Chapter 11 Clothes Wrinkle

Xie Qingcen started the car again and parked it under Building No. 9 with ease.

As soon as the car was parked, Ruan Liuzheng opened the door and got out with his son.

Although it was very impolite, she really couldn't say "thank you" because of what happened just now.

Being restrained by the same person twice in one day, no matter how well-mannered one is, he or she will probably not be able to maintain his original composure.

Xie Qingcen got out of the car slowly, looking at Ruan Liuzheng's disappearing figure, his eyebrows slightly raised, but he was not angry.

He locked the car and followed at a leisurely pace.

In the building, just as Ruan Liuzheng walked into the elevator, he heard footsteps behind him.

She raised her eyes, saw who it was, and frowned slightly.

This man is so difficult!

She pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Xie, you probably have no reason to follow me now."

Looking at her unhappy and vigilant eyes, Xie Qingcen chuckled twice and said slowly, "I'm not following you. Is it possible that I also live in this building?"

Ruan Liuzheng was slightly startled, looking extremely surprised.

Not only do they live in the same community, but also the same building?

This... is such a coincidence!

After being surprised, looking at Xie Qingcen's teasing eyes, Ruan Liuzheng coughed lightly twice, and a hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

She looked away awkwardly and stopped talking.

But until the elevator stopped on the 20th floor, where Ruan Liuzheng lived, she did not see Xie Qingcen move.

This made her doubt again.

Xie Qingcen and Ruan Liuzheng walked down the elevator together. Xie Qingcen raised her hand and shook the key in her hand. She pointed at the house opposite Ruan Liuzheng's house with her eyes, "Miss Ruan, what a coincidence! It seems that we are neighbors."

His smile was somewhat cunning.

As early as when he learned that Ruan Liuzheng lived in Yuelan Huafu, he had a vague premonition in his heart. Sure enough, when he saw the specific floor of Ruan Liuzheng's house, his guess was completely confirmed.

Xie Qingcen had been holding back all the way, just waiting for this moment. He observed Ruan Liuzheng, not missing any changes on her face.

Ruan Liuzheng raised her eyes, with surprise, astonishment and disbelief in her eyes.

This can no longer be described as a coincidence.

What kind of evil fate could make them so entangled in just one day!

Ruan Liuzheng looked at the teasing expression on Xie Qingcen's face, took a deep breath, and finally could only force a smile and said, "Well, it's indeed a coincidence. If there's nothing else, I'll go home first."

After saying that, Ruan Liuzheng took two steps forward holding her son, arrived at the door of her home, scanned his face and opened the door.

"Wait a moment!"

Xie Qingcen walked forward quickly, holding Ruan Liuzheng's arm with one hand, frowning slightly, and said with a smile, "Add your contact information, new neighbor."

His eyes were gentle and his tone was polite.

Although the behavior was slightly offensive, it did not make Ruan Liuzheng feel uncomfortable this time.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to being the modest gentleman he was when they first met during the day.

Everything that happened downstairs just now seemed like Ruan Liuzheng's illusion.

Ruan Liuzheng pursed her lips and at this moment remembered the help he had given her today. It was indeed necessary to add a contact method.

After all, favors must be repaid.

She said, "184..."

He reported a string of numbers in a calm tone.

Xie Qingcen curled his lips, nodded at Ruan Liuzheng, then let go of her hand without further entanglement.

That’s all. We have gained enough today.

He stood there and entered the string of numbers that Ruan Liuzheng had just said into his address book. After confirming that it was correct, he turned around and went back to his house.

…

The next day, seven in the morning.

Fu Jingcheng was a small ball, lying on the dining table, looking bitterly at the piece of food on the plate that was so charred that it could no longer be recognized.

The little mouth was tightly pursed.

He frowned and looked at his mother who was wearing an apron beside him, and said seriously, "Mom, is this really the breakfast you made?"

Ruan Liuzheng coughed twice, a hint of embarrassment flashed across her eyes, and she almost didn't dare to look her son in the eye.

She has strong hands-on skills and an active mind.

Whatever you want to do, you can learn it just by watching it once.

However, cooking is an exception.

No matter in the past or now, no matter how seriously and carefully Ruan Liuzheng studied, her cooking skills still did not improve.

There is even a tendency to regress.

After a long while, as if accepting her fate, Ruan Liuzheng sighed, untied her apron, took her son's hand, and said, "Let's go, let's go to the restaurant downstairs for breakfast today."

Fu Jingcheng nodded helplessly. This was all he could do.

After a while, the mother and son dressed neatly and went out. While waiting for the elevator, the door of the room opposite was opened.

I saw——

Xie Qingcen was wearing a dark blue suit with the buttons of his collar buttoned up to the top. He had delicate eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and dark eyes like deep pools that could easily capture people's hearts.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the moment he saw Ruan Liuzheng, the corners of his lips seemed to rise slightly.

Very shallow, almost imperceptible.

Ruan Liuzheng's heart trembled.

Even though I had seen him once yesterday, I couldn't help but be amazed by him again.

This man really has the potential to be a disaster.

"Thank you, uncle!"

While Ruan Liuzheng was distracted, Xie Qingcen had already walked up to the mother and son, and Fu Jingcheng could not hide his joy at all.

He happily threw himself into Xie Qingcen's arms, his big eyes like black grapes sparkling like stars.

Xie Qingcen also picked up Fu Jingcheng without any hesitation, smiling, "Good morning, kid!"

He moved decisively, without giving any thought to whether Fu Jingcheng would wrinkle his suit or make him look undignified in front of others.

No, or rather, I don't mind at all.

He was frank, and Fu Jingcheng was a little at a loss.

He raised his hands, somewhat afraid to touch Xie Qingcen, pursed his lips and said, "Uncle, I will wrinkle your clothes, please put me down."

Xie Qingcen's eyes widened, and he looked a little surprised.

Then he hugged Fu Jingcheng tighter and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's just a piece of clothing, how can it be more important than you, a child!"

Fu Jingcheng was stunned for a moment, he blinked, and said cautiously, "Really? Uncle Xie, are you really not worried that I will wrinkle your clothes?"

Xie Qingcen shook his head. He raised his hand and held Fu Jingcheng to his chest, proving with practical actions that he really didn't mind.

Fu Jingcheng smiled.

He leaned on Xie Qingcen's shoulder affectionately, his two little hands tightly around his neck.

It is a wholehearted dependence.

Looking at the two people getting along happily together, Ruan Liuzheng's eyes dimmed slightly.

Xie Qingcen might not know why his son kept asking him for confirmation, but Ruan Liuzheng knew it very well.

Because Fu Yanci once threw away a coat in disgust because of his son's excited hug early in the morning.

At that time, my son was only three years old, and it was the time for him to experience the outside world.

But I didn't expect that the first bit of malice I received came from my own father.

Fu Yanci's reason was simple: if his clothes were wrinkled, he would not be able to appear in the company decently, which would damage his image as the president.

How absurd, how ridiculous!

From then on, no matter how much his son missed Fu Yanci and got excited when he saw him, he would no longer rush over to hug him.

And Fu Yanci didn't give his son another chance.