During this period of time, Wang Zhen was struggling with the divorce case with Feng Ya. The Feng family not only wanted him to leave the house, but also his company. Feng Ping has frequently put pressure on him recently, and the Wei family is his last hope.
After hearing what he said, Wei Sha just replied casually: "Don't worry, my brother is following up."
Wang Zhen frowned. He had listened to such perfunctory remarks many times. He subconsciously rubbed his hands, and then said: "You also know that Feng Ping does things without mercy. My small company is his opponent, if you don't have your backing..."
Wei Sha was obviously impatient to hear it. Fortunately, at this time her driver helped her bring the perfume over: "Miss, the perfume you want."
Wei Sha finally left the phone and looked up at the perfume on the table: "Yeah." She put down the phone, opened the perfume and sprayed it in the air: "The smell is not bad."
Wang Zhen's words were interrupted, and it was hard for him to continue speaking at this moment. He pursed his lips, smiled and said, "Well, it suits you well."
"Right." Wei Sha finally rewarded him with a smile, "Didn't you just say where there are Christmas events? Let's go."
"good."
Wang Zhen picked up the outside of his chair and walked out of the dessert shop with Wei Sha.
Jiang Ran had just cleaned up the living room at this moment. Feng Jing wanted to help her, but she arranged to tease her aside in the name of injury. Seeing the sun had begun to set, Jiang Ran went to the kitchen to prepare today's dinner.
Feng Ya bought a lot of things for her, so she picked out some things that Feng Jing didn't like, and planned to cook some home-cooked dishes. The dinner was not as rich as the lunch, and the two of them ate happily, except for the fragments of wine in the refrigerator, and they both pretended not to see them tacitly.
After the meal insisted on being responsible for washing the dishes, Jiang Ran asked him to do it. When Feng Jing washed the dishes, he found a bag of Christmas candies and a card on the clean table.
There was an envelope on the outside of the card, and a Christmas tree was painted on it, and it was written in beautifully small letters—Give Feng Jing.
"What is this?" Feng Jing picked up the envelope and candy and waved towards Jiang Ran.
Jiang Ran was playing with Erhuang. Hearing what he said, he turned his head and took a look: "Oh, a Christmas present for you. You can eat the candy now, but the card can't be opened until you go back."
Feng Jingren couldn't help but: "What did you write, so mysterious."
Jiang Ran said, "I don't tell you, in short, you can't dismantle it now."
"Fine." Feng Jing didn't even open the candies at all, and planned to go back and open them together. "I have been in the hospital before, and I didn't have time to prepare gifts for you."
"It doesn't matter, anyway, my gift is also very casual."
Feng Jing laughed: "I think it's okay, it's a cute candy."
As he was talking, Uncle Zhou called and said that he had been waiting downstairs. Feng Jing looked at his watch, his tone of dissatisfaction revealed: "It's less than eight o'clock, are you going back so early?"
Uncle Zhou said, "It's far away from the house, and there are many people on the street today. It is estimated that it will be nine o'clock when you get home. The doctor said, you should take a break and you must go to bed before ten o'clock."
"..." Feng Jing didn't say a word, he was thinking about what excuse he would use to make Uncle Zhou wait for himself a little longer. Jiang Ran heard that Uncle Zhou had come to pick him up. She went to the balcony and looked down. She really saw Uncle Zhou's: "Uncle Zhou is here for you. Go back soon."
Feng Jing: "..."
At this point in time, the nightlife hasn't started yet!
"Wang." Even Erhuang yelled at him, as if urging him to go back to rest early.
Feng Jing had no choice but to replied: "Well, I will clean up and get down."
"OK."
After hanging up the phone, Feng Jing looked gloomy, Jiang Ran leaned forward and squeezed his face, coaxing: "Okay, I will play with you tomorrow."
"..." This line made him feel that he was treated as a child again, but the advantage is not a puppy, "You comfort me like this? Squeeze your face and it's over? At least you have to kiss him."
Jiang Ran knew that he was "sitting on the ground and raising the price", but he waved at him and said, "You bend down."
Feng Jing bends obediently, Jiang Ran points his toes and kisses him on the lips: "Is this all right?"
no.
Feng Jing wanted to say that, but finally stopped: "Then I will wait for you tomorrow."
"Ok."
Picking up his Christmas present, Feng Jing put on his coat and went out. Jiang Ran had been watching from the balcony. After a while, Feng Jing walked out of the building. As if feeling something, he suddenly turned around and looked upstairs.
Jiang Ran was stunned for a moment, then smiled and waved at him. Feng Jing's frowning brows gradually spread, and he waved to her.
Seeing Feng Jing sitting in Zhou's car last year, Jiang Ran returned to the living room. She changed the bed sheets and pillowcases, and was too lazy to pack her luggage, so she took her pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Feng Jing sat in the car and watched the street lights retreat one by one. The street was very lively tonight, and there were crowds everywhere. When he waited for the red light, he boredly counted how many couples there were outside the car.
When he counted to the seventh pair, he couldn't count it anymore. He was inexplicably irritable. He opened the Christmas candy Jiang Ran gave him and picked a red one and fed it into his mouth.
The taste of this candy is very unique. He can't tell what it is. After lightly biting it, it is still wrapped in nuts. The sweet smell spread in his mouth and smoothed out Feng Jing's upset mood. He finally put a smile on his mouth, looking at the well-wrapped envelope.
It should be okay to open it now, right
While thinking about this, his slender fingers had already torn open the envelope and took out the... letter paper
Feng Jing was a little confused. He always thought it was a Christmas card. Hey, why does this letter paper look familiar
He only thought for a second, and realized that he had seen this letter there. After realizing this, his whole heart panicked. He unfolded it quickly and looked at the contents with the lights outside the car.
It was really the letter of marriage he wrote to Jiang Ran.
Feng Jing felt that his head was about to explode into a ball of mud, and he couldn't think about anything, but there were a lot of screens circulating in his mind—how could Jiang Ran have this letter? Where did she find it? When did she see it
Feng Jing realized that in this short moment, his palm was covered with a thin layer of sweat. The moment the car started, his sight fell on the bottom of the letter paper by accident.
"Very happy to."
Feng Jing's pupils shrank slightly.
This sentence was not written by him, it is obviously not his character, this is... Jiang Ran's character.
He stared at these four words for a few minutes, and his brain gradually began to understand the meaning of these four words.
—I wonder if I have the honour to be family with you
-Very happy to.
"Uncle Zhou stop!" Feng Jing grabbed the chair in the posture seat abruptly, and stood up, "Go back to the water town!"
Uncle Zhou was frightened by his movement. He could see that he was very anxious and his eyes were a little red. He didn't say anything to stop him. He just told Feng Jing to sit back and fasten his seat belt again: "You can't turn around here. I'll drive to the intersection ahead."
Feng Jing's whole body was muddled, and it seemed particularly clear. He held the letter tightly in his hand, as if he had grasped some treasure.
The return journey seemed faster than when he left. When Feng Jing recovered, the car had already parked downstairs at Jiang Ran's house again.
Feng Jing rushed out of the car almost the moment the car stopped. Uncle Zhou looked at his hurried back, got out of the car and lit a cigarette: "It's nice to be young."
Jiang Ran was blowing his hair and heard the doorbell dimly. She tilted her head suspiciously, turned off the hair dryer, and now the sound of knocking on the door became clearer.
"Wow!"
Er Huang was also shouting at the door, Jiang Ran put down the hair dryer, walked over and took a look.
It turned out to be Feng Jing.
"I forgot something..." She opened the door and was hugged by Feng Jing before she could speak.
"..."
Feng Jing hugged tightly, and the sound of rapid breathing was just above her head, as if she had just run 800 meters. "Well, my heart is forgotten here."
Jiang Ran: "..."
Did he come back suddenly just to tease her
"You are here in advance." She pushed the hand that was hooped around her like Feng Jing iron tongs.
Feng Jing finally let go of her and took a step forward and closed the door behind him.
"This," Feng Jing raised the letter paper in his hand, facing Jiang Ran, "Should you give me an explanation?"
The moment he saw the letter in his hand, Jiang Ran's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye: "This... shouldn't you explain this to me?"
"I want to propose to you, I haven't thought about it yet, I don't know when I should give it to you..." Feng Jing said incoherently, and Jiang Ran's face blushed again in his words.
She buried her head and dared not look at Feng Jing: "I went to your house with Michelle that day in Huadu, Nanting. He said that he would help you bring some more clothes... Then I went to your room. Be careful and saw this letter."
"I remember I put the letter in the drawer." Feng Jing's voice fell from the top of his head. Jiang Ran was even more ashamed: "Then you remember to close the drawer!"
"..." Feng Jing was taken aback for a moment, then laughed unconsciously, "My fault."
Jiang Ran curled the corners of his lips, and complained a little, "Did you peek at the letter again? You can only read it when you go home."
"My fault." Feng Jing repeated these words, gently lifting Jiang Ran's chin, and kissing her lips.
His kiss was very soft and soft, with a strong aura that belonged to him, which easily caused Jiang Ran to sink. He embraced her waist and turned around, pressing her against the door, gradually deepening the kiss.
The clothes were removed one by one, but the temperature of the two of them still rose uncontrollably. Jiang Ran had just taken a shower, and his hair hadn't been dried yet, and the semi-wet ends of the hair were attached to his neck, and a drop of water slowly slipped down the hair.
Feng Jing leaned forward and licked the drop of water into her mouth, and the tip of her tongue struck Jiang Ran's skin ambiguously, making her tremble.
She knew what he wanted to do, and his body told her honestly. She was also gradually swallowed by this charming atmosphere, but she had not forgotten the doctor's instructions: "You have just been discharged from the hospital. You can't do strenuous exercise."
"..." Feng Jing didn't expect that she would remember such things at this time, "Don't worry, it's okay."
"Your body... can't do..."
"Do you think my body is not good?"
"..." She didn't mean that!
"I remember you have a condom in your warehouse, right? The 0.01mm one." Feng Jing rubbed her vaguely, "I'll let you know if my body will work right away."
Jiang Ran: "..."