"It looks good." Cheng Huan admired it all over, and went over to straighten his collar for him: "This looks better than a suit."
The hand at the collar was held by someone, and the other's palm was warm, and even the fingertips that made her slightly cold were also warm.
The man held her hand, leaned to his lips and kissed lightly: "You will wear this after you like me."
Cheng Huan laughed at him: "Could it be that you can't wear a piece of clothing for a month?"
"It's not impossible." The man looked serious, and after seeing her shock, he changed his expression. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and there were lines of laughter at the end of his eyes: "I'm joking."
He put down Cheng Huan's hand, interlocked his fingers and pulled her to sit on the sofa, hugged her from behind, and whispered in her ear, "Buy me clothes from now on, okay?"
"I'll think about it." Cheng Huan turned his eyes slightly and leaned back lightly. The man's chest was tightly pressed against her back. Through the fabric, the temperature of the man's body seemed to be transmitted.
"How long do you want to think about?" Jiang Mingyuan hummed, picked up his long hair and sniffed it, then asked, "Is one minute enough?"
"Stop being a rascal, how can you only take a minute to think about things?" Cheng Huan glanced at him sideways, and pulled his hair back from his hands: "And don't always touch your hands."
The other party was slightly dissatisfied: "You are mine."
Cheng Huan blushed: "That depends on the occasion."
Jiang Mingyuan followed her instructions and glanced at Xingxing who was playing with new toys not far away, put down his half-outstretched hand, straightened up, hugged the person on his lap and sat down, and asked another thing: "What are you doing?" Time to move up."
Cheng Huan: "... Isn't this too fast?"
"No, I've been waiting for a long time."
"..."
"Huh? When?" The man asked again, and then he replied self-consciously: "In the next year, when we come back from our trip, you can move in and share a room with me, okay?"
“I personally don’t agree with cohabitation before marriage…”
"You can go get married now."
"The Civil Affairs Bureau is off work."
"You can go tomorrow." The man lowered his head again, sniffing around his neck like a puppy: "How about it?"
"Jiang Mingyuan, why are you doing this!" Cheng Huanhong opened his hands on his waist with his ears open, stood up and turned around to stare at him: "You were not like this before."
"You don't like it?"
Cheng Huan: "..."
She was silent for a while, but she still didn't say that she didn't like it, and then she rolled her eyes again, turned her head and said to cook: "Anyway, you have to take your time getting married, there must be a probationary period, right?"
"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan got up and followed: "You can investigate however you want, but don't take too long."
Cheng Huan opened the refrigerator and asked casually, "What? You've revealed your true nature after too long?"
"En." The person behind him responded, paused for a moment and said, "I won't be able to bear it if it takes too long."
Cheng Huan grabbed two tomatoes, and was stunned when he heard this, and after thinking it through, he couldn't bear to throw the things over: "What are you talking about?"
It was so close that it didn't hurt when it was dropped. Jiang Mingyuan took the tomato with one hand, walked over to wash it in the sink, and asked, "How do I cut it?"
Cheng Huan couldn't react to his change, and he was stunned for a while before saying, "Cut it into cubes."
"Okay." The tomato was placed on the cutting board, the slender fingers pressed it, the blade fell, and the round tomato was cut in half from the middle.
Cheng Huan watched him move, and the kitchen became quiet again.
Jiang Mingyuan was not proficient in cutting things, but he was very serious. After cutting one, he put the tomato slices on the cutting board into the plate, and continued to cut the next one.
After waiting, Cheng Huan will make sure that he has nothing else to do, so he opens the refrigerator to get something else. The refrigerator door was opened, and she found a half chicken that had been cleaned. As soon as she touched the bag, she heard the person behind her say: "My personality is too dull and not very pleasing. My mother used to say that I was always invisible to others. No one knows what he likes or dislikes, so people can’t get close.”
The movement of his hands stopped, Cheng Huan turned around, and watched the man cut up the last piece of tomato, put it on the plate, and continued: "I feel that since the relationship is confirmed, it can't be the same as before, I have to take the initiative, no ?”
He turned his head and showed a little smile to Cheng Huan: "If there is anything you don't like, just bring it up, and I will pay attention."
"No, I don't really like it." It's just that the sudden change made her a little uncomfortable, and she just got used to it.
She pursed her lips, looked up at Jiang Mingyuan, then turned around, and took out the half chicken from the refrigerator: "How about having chestnut roast chicken at night?"
"good."
"Then help me peel the chestnuts."
"Um."
…
The days were not much different from usual. After dinner, the family used the news broadcast as the background sound to discuss tomorrow's itinerary.
Xing Xing only knew at night that he was going back to his father's hometown to see his grandpa. He was very curious about the new family and kept asking many questions, such as how old was grandpa, how tall, what he looked like, and so on.
Jiang Mingyuan was also very talkative about his father. He told Xingxing to wait, and went upstairs to get a photo by himself.
The photo is the one he kept in his study, and it shows the young version of Jiang's father and Jiang's mother and the young version of him. As soon as Xing Xing saw the photo, he let out a cry of surprise. He opened his eyes wide, pointed to the middle of the photo and asked, "Is this me?"
"This is Dad." Jiang Mingyuan explained with a smile, pointing to the photo to introduce the person on it, and told a funny story about when the photo was taken.
This was the first time he mentioned his previous affairs. Cheng Huan and Xingxing listened with great interest. Seeing that they were interested, Jiang Mingyuan picked up some other interesting things to talk about. After saying this, it was already ten o'clock, and Xing Xing was yawning so sleepy, Jiang Mingyuan put down the photo and took Xing Xing to take a bath, after taking a bath, he put his son to sleep, and went to the living room again.
Cheng Huan had just finished taking a shower and was sitting on the sofa in her pajamas. When she saw Jiang Mingyuan coming out, she got up and went over.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Mingyuan saw that she had something to say.
"Well... I'm going back to your hometown tomorrow, should I buy some presents?"
Jiang Mingyuan tucked back a strand of hair from her forehead, and said softly, "No, these assistants will prepare it, you just need to bring someone there."
"Not this." Cheng Huan gritted his teeth: "I want to ask your mother what she likes."
Cheng Huan didn't like Mrs. Jiang, whether it was in the novel or in reality, the fact that she asked someone to go to the kindergarten to draw Xing Xing's blood made her feel bad for this future "mother-in-law" whom she had never met.
But it's one thing to have a good impression, it's another thing if the other party is Jiang Mingyuan's mother, the blood relationship cannot be separated, Cheng Huan doesn't want to let a man be caught in the middle, she doesn't mind if it doesn't involve principles "Please" Mrs. Jiang a little bit.
Jiang Mingyuan could also see her thoughts, the man sighed inwardly, brushed her eyebrows with his fingertips, and said softly, "I'm just glad to meet you."
"Don't interrupt, let's talk about business." Cheng Huan grabbed his hand and pulled it down to hold it, his face was a little tangled: "Don't say it's too expensive, I can't afford it. And it's too late now, outside Many stores are closed, and I don’t know if I will be able to buy something tomorrow.”
Jiang Mingyuan lowered his head and played with her fingers: "Don't worry about these."
"Why, are you ready for this?"
"No." Jiang Mingyuan took her hand and kissed her fingertips: "There is no need for these, she is not in the country."
"Aren't you coming back for Chinese New Year!"
"If you don't come back, I probably won't come back in the future." When he mentioned his mother, the man was not very emotional, he smiled and skipped the topic: "Don't think about it, go to bed early, don't think too much like last night insomnia."
"How could it be possible to suffer from insomnia every day?" Cheng Huan pulled out his hand, snorted, and then said awkwardly, "You go to bed early, too."
"Um."
"Good night then… "
"good."
The man kept watching her without moving, Cheng Huan stopped there to think for a moment, and suddenly stood on tiptoe to touch the other's lips.
"Night… "
As soon as a word was uttered, the rest of the words were swallowed. The hand covering the back of the head made her unable to escape. This kiss was far more intense than the one in the afternoon. The man moved fiercely, as if he wanted to eat her into his stomach.
His mouth was thoroughly explored before Cheng Huan was finally let go. The man was breathing heavily and his eyes were particularly dark. He stretched out his hand, wiped off the water stains on the lips in front of him with his thumb, and kissed lightly again. Then I said goodbye again: "I'm going up."
"Go." Cheng Huan was a little flustered by his flipping. She waved her hand, hesitated for a few seconds, and followed the person to the elevator. The elevator closed, blocking the view of the person inside.
Cheng Huan let out a breath, tested the temperature on her face with the back of her hand, bit her lip and went back to the room, changed her clothes and went to bed, wrapped herself in the quilt from head to toe, after a while, the quilt opened a crack, and peeked inside With his head out, Cheng Huan took a deep breath of the fresh air outside, then patted his face again: "Sleep, sleep."
After speaking, he rewrapped the quilt tightly and closed his eyes, this time leaving his head outside.
…
Although there were many things on her mind, Cheng Huan slept well that night. It was only six o'clock when she woke up in the morning. She woke up slowly and prepared breakfast. The kitchen was tired and crooked for a while, and after breakfast, the man came to help her clean up again.
This time I will stay in my hometown for three days and three nights. After the afternoon, I will come back from the second day of junior high school. The time is short, so I don’t need to prepare too many clothes. It’s just that the winter clothes are bulky, so I finally packed two large suitcases.
The luggage was ready and put aside. After Cheng Huan washed her hands and applied hand cream, she carefully took care of every corner of her fingers, and suddenly remembered to ask: "By the way, where are we having New Year's Eve dinner?"
The Jiang family is not a small family. Father Guangjiang has four brothers and sisters, and there are more in the previous generation. Grandpa Jiang has eight brothers and sisters, and each brother and sister has given birth to many next generations. Nearly a hundred relatives.
Grandpa Jiang Mingyuan also passed away early. Father Jiang and his brothers were brought up by their great-grandfather, who was ninety-five years old, and his body was quite healthy. Jiang Mingyuan went back to pay homage to his father, and to visit this grandpa.
He almost fell out with the uncles and brothers of Grandpa Jiang's branch, but his relationship with others is good. Most people want to curry favor with him, and several families compete to invite him to a meal.
It's just that it was before, this year he brought his family with him, so it's not easy to go to other people's house again.
"I'll book a table."
"Let's do it ourselves."
The two spoke at the same time, and looked at each other after they finished speaking. Cheng Huan smiled and waved his hands when he heard what he said: "What's the point of eating other people's food for the New Year's Eve dinner? It's fun to do it yourself. Didn't you say there is a kitchen in the villa?"
"have… "
"Then let's go buy something and make it ourselves. The Chinese New Year must have the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year." She thought that when she was a child, she would make a lot of things with her grandpa for the New Year. Can I buy something there?"
"have"
"Then cook it yourself, there are only three of us, and you don't need to cook too much. By the way, what kind of food do you like, do you like shrimp?"
"like."
"Sure enough, it's my own. Your son likes shrimp too." Cheng Huan wrote it down in the memo on his phone, and asked him what type of shrimp he likes. Jiang Mingyuan said it was fine.
"It's too late now, and I'm sure I can't buy a lot of things. I still prefer green shrimp, which have a lot of meat."
"Then I want this."
"Depending on the situation, you may not be able to buy it."
"Yes." Jiang Mingyuan said softly. While Cheng Huan was thinking about the dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner, he went out and made a call.
"Help me see that the kitchen utensils at home are not complete, and make up for the incomplete ones. Also, prepare the ingredients, ask for fresh shrimp, and send them by air."