Jian Hang looked at the door of the master bedroom, Qin Moling was wearing a watch, the shirt was on top and the button was unbuttoned, it was open casually.
Aunt Geng and the housekeeper had already gone downstairs.
Jian Hang held the lever, and the distance between her and Qin Moling was at most four or five meters.
Thinking that he said he was not familiar with her, and the wedding was postponed, he should plan to get married temporarily.
Even if she wasn't married, she wouldn't be able to sleep with him now. She would be so embarrassed when they saw each other. What's the matter with lying on the same bed.
At least wait until they get acquainted with each other for two weeks before they live together again.
Aunt Geng said that apart from the master bedroom and the study, there are two bedrooms upstairs. Next to her is one of the second bedrooms, Jian Hang asked: "Which second bedroom do I live in, this one?"
Qin Moling paused for a moment to buckle the watch, and stared at her for a few seconds.
He didn't expect her to ask that.
The master bedroom is connected to a walk-in closet of more than forty square meters, and he only uses one-fifth of it, leaving the rest of the closet there for her use.
Since she wanted to live separately, he didn't force it.
"Wherever you want."
After leaving these words, Qin Moling passed by her.
Jian Hang turned around to look at his back, just now his voice was cold, his face was expressionless, and his whole body exuded an unhappy atmosphere.
It should have nothing to do with her, she didn't offend him.
Based on the principle of proximity, Jian Hang pushed the box to the second bedroom closest to her, and placed the two boxes side by side next to the bed.
There is no time to organize things, and Saturday is also a working day for her.
Never ending meeting.
She hurried downstairs, Qin Moling was sitting in the dining room having breakfast.
Seeing her coming down the stairs, Aunt Geng called her to eat, and even set up the chairs for her, "See if there is anything you want to eat, if not, I'll make it again."
If she had known that Jian Hang would move here today, she would have made steamed shrimp dumplings.
Jian Hang glanced at his watch, but couldn't keep up with the time.
Every Saturday morning, her parents habitually took a stroll downstairs to the office to chat with her.
Today, she has already delayed sending her luggage over.
She declined the enthusiastic Aunt Geng: "Auntie, it's too late today, you can do it for me tomorrow."
"Wait a minute." Aunt Geng strode towards the kitchen.
After a while, she came out with a packing bag.
"You take this to the company to eat, no matter how busy you are, you can't ignore your health."
There are some washed fruits, two boxes of yogurt, and a few candies in it, for fear that Jian Hang will faint again due to hypoglycemia.
Aunt Geng instructed: "Three meals a day must be eaten on time. If your mother knows that you are working and disregarding your health, you will say how distressed she is."
These words hit Jian Hang's heart directly, "Thank you, Auntie." She took it generously.
"Don't be so polite in the future."
The old lady Qin told Aunt Geng to match up as many young couples as possible, but don't make it too obvious. Things like preparing fruit are not obvious.
Jian Hang will keep his heart in Qin Moling's place.
This can also be regarded as indirectly matching them.
Aunt Geng felt that her move was very appropriate.
Before leaving, Jian Hang took another look at his plastic husband, he was eating with his head down the whole time, ignoring her, as if she was an insignificant person.
Thinking that he was in a bad mood, she didn't care.
Holding a pack of life-extending food that Aunt Geng gave her, Jian Hang left.
After the footsteps could no longer be heard, and the silhouette of his back disappeared from the peripheral vision, Qin Moling raised his head. The table was full of sumptuous breakfast, but he had no appetite.
After eating a soft-boiled fried egg, he put down his chopsticks and picked up his coffee to drink.
It took her so long to move here, and she had to live in a separate room.
If you're not happy, you can't be wronged to live in the second bedroom. Qin Moling put down his coffee cup, "Auntie, please ask someone to vacate the master bedroom for Jian Hang to live in. I will sleep in the second bedroom."
Aunt Geng was wiping the Zhongdao TV, and didn't catch Qin Moling's words for a moment. He didn't even return home after a business trip, and went straight to the hospital to stay with him at night. She thought their relationship had eased. Some things are beyond her ability to ask, "Oh, good."
It seems that it is not enough to prepare fruit for Jian Hang.
Qin Moling went out with his suit in hand. The driver was already waiting in the yard. Seeing the boss coming out, he got out of the car and opened the door.
The driver had always been concerned about delivering Liangpi to Han Shuang, and he had to confirm the time, "President Qin, shall I deliver the Liangpi over at 11:30 noon?"
Qin Moling nodded, without saying anything unnecessary.
The driver not only drives, he is Qin Moling's bodyguard, and usually drives a car part-time, and Qin Moling entrusts him with many private affairs.
Said to deliver at 11:30 noon, it will never be a minute late, the timing is just right.
The driver packed four Liangpi in Grandpa Jian Hang's shop.
Han Shuang was about to go to dinner, when she heard from the secretary that someone at the front desk downstairs brought her Liangpi, she thought it was sent by Zhong Yanfei, but the secretary said, "It's Mr. Le Mengqin's driver."
Han Shuang was startled, and then realized, "Go and fetch it, and thank me for me."
Qin Moling used the Liangpi to ask his teacher for his crime. Because of the good relationship between the Qin family and the Han family, Qin Moling only gave him a few points.
The secretary went downstairs and brought up the Liangpi. When Qin Moling's driver gave her the Liangpi, he only said: "If Boss Han doesn't have enough, I'll give it to you."
The secretary sent four copies of Liangpi to Han Shuang's office, "Mr. Han, what should we do?"
Han Shuang was leaning on the back of the chair and smoking, exhaling the smoke slowly, "Leave a portion for me to eat, and share the rest with you." She stubbed out the cigarette butt, "This Liangpi tastes good."
I can't help but thank you for receiving Liangpi.
Han Shuang ate Liangpi, called Qin Moling, and said with a smile, "I ate at the clubhouse yesterday, and I was going to buy it today, but you brought it here. I'm eating. I'll invite you and Jane when you're free some other day." hang for dinner."
Qin Moling: "You're welcome, don't bother me when you're eating."
Han Shuang heard that he was perfunctory, and didn't even want to say anything, "I will contact you another day."
She reels.
Even she received Liangpi, Zhong Yanfei was probably in a lot of trouble.
The secretary asked, "Where is Mr. Zhong?"
Han Shuang: "That's her own business."
She acted as a shield for Zhong Yanfei, and Zhong Yanfei also gave her a discount, and the two were clear.
As for how Qin Moling settled with Zhong Yanfei, it had nothing to do with her, she had no time to worry about Zhong Yanfei.
Qin Moling sent her Liangpi today because he wanted to tell her not to get involved in matters related to Jian Hang in the future.
It's not easy for Jian Hang. After receiving the certificate for more than a month, Qin Moling can make such a big move to vent her anger.
Last night, Jian Hang waited in a daze for more than three hours outside the private room. It is said that she remained calm the whole time, took a notebook and worked overtime in the rest area, not wasting a single minute.
If there is a chance, she would like to meet Jian Hang.
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In the evening, Jian Hang received a message from Qin Moling.
He sent her the location of the Qin family's old house.
[I can find it.]
She has been there more than once and knows the way.
Qin Moling asked: [What time will you be here?]
Jian Hang closed the computer and returned to the plastic husband: [Still in the company, right now.]
On the way back, she bought Grandma Qin a bunch of flowers.
There was a traffic jam on the road, and it took more than an hour to arrive.
Qin Moling's car was parked in the yard, arriving earlier than her.
There were only grandma and Qin Moling in the living room. Qin Moling didn't know what to say to grandma, the smile on the corner of his mouth hadn't had time to take back, it was the first time she had seen him smile so gently.
Jian Hang handed the flowers to the aunt at home, and Qin Moling and Mrs. Qin looked at each other when they heard her talking to the aunt.
Seeing her, he returned to normal, with no expression on his face.
"Grandma." Jian Hang smiled and greeted.
"Xiao Hang, come here." Mrs. Qin beckoned to her, pointing to Qin Moling's side, "Sit."
She didn't sit next to Qin Moling, and consciously left a suitable distance.
He was peeling an apple, slowly.
The old lady Qin chatted with Jian Hang, got up on the arm of the sofa, and said to Qin Moling: "You cut it up and give it to Xiao Hang. I'll go upstairs to see if your grandpa is done."
Grandma went upstairs, only she and Qin Moling were left in the living room.
She couldn't help wondering whether grandma and grandpa had discussed in advance to leave space for them to be alone.
Jian Hang has nothing to do, just watch him peel apples.
She always uses an automatic peeler to peel the fruit, and she will not use a fruit knife to peel it over time. Qin Moling's movements didn't look very skillful, he probably made a special trip to cut it for his grandma to make the old man happy.
Whether you cut it well or not is secondary, those hands are pleasing to the eye, with slender fingers, a fruit knife in the left hand, and the ring finger ring is particularly eye-catching.
Jian Hang's gaze moved up and landed on the side of his face.
From her perspective, her Adam's apple is sexy, her jaw is sharp and her nose bridge is straight.
Qin Moling turned his head suddenly, Jian Hang looked away before he caught her peeping.
She bent down as if nothing happened, grabbed a few apples from the fruit plate, lined them up on the tea table, and waited for him to peel them.
Qin Moling looked at the three apples lined up, "Do you want to peel them?"
Jian Hang nodded, "Yes."
Including the one he was peeling, there are four in total.
He looked at her: "Can you eat four apples?"
Jian Hang said, "I squeeze the juice."
Qin Moling: "..."
After a while, he continued to peel the fruit.
Practice makes perfect, and he whittled the rest faster than the first.
After peeling the apple, he wiped the fruit knife with tissue paper, wiped it clean and put it away.
Ten minutes passed, and grandparents hadn't come downstairs yet.
Qin Moling took four apples to the kitchen to squeeze juice for her.
Seeing his helpless expression, Jian Hang smiled to himself. She found that no matter how angry she was with him, he would never be serious with her.
Grandpa and grandma didn't go downstairs until dinner.
There are some things that cannot be avoided no matter what.
"What month do you plan to hold the wedding? I'll get ready first." Mrs. Qin asked.
On the way to the old house, Jian Hang had already prepared a draft: "Grandma, don't worry about the wedding, Qin Moling and I are very concerned about the wedding." She lied and said it sincerely, "After all, there is only one time in a lifetime, and I want to wait for love Let’s do it when things come to fruition, I don’t want to just take a formality, otherwise it will be a pity in the future. What do you think, grandma?”
The old lady Qin was unable to refute.
She nodded, "Yes."
The wedding can not be held first, she respects their ideas, but the wedding photos cannot be delayed.
"It's warm, and it's suitable for taking wedding photos. You are busy with your work, I will find a photographer for you, and when I get in touch with the photographer, I will confirm the shooting time with you two."
Grandma was worried about their marriage, and Jian Hang was too embarrassed to refuse.
After the wedding photos were settled, Mrs. Qin also lost one thing on her mind. She thought: "Next Saturday, Lao Ye's family will have a birthday, don't forget."
Qin Moling said: "Remember."
He and the younger generation of the Ye family are in the same group, and they have been discussing this matter in the group every day for the past few days.
Jian Hang didn't know whose birthday it was, and Qin Moling never told her about it.
He didn't say, so she shouldn't have to go there.
At eight o'clock, they returned to their villa.
Qin Moling was driving, Jian Hang was the co-pilot, and the driver asked her to drive her car back.
The car was very quiet, Jian Hang was used to this kind of quietness, most of the time she and Qin Moling had nothing to say when they were together.
When waiting for the red light, Qin Moling leaned his elbows on the car window, looked at the front and rear lights, "Grandpa Ye's birthday is next week, do you want to go?"
Did not wait for an answer.
Qin Moling turned his head, Jian Hang was already asleep with his head tilted to one side, she didn't go to bed until after two o'clock last night, and got up at five o'clock in the morning to move.
He didn't call her, and closed the car window to block out all the noise on the road.
Jian Hang slept for more than half an hour and was woken up by the phone call.
She opened her eyes in a daze, looked out the window, the car had already driven into the villa area, and she would be home soon. She suddenly remembered that she would live in the villa and live with Qin Moling in the future.
The phone is still vibrating.
Jian Hang took out his mobile phone from his bag, and the caller ID: Pang Linbin.
It's morning at the boss's side, it should be because of the project of Wanyue Group.
She sat up straight and answered the phone.
"Is it convenient to talk?"
"It's convenient, I don't have any entertainment tonight, I'm at home."
"Wanyue Group's project, please tell me in detail."
After Qin Moling parked the car, he went down first, without taking out the car key, and left it to Jian Hang to lock the car.
The call lasted thirty-one minutes.
After hanging up the phone, Jian Hang pushed the car door down, locked the car and entered the house.
Aunt Geng was in her room, and there was no one in the living room, so she went directly to the second bedroom on the second floor.
Jian Hang pushed the door open, stepped in with her front foot, but did not lift her back foot for a long time. Seeing the person leaning on the bed, she was completely astonished.
Qin Moling had obviously taken a shower, his hair was half dry, yet he was lying on her bed.
Gathering his mind, Jian Hang stepped into the bedroom.
Seeing her coming in, Qin Moling was also taken aback for a moment.
This morning, he asked Aunt Geng to move Jian Hang's luggage to the master bedroom, forgetting to tell her himself.
When he got home, he remembered it.
Jian Hang has been on the phone in the car, and he doesn't know when the chat will end. He sent her a message and told her that her luggage is in the master bedroom and he lives in the second bedroom.
The second floor used to be his activity area alone, and he didn't have the habit of locking the door.
So, what does she want to do now that she enters his bedroom and closes the door again
Knowing that she is arrogant, it is impossible to take the initiative to show her favor, especially for such things.
What Jian Hang is thinking at the moment is that since he took the initiative to sleep in her bed, she should be reluctant to be responsible to him.
Anyway, we have to sleep together sooner or later.
Although she thought so in her heart, Jian Hang still had no idea, but reason told her that she couldn't lose in terms of momentum.
She took off her windbreaker and threw it on the stool at the end of the bed.
Ignoring Qin Moling's complicated eyes, she walked towards the cloakroom.
The second bedroom is also a suite, with a walk-in closet, private bathroom, and terrace.
Except that it is smaller than the master bedroom, the functions are similar.
Qin Moling felt that he was going in the wrong direction, and suddenly thought of a possibility, whether she hadn't seen his message, "Jian Hang, what are you doing?"
Jian Hang turned around, this man asked knowingly, she gave him all the rest, didn't ask him why he was lying on her bed, but he asked her on purpose.
She pretended to be calm: "Go and take a bath with clothes."
Qin Moling: "..."
Haven't seen any news from him yet.
"Your suitcase is in your master bedroom, which has a bathroom."
Jian Hang is a little confused, what is her master bedroom
Seeing her confused, Qin Moling explained: "You live in the master bedroom. Check your phone, I sent you a message, and I made it very clear."
Jian Hang has too many work groups, and each group is full of unread news. She didn't pin Qin Moling to the top, so she didn't pay attention to his dialog box.
The atmosphere is too awkward.
She walked to the end of the bed in a few steps, grabbed the windbreaker and left. She habitually turned off the lights when she went out, and then closed the door silently.
As soon as the door was closed, Jian Hang realized that in the panic just now, she turned off the light in his room, so she pushed open a crack in the door and put a hand in, trying to help him turn on the light.
Jian Hang touched the light switch on the wall twice, but her hand was a second behind, Qin Moling pressed another switch by the bedside, and the light turned on. However, after she touched the switch, her finger had already pressed the switch, and it was too late to take it back, so she could only watch helplessly as the light in the bedroom that had just been turned on was turned off again by her.
Qin Moling: "..."
She turned off the lights in his bedroom twice in a row. Qin Moling thought she was losing her temper, so he subconsciously chose to indulge her temper and didn't turn on the lights again.