mom really sent me the article! I don’t know what to say.
Song Song: Crying.jpg
Song Song: It’s so hard to chat, Jiang Jiang. It would be great if you were around.
Jiang Xingzhou's eyebrows moved, and he suddenly stood up: "Dad, where are your car keys? Lend them to me."
Jiang Guangyou was concentrating on looking at his lover and said casually, "It's in the cabinet, with your mother's car keys."
Jiang Xingzhou looked at the two keys placed together, thought about it and decided to take the key of Ms. Lin's electric scooter.
The distance is short, so it is more convenient to drive a small electric scooter.
After putting on his clothes and changing his shoes, Jiang Xingzhou went downstairs and pushed his electric scooter at lightning speed. In seven or eight minutes, he arrived downstairs of Song Ci's house.
During this period, Song Ci didn't send many messages, probably because he was dealing with Ms. Lin.
Jiang Xingzhou also extracted key words from the few messages he had.
Ms. Lin took action!
Song Song: Your mother seems to dislike you.
Song Song: How about we move to that house after the New Year
Song Song: Jiang Jiang
Jiang Xingzhou did not reply to her message directly, but sent a message to Ms. Lin first, asking her to withdraw first.
Then he made a video call to Song Ci.
After Song Ci answered the phone, she was surprised and asked, "Jiang Jiang?"
"It's me."
"Aren't you at home? Is there something going on outside?" Song Ci asked with concern.
Jiang Xingzhou smiled and looked behind Song Ci: "Where do you think I am?"
Without Jiang Xingzhou's obstruction, Song Ci could see the gate of the community behind him at a glance.
"You're at the gate of my neighborhood?!"
"Yeah, I've always been there for you."
Song Ci instantly thought of the message she had just sent to Jiang Xingzhou and was deeply moved.
She put on her shoes and whispered, "I'll put you in my pocket first and then go down to find you."
Jiang Xingzhou raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that he would be so sneaky when he came down to meet him.
However, since Song Ci wanted to do this, he didn't object.
He was obediently put into Song Ci's pocket, and when it was taken out again, he asked curiously.
"Song Song, which pocket did you put me in just now?"
Song Ci was not wearing a coat when he was put into the pocket, and he could not see any pockets on Song Ci's body.
Song Ci didn't expect that he would notice this, and her ears turned red when she heard this.
She whispered, "Skirt."
Jiang Xingzhou was slightly surprised. He didn't know that Song Ci's short skirt actually had pockets.
He will have to take a good look at the Song Dynasty porcelain when it arrives.
In a few minutes, Song Ci ran to the door and saw Jiang Xingzhou sitting on the electric scooter, feeling both amused and helpless.
"How long have you been waiting outside? Are you cold?"
She went up to him and held his hand with concern, but she found her hand was colder than his, and her expression suddenly became awkward.
Jiang Xingzhou smiled, wrapped her hand with his backhand and put it in his pocket, then got out of the car and held Song Ci in his arms as he wished.
He said he wouldn't come out at night, and here I see him again.
Sure enough, you have to fight for everything yourself.
Jiang Xingzhou realized the truth.
Song Ci suddenly remembered what she said on WeChat.
"Jiang Jiang, should we move there after the New Year?"
"Do your parents agree?"
"We want to work, they will definitely agree. Don't you want to?" She looked up from Jiang Xingzhou's arms and looked into Jiang Xingzhou's eyes.
Jiang Xingzhou immediately denied it: "Of course not, I can't wait to move in now."
Song Ci's face flushed, she leaned on his chest and muttered softly: "Actually, it's okay now."
Jiang Xingzhou felt as if he was hallucinating.
Smiling and rubbing Song Ci's head, he said: "I made an appointment this afternoon, and they can finish the cleaning tomorrow. If you want, we can move in tomorrow night."
Song Ci was a little tempted, but then she thought, this was only the second day after they returned.
If she moved out and lived with Jiang Xingzhou again tomorrow night, she felt that her parents would glare at her and kill her.
"Forget it, let's wait until after the New Year."
She chose a compromise: "How about this, we move the kitchen utensils in first, cook a meal when we have time, go back to our respective homes to sleep at night, and then officially live there after the Chinese New Year."
This way, we can be guaranteed to meet every day, Jiang Xingzhou thought happily.
"Okay, I have no problem with that."
Song Ci immediately hugged him happily.
After hugging for a while, Jiang Xingzhou remembered the pocket and reached out to touch Song Ci's skirt.
Song Ci smiled and dodged: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Xingzhou scratched his head: "Look at your pocket."
Song Ci glared at him, stepped back, found her pocket and showed it to him.
"So it's here!" Jiang Xingzhou was shocked.
He reached his hand in and found the pocket was quite large.
His hand in his pocket unknowingly touched Song Ci's thigh through the layer of fabric in his pocket.
Song Ci quickly covered his rebellious hand: "Don't touch me!"
"No, I just want to feel your pocket." Jiang Xingzhou explained shamelessly.
Song Ci naturally didn't believe his nonsense and took his hand out: "I want to go home, you should go home soon too."
"Are you really leaving like this?"
He acted pitifully: "Song Song, I didn't sleep well without you yesterday. Can't you stay a little longer?"
Song Ci blocked his outstretched hand, and did not change her expression even when he caught it and held it in his arms.
She said firmly, "You slept without me before."
"That's different," Jiang Xingzhou misinterpreted her meaning, "Before I didn't have a girlfriend, I had to sleep alone. Now that I have a girlfriend, who wants to sleep alone?"
Song Ci looked helpless, raised her hand and pinched his cheek and said with a smile: "I think you did it on purpose. You know very well that I'm talking about the fact that we didn't sleep together when we shared a house together before."
Jiang Xingzhou naturally did not admit it.
He pretended to be shocked and said, "So this is what you are talking about!"
"But we'll take a lunch break together at noon."
Song Ci was silent.
They do take lunch breaks together.
Jiang Xingzhou took this opportunity to pull her onto his electric scooter, but unfortunately Song Ci came to her senses halfway through.
Seeing his actions, I couldn't help laughing and crying: "What are you doing?"
"Take you home." Jiang Xingzhou did not hide his purpose at all.
Song Ci blushed. She never expected him to be so straightforward.
"Can't."
Although she really wanted to go with Jiang Xingzhou, she couldn't just go to Jiang Xingzhou's house and sleep like this, as it would be difficult to explain to both sides.
Seeing that Jiang Xingzhou was really aggrieved, Song Ci went up to him, hugged his cheeks and rubbed them, then took the initiative to kiss him.
He pecked and kissed her again and again before letting go.
"It's late, let's go back." She pushed Jiang Xingzhou's arm.
Jiang Xingzhou curled his lips. Although he didn't kidnap the person, Song Ci took the initiative to kiss him with her still swollen mouth, and Jiang Xingzhou felt relieved.
It was impossible to kidnap someone.
A kiss is a profit.
Jiang Xingzhou had calculated these things clearly.
He took the initiative to push Song Ci into the door.
"You should go back soon. I will go back after I see you go back."
Song Ci whispered, "I want to watch you go back."
Jiang Xingzhou paused, then shook his head.
"No, if I knew you were watching me, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on driving and would easily get into an accident."
Song Ci had no doubt at all about what he said.
So, for Jiang Xingzhou's health, Song Ci returned home first.
He turned around and went home only after he could no longer see Song Ci's figure.
After returning home, Ms. Lin naturally had a lot to say.
However, Ms. Lin's main purpose is to take credit.
"Thank you, my dear mother~" Jiang Xingzhou's wish came true and he spoke very sweetly.
It's just a little contrived.
"Then when will we move?" Ms. Lin asked.
Jiang Xingzhou: "Maybe after the New Year."
"But Song Song said we can move the kitchen utensils in first, cook and shoot videos during the week, and then go back to our own homes at night."
"That's fine," Ms. Lin accepted the result well.
Jiang Guangyou interrupted: "Have you ever considered buying professional equipment to shoot your video?"
Jiang Xingzhou's eyes lit up and he looked at his father in surprise.
“Will you support us?”
"No, I just said it casually."
Jiang Guangyou stood up and went back to his room without mercy.
Jiang Xingzhou shrugged, knowing that.
Ms. Lin said, "Your dad is right. We can't keep using your two phones to take pictures like that."
Jiang Xingzhou thought about it and said, "That's fine, but I always feel that buying professional equipment is a bit of a waste. It would be fine if I bought a new phone specifically for shooting videos."
"Okay," Ms. Lin stood up, "solve it yourself."
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
So you two are just giving suggestions but not providing solutions
"Mom, won't you help us a little?"
Ms. Lin waved her hand and said, "I won't charge you rent. You have to pay for water and electricity."
When Jiang Xingzhou heard this, he thought it was a great feeling.
"Mom, I love you!"
"Bang!"
The master bedroom door was closed.
Jiang Xingzhou: “…”
//**
The next afternoon, the two went out together to buy socks for Jiang Xingzhou.
Song Ci directly bought him two pairs of cotton socks.
Jiang Xingzhou looked at the socks in his hand. They were a style he had never worn before.
To be honest, he hasn't worn this kind of cotton socks since he can remember.
Seeing it again today still feels magical.
If my girlfriend buys something for me, of course I will wear it.
Jiang Xingzhou solemnly put away the two pairs of socks.
It's time to tell Song Ci that this is not the kind of socks he wants.
Meeting Song Ci's clear eyes, Jiang Xingzhou swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
He then said: "I'll buy you two pairs too."
Song Ci nodded happily: "Okay."
Reciprocity.
Jiang Xingzhou picked out two pairs of cute cotton socks for Song Ci.
When he wanted to speak again, Song Ci was smiling as she put away the cotton socks he had just bought for her, looking very innocent.
What a sweet smile.
This was Jiang Xingzhou’s immediate feeling.
The words came to my lips, but I held them back.
Take it step by step!
Jiang Xingzhou encouraged himself in his heart.
So he said, "Go buy some other socks."
"What?"
"It's the ones you usually wear, like stockings. I remember there are many kinds, half-length ones, ones with stockings, ones without stockings. There are so many that I can't tell them apart. I'll buy them all for you."
Song Ci stopped and looked at him suspiciously.
Those eyes always made Jiang Xingzhou feel like he was seen through.
"You know a lot."
"Besides, those are for summer, right?"