Surrounded by people around the waist, with a pleasant fragrance lingering at the end of his nose, Jiang Mingyuan took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to stroke the woman's back, and felt infinite satisfaction in his heart.
He lowered his head slightly, and his lips were tentatively reflected on Cheng Huan's forehead. Seeing that the other party did not resist, his courage gradually grew. His lips gradually moved down from the center of his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose. After a little distance, I finally caught the ruddy pair that I longed for.
The lips were pressed together, and there was no other movement for a while, they breathed each other's breath, and even the air became silent.
After a long time, Jiang Mingyuan moved his lips. He opened his lips, and the other party seemed to have a tacit understanding with him, and opened his lips at the same time. The tip of the tongue sticks out, and they touch each other tentatively. After getting familiar with each other, they become tightly entangled.
After all, they are inexperienced, and the two of them will inevitably bump into bumps when they kiss. Either they hit their teeth with too much force, or accidentally bit their tongues when they entangled. But even if the process is not going well, they have no intention of separating.
There was a slight noise at the door, but the two huddled together didn't notice it. A few seconds later, a clear and clear child's voice sounded at the door: "Mom and Dad, what are you doing?"
Xing Xing stared at them with a toy airplane in his hand, his eyes were pure and ignorant of the world.
The people who were hugging were stunned when they heard the sound, Cheng Huan stretched out his hand and pushed Jiang Mingyuan, came out of his arms, hid behind him and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, a little afraid to face his son for the first time.
I don't know if it's because men are naturally thick-skinned in this respect, or if Jiang Mingyuan has cultivated well enough, he seems much calmer than Cheng Huan. The man took out a tissue and wiped off the water stains on his lips leisurely, before asking the station The kid at the door: "Why did you get down?"
"Shall I come down to play?" Xing Xing came over dragging the small plane, his eyes inquiring, he stared at his father's brightly colored lips, and stuck out his little tongue: "Dad, are you playing with mom and kissing?"
Jiang Mingyuan: "...um."
"Why does Kiss stick out her tongue?" Xing Xing was particularly surprised, "I never did."
"This is a game for us adults, you are still a child..." Jiang Mingyuan's voice paused after being pinched on the waist, he held the hand and squeezed it, stepped forward to rub his son's head solemnly, and began to change the subject: " Well, there is nothing strange about this, let's play games with you, Dad."
"Oh." Xing Xing was still puzzled, but the game was obviously more attractive to him, so he just looked up at his mother who was blushing, and obediently followed his father away.
The two walked away with their backs to her, Cheng Huan let out a sigh of relief, reached out and patted her face, she tried her best to suppress the disordered heartbeat, and asked in a normal-sounding voice: "I'm going to cook, do you want to eat?"
"Don't do it, I bought you lunch, I'll be there later." Jiang Mingyuan squatted on the ground, helped his son disassemble the plane, took the time to reply to Cheng Huan, and pointed to the sofa next to him: "You can sit and play for a while." Mobile phones or watching TV, or watch us disassemble things."
His face is soft, with a purely relaxed posture: "Don't go far, I want to look at you."
Cheng Huan's cheeks that hadn't faded were even more blush. She glared at the people on the ground, trying to make people stop talking nonsense, but her eyes were shy, without the slightest power. After staring, she really sat on the sofa with her back Standing straight with knees together and waiting for lunch.
What Jiang Mingyuan said was the truth. He was really afraid of people leaving, so he came to see her every once in a while, and Cheng Huan couldn't relax at all. When the takeaway arrived, the tips of her ears were still red.
There is no way to get in and out of the apartment, so it is delivered to the doorman, and the doorman will send it downstairs to pick it up. The phone rang, Jiang Mingyuan connected and said a few words, hung up the phone and let Xingxing go to play by himself, put on his coat and went downstairs to get takeaway.
The takeaway is quite rich, with four dishes and one soup, the portions are very small, the food is well kept warm, and it is still steaming when it arrives. Jiang Mingyuan came up with his things, opened the takeaway boxes and put them on the coffee table one by one, went to the kitchen and handed them a pair of clean chopsticks, then bent down and kissed her at the corner of her eyes: "Okay, let's eat here."
Cheng Huan took it, glanced at Xing Xing, and whispered to him, "Be careful."
The man let out a "hmm", his eyes were full of smiles, obviously he didn't take it to heart.
It was nearly three o'clock after a meal, Cheng Huan packed up the garbage and bagged it, and said to the two people at home, "I'll go to the store."
"I'll accompany you." Jiang Mingyuan got up and said.
Cheng Huan refused: "No, you and Xing Xing can stay at home, I just have something to get over, and I'll be back soon."
The man was not very satisfied, but in the end he reluctantly agreed, because Cheng Huan promised to accompany him back to his hometown.
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The main purpose of Cheng Huan's visit to the store is to give out red envelopes for the Chinese New Year.
The plan to work overtime during the Spring Festival has been finalized. Except for New Year's Eve and the first day of the new year, I have to go to work for the remaining days. Originally, Cheng Huan planned to distribute the money when the doors opened in the second year of junior high school, as a good start, but now that the plan has changed, this matter has to be brought forward.
The money was the new banknotes with serial numbers withdrawn from the bank before, and it was packed in a red envelope, which looked quite bulging.
Cheng Huan's store has only been open for a short time, but the business is good, and she has made a lot of money in the past few months. She is not a stingy person. She gives more red envelopes during the Chinese New Year, and the employees feel comfortable.
There are many out-of-town people in City S, and they all went back at this time. The busy city became a little empty, and the business in the store was inevitably affected. When Cheng Huan passed by, there were only one or two tables of customers.
She walked into the back kitchen with her bag, took out the red envelopes from the bag, and handed them out to everyone one by one. The employees who got the red envelopes naturally smiled, and they were more satisfied after seeing the amount inside. They had to work overtime for the New Year His resentment has also been reduced a lot.
Cheng Huan was ready to go back after handing out the red envelopes, and there were two people waiting for her at home. She went downstairs along the escalator, and when she reached the first floor, she saw the watch shop next to the stairs doing an event, and saw the advertisement on the stand, she thought of Jiang Mingyuan's unchanged suit for thousands of years, so she turned around, Getting ready to buy clothes for someone.
On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, many clothing stores in the shopping mall were closed, and many of the remaining stores were out of stock.
Cheng Huan looked at the first floor, and finally chose the one at the end of the street. This is an affordable luxury brand that serves young people, and the price is within Cheng Huan's acceptable range.
The decoration of the men's clothing store is very elegant, there are not many clothes hanging on the hangers, and the waiters are not very attentive, but they will introduce you in detail when you fancy a certain piece of clothing. Cheng Huan looked around, and finally chose a sweater with intarsia stripes. The overall sweater is stone gray, and the sleeves are decorated with light gray and black. It looks very comfortable.
"You have a good eye. This is our new product this year. It's very slim and comfortable to wear." The waiter brought the clothes to Cheng Huan's needs and wrapped them up. He smiled and recommended other clothes and trousers that could be used for matching. .
Cheng Huan stayed in the clothing store for half an hour, and when he finally came out, he carried four or five shopping bags in his hand, and matched them with a set of winter clothes that were definitely eye-catching.
It was nearly four o'clock when she walked out of the shopping mall. Cheng Huan waited for more than 20 minutes at the door with her things before an empty taxi came. She got into the car with her hands full, closed the door and let out a long sigh In my heart, I put the plan of getting a driver's license and buying a car on the agenda.
When we got home, the sun was halfway down, and Jiang Mingyuan was teaching his son to do math problems.
Xingxing can already count from 1 to 200, and can add and subtract within fifty. When Cheng Huan entered the door, the little guy was counting with his fingers.
He counted for a while, scratched his head, and came up with an answer uncertainly: "It's 48."
"That's right." Jiang Mingyuan handed over a gift box: "This is for you."
"Thank you Dad!" Xing Xing took it, turned around after hearing the sound of the door, and ran over with a smile when he saw Cheng Huan, still holding the box in his hand: "Mom, I can count 70-22, this is Dad Give me a reward."
"Xing Xing is so smart." Cheng Huan put down his things and kissed him, and praised him.
The kid was praised and smiled silly. He held the things in his arms and glanced at the paper bag on the ground: "Is this the clothes Mom bought for me?"
From the mouth of the bag, the color of the clothes inside is not very bright, which does not meet the aesthetics of mother’s shopping for clothes, so Xing Xing thought it was for himself. He put down the package in his hand, bent down and took out the contents of the bag.
What he took happened to be the woolen sweater that Cheng Huan had his eyes on first, the little guy shook the clothes off and gestured on his body, and then the joy on his face disappeared. He turned the clothes over, looked back and forth, and raised his head slightly aggrieved: "Mom, this dress is too big."
"Cough." Cheng Huan brought the clothes over with a little anger, and said to his son, "This clothes are not yours, they are bought for Dad."
"No wonder." The little guy patted his chest, squatted down and asked, "Which one did Mom buy for me?"
Cheng Huan: "..."
"These belong to Dad."
"Huh?" Xing Xing couldn't believe it: "Isn't there mine?"
"This..." Cheng Huan glanced at Jiang Mingyuan not far away, lowered his head and reasoned with Xing Xing: "Didn't Mom buy it for you two days ago?"
"But I didn't buy it today."
"I didn't buy it for Dad two days ago."
"That's it, that's okay." The little guy thought about it with a serious face, and found that it was indeed the case, so the unhappiness in his heart was thrown aside, and he picked up the gift that his father rewarded him to unpack it went.
After Xing Xing left, Jiang Mingyuan came over. He bent down and picked up the bag on the ground with a smile on his face: "Is it because you bought me clothes that you delayed?"
"Uh... um." Cheng Huan looked away and nodded, and asked him to try on the clothes again.
Jiang Mingyuan naturally had no objection, and carried the clothes into the room. A few minutes later, the door was opened again.
There are only so many styles and colors available for men's clothing, so we can only work on the details.
A stone-gray woolen sweater with a black military-style double-breasted coat. The coat is tailored and has a sense of abstinence. The lower body is dark gray skinny jeans. The tight-fitting trousers and short boots with a slight heel make it look like a man with long legs unbelievable.
The man who changed his suit looked five or six years younger and more sexually attractive. He probably wasn't used to this kind of clothes, and his walking pace slowed down a little. He had been staring at Cheng Huan's face since he opened the door. After seeing the admiration on her face, the man completely relaxed, and he walked quickly. Approached, stopped one meter away, with tenderness on the corners of the lips and eyes, and asked the person opposite: "How is it?"