"Change residence, why?" Cheng Huan was a little puzzled, he felt that the place he lived in now was pretty good.
Jiang Mingyuan wanted to say something, but he looked at the driver on the driver's license and swallowed the words: "Forget it, we'll talk when we go back."
The car was indeed not a suitable place for conversation. Cheng Huan nodded and didn't ask any more questions, but his heart was like a cat scratching, always wanting to know the answer.
Back home, Cheng Huan sent Xing Xing to the study to play games, made two cups of tea by himself, and handed Jiang Mingyuan a cup: "Can we talk now?"
"That's right." Jiang Mingyuan had already thought up the words these days: "The stars are getting bigger and bigger. It's not good for the two parents to be separated, and it will cause trouble for him, so I want to ask you to move downstairs to me."
"downstairs?"
"Yes." In fact, he would rather have people move into his own house, but things have to be done step by step, and he can't make such a request now. He said: "The apartment downstairs where I live just happened to move out when the rent expired." , you can move here tomorrow if you want."
"The apartment is not too far from here, it won't have too much impact," he said.
Cheng Huan remained silent.
She knew that Jiang Mingyuan had a certain reason for saying this. Children don't understand this kind of relationship and dare to say anything, but those words are heard by others, but it is easy to cause them to look strangely. For example, when I met Lao Liu's family on the plane.
It's just that reason is one thing, but feelings are another. Cheng Huan feels that he is a little bit unruly towards people now. It doesn't matter if he is far away from him and sees him every day. If he moves downstairs and meets with others all day, what will happen? Well, no one is really sure. Deep down, she was a little afraid of the unknown.
Cheng Huan didn't express his opinion, and Jiang Mingyuan didn't urge him. He took a sip of tea to moisten his lips, and waited for a while. He didn't wait for the statement he wanted, but he waited for Gu Mingli's call.
When the bell rang, Jiang Mingyuan frowned. He was also considered a public figure, and he was very keen on the camera. Not long ago, he felt that someone was secretly taking pictures at the gate of the kindergarten. Now he received the call, which made people have to think about it.
He said that he didn't feel that there was nothing he couldn't see people, he just felt annoyed, sighed in his heart, he stood up: "I'll answer the phone."
"Go." Cheng Huan was disturbed by the people standing here, and he was slightly relieved when he heard the phone ringing. Feeling the pressure dropped suddenly, he waved his hand to express that he didn't mind.
Jiang Mingyuan took his mobile phone and went to the balcony. The glass doors of the balcony and the living room were closed, and he could only see the movement but not hear the sound.
He pressed to answer: "Mom."
"Mingyuan, are you still at work?" The voice on the other end of the phone was still gentle, as if it came from the mother's normal concern.
"No, come out and do something."
"Really? That's just right. You haven't been back for a long time. I'll cook tonight. Can you go home for dinner?"
"I have something to do tonight..."
"What's your business? It's okay to come back after finishing, I will wait for you."
What the other party said was not a lie. If she didn't go back, she could really wait all night. Even if her feelings were ordinary, Jiang Mingyuan couldn't do such a cruel thing, so he could only agree: "I see, I'll go back later."
"Then I'll wait for you." Gu Mingli seemed a little happy to make her son give in. Her tone was so soft that it seemed like she could drip water, but it made the person on the other end of the phone extremely irritable.
Jiang Mingyuan hung up the phone and kept his posture unchanged for a long time in the cold wind. After calming down, he put his phone in his pocket, opened the door and walked in.
"I have some things, I have to go first."
"It's so early, don't you have dinner?" Cheng Huan recovered from his thoughts, a little surprised.
"Don't eat, I'll go tell Xing Xing." He apologized, turned and walked towards the study.
Xing Xing was painting his masterpiece in the study room. After a few months, his painting skills did not improve much, but the characters in the paintings were enriched a lot—there was a father as a resident population.
Jiang Mingyuan knocked on the door and went in, and squatted beside him for a long time to look at it. He didn't say much about Xingxing's painting of his father's red hair. sentence.
After praising the stars, Jiang Mingyuan said that he was leaving while the children were happy.
"Doesn't Dad eat?" The mother and son had a tacit understanding and asked the same question.
"Dad go back to eat."
"Then father won't be able to eat the food made by mother." In the child's heart, the food made by his mother is the best, and no one else can. He looked at his father with sympathy, rolled his eyes, and patted his chest to promise: "Dad, don't worry, I will help you eat more!"
Jiang Mingyuan: "... Then I have to thank you, don't I?"
He bent down and reached out to rub Xingxing's belly: "Let Dad see how much you can put in your belly."
Xing Xing was ticklish, and as soon as Jiang Mingyuan stretched out his hand, he started giggling, twisted his body to hide around, and said loudly: "I can eat a lot!"
After arguing with his son for a while, Jiang Mingyuan felt better. He hugged Xing Xing and sat on the stool, then picked up the brush that fell on the ground and handed it to him: "Goodbye, baby, Dad is gone."
"Goodbye, Dad." Xing Xing waved his hand with a heartless look, and when he walked outside the door, he asked again: "Dad, are you coming tomorrow?"
"I can't come tomorrow." After a day off, he will have more things to deal with, even if he is reluctant, he can only refuse cruelly.
"Okay, Dad, go get busy." Xingxing lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly, he found a black paintbrush, and painted his father's face black.
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There was a light rain in the sky, the lights outside the villa were brightly lit, there were servants waiting outside, and as soon as the car door opened, there was an umbrella on top of their heads.
Jiang Mingyuan thanked him, took the umbrella, and when he looked up, he saw someone waiting outside the main building. He quickened his pace and walked over in two or three steps, somewhat disapproving: "It's cold outside, mom, you don't need to come out."
"It's been a long time since I saw you, can't I see you sooner?" Gu Mingli smiled slightly, approached and took his hand: "Let me see, have you lost weight again? You, really Yes, don't talk about work all the time, and take care of yourself alone."
Jiang Mingyuan didn't speak, and walked into the villa with his mother arm in arm.
As soon as he entered the door, Gu Mingli let go of his hand, and pushed him to sit on the sofa: "You came back too early, my dishes haven't been ready yet, wait a bit."
"Don't bother me." My mother has always been a noble lady who doesn't touch the spring water. The last time she cooked was not long after her father died. She cooked a few dishes and made herself contented and happy at the dinner table. Elders fight.
Because of this past incident, Jiang Mingyuan didn't have any expectations for "Mother's Taste". He frowned slightly, and his attitude was also cold: "There is a chef at home, so you don't need to cook."
"Is the chef's cooking the same as mine?" Gu Mingli said lightly, without waiting for him to say anything, she turned and went to the kitchen.
Gu Mingli's so-called cooking is similar to the posture of those old wives in ancient times. Someone prepares the ingredients and kitchen utensils, and she only needs to be responsible for turning on the fire and putting the things in, and even the amount of seasoning is prepared in advance, which is different from cooking by the chef himself. Not big, except a little bit tougher.
Before Jiang Mingyuan came back, she had already prepared a few dishes, and it didn't take long for the rest to be ready in a short while.
"Mingyuan, it's time to eat." Seeing the servants bring the dishes to the table, Gu Mingli came out and called out. The apron on her body was still on her body, and her hair was loosely tied. Under the warm yellow light, she looked even more gentle. Wan is absolutely a good mother who loves her children.
Jiang Mingyuan was not moved by the scene in front of him. He responded lightly, exited the mailbox and cleared the browsing traces, then turned off the computer, got up, and walked to the restaurant.
"Try it, your favorite vinegar fish when you were young." As soon as she was seated, a chopstick was caught in the bowl. Gu Mingli put down her serving chopsticks and said to him, "Don't always live in your small apartment from now on. Come home and live, isn't home more comfortable than living outside?"
"It's more convenient outside." Jiang Mingyuan refused, ignoring the fish with chopsticks in the bowl, and immersed himself in eating.
The people who ate this meal were very uncomfortable. Gu Mingli probably wanted to show her motherly kindness, and kept adding vegetables. The vegetables piled up in the bowl and formed a hill. Jiang Mingyuan refused to eat, so she asked with tears. Still angry with his mother, Jiang Mingyuan had a splitting headache and almost had indigestion after eating a meal.
After eating, the servant went to clear the dining table, Jiang Mingyuan stood to eat, and Gu Mingli beside him continued to ask his health, saying that he was wearing too little clothes, what should he do if he was freezing, etc.
She sang a one-man show by herself for a long time, and she almost got the point, and finally reached the key point.
"Mingyuan, have you talked about a girlfriend recently?"
Jiang Mingyuan: "...No." Still preparing to pursue.
"I know you don't like me to take care of it, so I won't urge you anymore, but if you meet someone who is right for you, remember to bring it back and show it to your mother."
She smiled and said, "You know mom, you want to have a grandson for a long time."
Jiang Mingyuan held a water glass and was a quiet audience. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at her.
"Why are you looking at mom like that? Do you really have a son?" Gu Mingli covered her mouth and smiled: "If I have one, I must tell your dad about it. He might be very happy."
Jiang Mingyuan twitched the corners of his mouth, looked away, and continued to stare at the water glass in front of him.
Seeing his statement, Gu Mingli gritted her teeth secretly. She also knew that her relationship with her son was not very good, but there were some things that she had to take care of: "If you really have a child, you still have to keep it at home, or stay with outsiders for a long time. If you do, people will be broken."
She sighed, as if warning: "The other thing is to keep your eyes open. Those women outside are very bad now. You can have fun, but you can't get married. My daughter-in-law of the Jiang family must be of the same family, or you go out If you attend any banquet, you won’t be able to take it out, it will only embarrass you.”
Jiang Mingyuan was already sure that she knew about the existence of Cheng Huan and Xing Xing, and was not interested in listening to those nonsense truths. He put down his glass and stood up: "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."
"You're always busy, forget it, I know you can't stay at home." Gu Mingli sighed, waved her hand, and let people go.
As soon as the door was closed, her face immediately became gloomy. She took out her mobile phone and found a person's contact information. She called and said, "Help me check two people, and the results will be given within a week."
"who is it?"
"A shameless slut." Her expression was stern, and she changed her appearance after speaking: "There is another one who may be my grandson. You can find a chance to get his blood. I want to verify it."