Meng Jiefu would chat with Qingzhi every day, talking about his childhood, talking about her childhood, talking about her later, and talking about the two of them.
He asked her to go to the Botanical Garden to see the cherry blossoms early on Saturday.
Meng Jiefu sent Qingzhi home on Friday. The next day, Qingzhi rose early and worked in the kitchen wearing an apron.
Prepare the raw ingredients to make soy milk to warm your stomach, make bean paste buns by yourself, and steam purple potatoes.
Meng Jiefu called her at 8 a.m. on Saturday.
Qingzhi was about to ask him when he would leave, but Meng Jiefu said apologetically: Qingzhi, I am going to break the appointment today. I just received a call from the boss. There is an important project that I need to follow up. I will rush to City B for the noon flight and I will not be able to come back on Tuesday.
OK, understand.Qingzhi said in understanding that work is important, you go and remember to have breakfast.
Meng Jiefu couldn't help but feel lost: Director Jiang was originally responsible for this project, but I don't know how it fell on me. Although it was a happy event in my career, I couldn't say I was happy.
Originally it was Brother Mian Zhong’s project?Or a big project?
Qingzhi was stunned.
Meng Jiefu said regretfully again: Qingzhi, I will be very busy these days and may not be able to call you every night.
There are many specialties in City B, what do you want to eat?He asked softly.
Qingzhi came back from her trance: No, please pay attention to rest and wish you a smooth work.
Meng Jiefu said a few more words, and Qingzhi reminded him to go for breakfast to catch the plane, and Meng Jiefu obediently carried out.
Qingzhi stood in the center of the kitchen, untied her apron, took out the beautifully colored soft and sweet purple potatoes in the steamer, and packed the buns and purple potatoes in transparent safe boxes respectively.
There are several people who have taken out their own and grandma’s portion.
I don’t know if Aunt Yang and Brother Mian Zhong and others had breakfast?
She passed the corridor and knocked on the opposite door.
Jiang Mianzhong opened the door.
He was wearing a gray loose casual sportswear, sweating on his forehead and half-wet hair. He seemed to have just returned from a morning run.
He was tall, and every time he saw Qingzhi, he would bow his head, naturally looking down at Qingzhi.
A drop of transparent sweat slowly slid down from his high nose bridge and fell straight down.
It was like a temptation that dripped into her heart.
Qingzhi felt a little dry and dry for some reason. She quickly lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at it carefully.
...Brother Mian Zhong, have you had breakfast?
In order to cover up her loss of composure, she shyly raised the pot of soy milk served by three people and two fresh-keeping boxes and handed it to him.
Jiang Mianzhong looked at her, pulled the door wide open, reached out to take the food from her hand, and came in.
Qingzhi blinked, took two steps back, and shook his hand with a smile, "No need, I'll go home to eat."
Jiang Mianzhong asked: Haven’t you eaten yet?
Qingzhi nodded.
Take it over and eat it soon.He paused for a moment, his tone was consistently serious.
Qingzhi said oh, turned around and went back to the room, transferring his breakfast too.
Aunt Yang went out to play with her sisters. Uncle Jiang would go to the nearby mountain climbing every weekend morning, and now they all went out.
Qingzhi came to Aunt Yang's house and rarely lived in the same room with Jiang Mianzhong. When she saw him, she just closed the door naturally, but for some reason, she suddenly blushed and her heart was beating, and she was so nervous.
In fact, this room was as familiar as her own, but now she was standing in the living room with a sense of inconvenience that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.
Jiang Mianzhong glanced at her, why didn’t you sit down? The first time I came to my house?
Qingzhi lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at him, and moved his eyes, just looking at his sweaty clothes, but couldn't help but think about it.
This shouldn't be done.
She cursed herself secretly, her eyes widened as if they were burned, and she shook her head suddenly, No...No...
Her face was flushed and extremely nervous.
She knew that no matter how she looked like this, she showed her fault. Some of the little secrets she deliberately hid seemed to be broken soon.
Jiang Mianzhong has been recalling his relationship with her this week. He has long wanted to find out what happened when he ate Zuo Xin's words.
I finally found an opportunity today.
He walked steadily towards her and called her name: Qingzhi?
Qingzhi was startled and hid back immediately.
He he he he, he came over.
It's getting closer and closer, and it's about to post it.
The green branches had nowhere to retreat, and their soft back touched the hard back of the door.
A shadow covered Qingzhi's body. Qingzhi breathed a little faster and did not dare to look at him. Well, Brother Mian Zhong...
Jiang Mianzhong lowered his head, his lips approached her face as red as a mimosa, and there was a bit of lust in his voice. What are you hiding?
No...I haven't been hiding anything... She was stuttering.
His eyes were deep and he asked tentatively: Do you like me?
Qingzhi's rationality has collapsed. She was too guilty, but her instinct made her shake her head quickly. What ah, nothing is there...
Jiang Mian Zhongxin was in a state of sanity: Don’t lie to me.
Really... Really... The lower the green twig's face drooped, and he continued to lie vaguely, no... no dislike it.
Why are your face so red?Jiang Mianzhong laughed.
……… Qingzhi denied it, boring.
Little liar.Jiang Mianzhong already had a conclusion in his mind.
If he can't see the clues anymore, he is a perfect fool.
After two weeks of depression, the clouds suddenly disappeared, and the mist dissipated. He leaned over and kissed Qingzhiying and moistening her fair forehead.
Qingzhizheng stopped and looked at him in a daze.
Jiang Mianzhong's lips curled up, Green branches, I like you.
Qingzhi was on the spot, her forehead was so hot that she couldn't tell the direction, so she raised her head and looked at him blankly.
What?
What did he say?
He asked her to go to the Botanical Garden to see the cherry blossoms early on Saturday.
Meng Jiefu sent Qingzhi home on Friday. The next day, Qingzhi rose early and worked in the kitchen wearing an apron.
Prepare the raw ingredients to make soy milk to warm your stomach, make bean paste buns by yourself, and steam purple potatoes.
Meng Jiefu called her at 8 a.m. on Saturday.
Qingzhi was about to ask him when he would leave, but Meng Jiefu said apologetically: Qingzhi, I am going to break the appointment today. I just received a call from the boss. There is an important project that I need to follow up. I will rush to City B for the noon flight and I will not be able to come back on Tuesday.
OK, understand.Qingzhi said in understanding that work is important, you go and remember to have breakfast.
Meng Jiefu couldn't help but feel lost: Director Jiang was originally responsible for this project, but I don't know how it fell on me. Although it was a happy event in my career, I couldn't say I was happy.
Originally it was Brother Mian Zhong’s project?Or a big project?
Qingzhi was stunned.
Meng Jiefu said regretfully again: Qingzhi, I will be very busy these days and may not be able to call you every night.
There are many specialties in City B, what do you want to eat?He asked softly.
Qingzhi came back from her trance: No, please pay attention to rest and wish you a smooth work.
Meng Jiefu said a few more words, and Qingzhi reminded him to go for breakfast to catch the plane, and Meng Jiefu obediently carried out.
Qingzhi stood in the center of the kitchen, untied her apron, took out the beautifully colored soft and sweet purple potatoes in the steamer, and packed the buns and purple potatoes in transparent safe boxes respectively.
There are several people who have taken out their own and grandma’s portion.
I don’t know if Aunt Yang and Brother Mian Zhong and others had breakfast?
She passed the corridor and knocked on the opposite door.
Jiang Mianzhong opened the door.
He was wearing a gray loose casual sportswear, sweating on his forehead and half-wet hair. He seemed to have just returned from a morning run.
He was tall, and every time he saw Qingzhi, he would bow his head, naturally looking down at Qingzhi.
A drop of transparent sweat slowly slid down from his high nose bridge and fell straight down.
It was like a temptation that dripped into her heart.
Qingzhi felt a little dry and dry for some reason. She quickly lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at it carefully.
...Brother Mian Zhong, have you had breakfast?
In order to cover up her loss of composure, she shyly raised the pot of soy milk served by three people and two fresh-keeping boxes and handed it to him.
Jiang Mianzhong looked at her, pulled the door wide open, reached out to take the food from her hand, and came in.
Qingzhi blinked, took two steps back, and shook his hand with a smile, "No need, I'll go home to eat."
Jiang Mianzhong asked: Haven’t you eaten yet?
Qingzhi nodded.
Take it over and eat it soon.He paused for a moment, his tone was consistently serious.
Qingzhi said oh, turned around and went back to the room, transferring his breakfast too.
Aunt Yang went out to play with her sisters. Uncle Jiang would go to the nearby mountain climbing every weekend morning, and now they all went out.
Qingzhi came to Aunt Yang's house and rarely lived in the same room with Jiang Mianzhong. When she saw him, she just closed the door naturally, but for some reason, she suddenly blushed and her heart was beating, and she was so nervous.
In fact, this room was as familiar as her own, but now she was standing in the living room with a sense of inconvenience that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.
Jiang Mianzhong glanced at her, why didn’t you sit down? The first time I came to my house?
Qingzhi lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at him, and moved his eyes, just looking at his sweaty clothes, but couldn't help but think about it.
This shouldn't be done.
She cursed herself secretly, her eyes widened as if they were burned, and she shook her head suddenly, No...No...
Her face was flushed and extremely nervous.
She knew that no matter how she looked like this, she showed her fault. Some of the little secrets she deliberately hid seemed to be broken soon.
Jiang Mianzhong has been recalling his relationship with her this week. He has long wanted to find out what happened when he ate Zuo Xin's words.
I finally found an opportunity today.
He walked steadily towards her and called her name: Qingzhi?
Qingzhi was startled and hid back immediately.
He he he he, he came over.
It's getting closer and closer, and it's about to post it.
The green branches had nowhere to retreat, and their soft back touched the hard back of the door.
A shadow covered Qingzhi's body. Qingzhi breathed a little faster and did not dare to look at him. Well, Brother Mian Zhong...
Jiang Mianzhong lowered his head, his lips approached her face as red as a mimosa, and there was a bit of lust in his voice. What are you hiding?
No...I haven't been hiding anything... She was stuttering.
His eyes were deep and he asked tentatively: Do you like me?
Qingzhi's rationality has collapsed. She was too guilty, but her instinct made her shake her head quickly. What ah, nothing is there...
Jiang Mian Zhongxin was in a state of sanity: Don’t lie to me.
Really... Really... The lower the green twig's face drooped, and he continued to lie vaguely, no... no dislike it.
Why are your face so red?Jiang Mianzhong laughed.
……… Qingzhi denied it, boring.
Little liar.Jiang Mianzhong already had a conclusion in his mind.
If he can't see the clues anymore, he is a perfect fool.
After two weeks of depression, the clouds suddenly disappeared, and the mist dissipated. He leaned over and kissed Qingzhiying and moistening her fair forehead.
Qingzhizheng stopped and looked at him in a daze.
Jiang Mianzhong's lips curled up, Green branches, I like you.
Qingzhi was on the spot, her forehead was so hot that she couldn't tell the direction, so she raised her head and looked at him blankly.
What?
What did he say?
![[Urban Novels] You Ling, a beautiful wife who was occupied by Yu Shao - Plot, NTR, wife, mature girl](/templates/nvshen/themes/img/thumb_1.png)