Cheng Huan doesn't know much about luxury jewelry in this world, but just looking at the blinding gemstones on this bag and the gift giver, he knows that things can't be cheap.
Although it looks like a nouveau riche, it's pretty good-looking.
Cheng Huan likes furry things, and she liked this bag at first sight, but when she thought about the price, she didn't dare to accept it.
It's too expensive, I can't afford it.
Cheng Huan glanced away before looking away. She stared at Jiang Mingyuan's face, a little helpless: "Why do you want to give something away again?"
Jiang Mingyuan: "..." Of course the assistant said that girls like bags.
It's just that he can't say that, he observed Cheng Huan's expression, and asked a little cautiously: "You don't want it?"
"don't want."
"Don't you like it?" Jiang Mingyuan looked a little embarrassed: "What do you like? I'll give it to you."
"Farewell." Cheng Huan sighed: "You don't have to always think about giving something."
The other party replied as a matter of course: "I'm chasing you, I have to show something."
Cheng Huan: "..."
Looking at each other, she looked away with a blushing face, said "oh", and said dryly, "but it's too expensive."
"It's not expensive." The man approached, put the bag in her arms, stared down at the tip of the woman's ear, and said domineeringly: "I can afford it, I can give you whatever you like."
The man was too close, and a very refreshing breath could be smelled, and the temperature on Cheng Huan's face rose a bit, she could no longer care about the bag that was forced over her, and her mind was on the man next to her, and the air heated up a little , She stared at the man's approaching face, thinking wildly for a while.
Jiang Mingyuan heaved a sigh of relief as the bag stuffed into her arms was not pushed out, and a smile appeared on his face. He looked at the woman in front of him with tenderness in his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and moved a little closer.
Cheng Huan watched his face magnify in front of her, and took a step back nervously, her heart beat faster and faster, her hands rested on the chopping board, her body tensed, her eyelashes trembled, and she wanted to refuse. welcome taste.
"Don't move." The man whispered.
The blue veins on Cheng Huan's nervous neck came out, she bit her lower lip: "Well, I..."
Jiang Mingyuan gave a "hmm" and moved closer. He was tall, and the breath of his breath hit Cheng Huan's forehead, making the small piece of skin feel like it was being roasted by fire.
"You have white hair on your head." Jiang Mingyuan's voice sounded above his head.
Cheng Huan imagined that all kinds of kissing scenes in idol dramas were now in vain, and the breath he held was pierced and completely dissipated. Alright."
"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan stretched out his hand and fiddled with her hair. The hair under his hand was cold and soft, which made people unable to put it down. In places Cheng Huan couldn't see, the man's eyes gradually deepened, and the speed of pulling out his hair was comparable to slow motion. When he put down his hand, he turned sideways, and his lips brushed against the woman's forehead.
Cheng Huan seemed to be aware of it, and raised his head slightly, but the man's face was still calm, and he put the white hair in her hand: "Okay."
"Um, oh." Cheng Huan clenched his palms tightly and twisted the hair on his fingers: "Well, I'm going to cook."
"Okay." The man didn't stay any longer this time, nodded and went out. After he left, Cheng Huan raised his hand to caress his forehead, and the blush on his face rose a little because of some guess.
She pursed her lips, looked at the bag in her arms, and felt a little worried. Touching the logo made of gemstones with his fingers, Cheng Huan put the thing aside, and calculated the available savings in his mind, thinking about buying something for that person as well.
Think of it as a Christmas gift.
…
When eating in the morning, Xing Xing also saw the bag, and the little guy could finally reveal the secret he had kept in his heart for several days, so he couldn't wait to show his credit.
He was full of pride, and said while drinking porridge: "Mom, I chose this one. Isn't it shiny?"
Cheng Huan: "...it's okay."
Although what she dislikes the most is the logo, it is too conspicuous.
Xing Xing didn't hear the faint dislike in her words, and was proud of his own eyesight. He puffed out his small chest and snorted: "This is from Dad, and I will give you the same one from Mom!"
Cheng Huan had a headache and glanced at Jiang Mingyuan who was watching from the sidelines. The house was well heated, the man was not wearing a coat, his cuffs were unbuttoned and rolled up two times, revealing smooth forearm muscles, full of hormonal smells, he raised the corners of his lips slightly, deepened his smile at Cheng Huan, and then turned his head Said to his son: "You may not have this chance."
Xing Xing didn't believe it: "Why?"
"This bag is limited and sold out now."
"But you didn't tell me before!" The little guy was very unconvinced.
"Really?" Jiang Mingyuan put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and said a little rascally, "Dad didn't know before."
"Father, you lied to me!"
Xing Xing stared at his father with an aggrieved face, but the one being stared at did not respond. He put down the bowl after eating, came over and touched his head, and kissed his son on the face: "Dad Go to work and listen to your mother at home."
Then he straightened up, faced Cheng Huan, and said goodbye.
Cheng Huan: "...bye."
Because of what happened in the morning, when Jiang Mingyuan went out that day, no one came to see him off. He didn't care about it, he was in a good mood, and offered to give Qi Shan a bonus.
He maintained this good mood for several days until the twenty-fifth of the twelfth lunar month.
As the Spring Festival approaches, people in the company are fluctuating. Some employees who are far away have already asked for leave in advance to go home, and the rest are looking forward to the annual meeting, the year-end bonus, and planning how to spend the Spring Festival.
Jiang Mingyuan also has a plan for this. He will go back to his hometown to worship his ancestors in his thirtieth year, and he usually doesn't come back until the second day of junior high school. From the third day of junior high school to the eighth day of junior high school, he has four free days to go to work, which is enough to go out and play. He has already determined the place, and has arranged all the itineraries, trying to make them have fun.
Then at this time, he received a call from Gu Mingli, saying that he would not be at home this year.
The change of ownership of the shipping company in country M has not been completed yet, but Jiang Xudong has already gone there first, saying that he should get familiar with the environment there first.
Jiang Mingyuan knew that Jiang Xudong was gone, and she wouldn't stay in the country for long, but she didn't expect it to be so soon, and she didn't even want to wait for the few days of Chinese New Year! He pursed his lips into a straight line, his good mood was completely ruined by one sentence, and he asked coldly: "Don't you wait until the New Year's Eve to finish your father's grave before leaving?"
The custom here is that on New Year's Eve, they have to pay homage to their ancestors before eating New Year's Eve dinner.
However, Gu Mingli waited for more than 30 years, and finally had the opportunity to be with her sweetheart in a fair manner, so why would she want to continue wasting time? And to be honest, she is also a little guilty about her emotional derailment, and she doesn't really dare to see her dead husband.
"I have already worshiped your father." Actually, no, but Gu Mingli said without guilt, the voice from the phone was a little weak, she coughed twice, and said to the son over there: "Mom doesn't want to be at this time either. Let's go, I also want our mother and son to have a reunion year, but you also know how bad the air will be during the Spring Festival, the doctor said that I can't take it, I should go to recuperate as soon as possible, and I can't delay."
Hearing these words, Jiang Mingyuan's expression became even colder. There was a mocking sneer on his face, and his voice seemed to be mixed with ice: "I see, I still have something to accompany you during the Chinese New Year. I wish you a speedy recovery."
"It's okay, you can just do well in China." Gu Mingli didn't dare to let him go with her, she was overjoyed when she heard this, and said a lot of words to show the affection between mother and child.
Jiang Mingyuan heard her talking a lot, and his expression remained unchanged. He took a sip of water and called her when the other party finished speaking and was about to hang up: "Mom, I hope you won't regret it."
Gu Mingli keenly caught a hint of danger from it, and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"
"It's not interesting. I have something else to do. You are busy."
After speaking, he hung up the phone.
In the villa over there, Gu Mingli, who was hung up on the phone, was a little panicked. She held her mobile phone and turned back and forth in the living room of the villa. The sun was shining outside, but the wind that blew in still carried a piercing chill. Gu Mingli shivered from the blow. She took a few steps to close the door, and reached out to touch her face. The skin on her face was still smooth and tender, but the muscles under the skin But she has loosened up, she is no longer young.
She has only had such an obsession in her life, and she has been looking forward to it for more than 30 years, how can she shrink back when she is about to succeed? The son just said a word, why did she panic like this
Gu Mingli continued to build her heart, and finally succeeded in convincing herself. She called the nanny loudly and ordered her to pack her luggage.
The next day, Jiang Mingyuan was informed that Gu Mingli had gone abroad, and she had emptied most of her belongings, and all the deposits under her name had been exchanged for the currency of country M. Obviously, she had already made up her mind not to come back.
"I see." Jiang Mingyuan's voice was flat, he couldn't see the look of anger yesterday, he put down the phone, and then contacted another person: "The person has arrived, follow what I said before."
"good."
…
The annual meeting of Jiang's headquarters is scheduled for the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and the largest banquet hall in the super five-star hotel in S City is booked. The annual meeting starts at six o'clock, and the dinner, performances and lucky draws will end at around eleven o'clock.
You can bring your family members with you at the annual meeting. Jiang Mingyuan invited Cheng Huan to go there a few days ago but was rejected. Today he asked again without giving up.
"No way." Cheng Huan hesitated but shook his head: "It's not suitable for me to go."
"You can go with a suitable identity." Jiang Mingyuan bent over and approached, with one hand supporting the back of the sofa, with a very serious look on his handsome face: "The Civil Affairs Bureau is not closed yet, so there is still time to go through the formalities."
"No, no, no!" Hearing this, Cheng Huan was stunned for a moment, then shrank back to the corner with a flushed face, and waved his hands embarrassingly.
I haven't even been in a relationship yet, and it's too scary to jump directly to the step of getting married!
Seeing her haste to refuse, Jiang Mingyuan's eyes flashed with disappointment. He straightened his back, rubbed her hair with his hands, and handed himself down the steps: "I'm just kidding."