Meng Fu, who was always annoyed by netizens, suddenly had his brain exploded and went blank in an instant.
Su Cheng's fingertips squeezed into the gaps between her other hand that was not holding the phone. Meng Fu's palm was delicate and soft because she hadn't done anything in the past two years, but Su Cheng's palm had calluses and there were also slight gun calluses between his fingers.
His left hand was still tightly clasped around her waist, and his right hand slipped between her fingers, pressing them against the back of the chair. His whole aura was filled with a domineering smell.
The narrow and cramped space in the car seemed hot and ambiguous because the air conditioner was on.
Meng Fu moved her hand, but he pressed her tighter. Su Cheng tilted his head slightly, put his nose against her face, and kissed her lips gently. His eyes, which were usually cold, seemed to be filled with fire at this moment, and it was scorching and compelling even in the dark car, and could not be ignored.
Both of them had little experience, but Su Cheng instinctively and lightly bit her lips. She could feel her hand, which was pressed against the back of the chair by him, tremble slightly.
An overwhelming scorching heat swept over.
In the dim parking lot and the dim driver's seat, Meng Fu's cell phone was placed in the tiny gap between the two of them, lighting up again and again.
It was a WeChat message that Yang Lai sent her.
Ask her if her agent has arrived.
...
...
Su Cheng paused for a moment, then kissed the corner of her mouth again, his lips slowly moving upwards. He looked at her eyes, which were always careless and frivolous, and a layer of mist covered them. His eyes dimmed slightly, but he forced himself to hold back and only restrained himself and kissed her eyes.
His nose was still pressed against her face, and his voice became slightly hoarse: "It's my uncle."
This is a voice that Meng Fu has never been able to resist.
He pressed his face against Meng Fu's, slowly calming down, but his fingers were still firmly pressed into her fingers, not moving at all.
The other hand that was clasped around her waist moved to her hand holding the phone, and took her to pick up the phone. He put his lips to her ear and smiled lightly, saying in a low and slow voice: "He seems very anxious and sent a lot of messages."
Meng Fu's hand was held by him. She lowered her head and her phone automatically unlocked to the WeChat page. Yang Lai sent more than a dozen WeChat messages in a row. She just came back to her senses, "Ah, he asked me where I was."
She clicked on the emoticon package, found a suitable one and replied.
Yang Lai thought about it, asked someone for an emoticon pack with the word "received", and sent it back to Meng Fu.
She raised her head and met Su Cheng's still scorching gaze, "No, you..."
"Since you don't want to sell yourself," Su Cheng lowered his eyebrows, looked directly into her eyes, and said in a low and hoarse voice, with a chuckle, he whispered in her ear: "Then I will sell it to you, do you want it?"
Meng Fu was still held by him, and her half-awake brain actually thought seriously for a moment, "Maybe... I can't afford it."
Su Cheng found her lips again in the dim car, and said in a hoarse and vague voice: "If I can afford it, I will pay for it."
Meng Fu's impression of his gentle and elegant appearance was almost ingrained in her mind, but now she was a little shaken.
**
at the same time.
Yang family.
Yang Lai, who finally received a reply from Meng Fu, breathed a sigh of relief. He paused as he looked at Yang Hua who was talking to Madam Yang.
Yang Hua isn't worried at all after not being able to contact Meng Fu for such a long time?
Last time in the hospital, Meng Fu was in a coma. Yang Lai remembered Mrs. Yang's description of Yang Hua's miserable appearance. Why has it changed now?
Yang Lai retracted his gaze and looked at Butler Yang: "Dean Li and the others have left?"
When he came back, the cars and people at the door had disappeared.
Butler Yang seemed to have come back to his senses. He looked at Yang Lai and paused. The matter about Jiang Xinchen was almost at the tip of his throat, but he still stopped, "Well, Dean Li did not stay for dinner. He left after talking to the young master."
Yang Lai nodded. He was not surprised by this.
Given the protection those people provide him, it is impossible for Dean Li to eat out casually.
After Butler Yang finished talking to Yang Lai, he returned to his room. It was already late at this time, so Yang Lai and the others just thought that Butler Yang went back to rest and didn't say anything.
Butler Yang's room.
He sat at his desk, holding a book, but he didn't read it. He looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.
Around eleven o'clock.
There was a knock on Butler Yang's door.
It was the Yang family's driver. He was holding a black and white paper box. Butler Yang quickly opened the door and let him in.
The driver opened the box, revealing a beautiful fighter model. He handed it to Butler Yang and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "This is a limited edition worldwide. I got it from a collector."
Butler Yang took a look and found that this model looked more realistic than the one Jiang Xinchen had made yesterday.
He also had some vision. This model alone was very expensive. A six-digit price was probably enough to compensate Jiang Xinchen.
"Okay." Butler Yang put away the model and asked the driver to leave.
After he left, Butler Yang couldn't sleep. Jiang Xinchen didn't come down to eat that night. He knew that it was more or less influenced by Pei Xi.
After a long while, Butler Yang got up from the bed and went outside to look at the lights upstairs.
The light in Jiang Xinchen's room was on. Butler Yang was silent for a moment, then took his model and went upstairs to find Jiang Xinchen.
As expected, he was not asleep. He opened the door very calmly, his eyebrows slightly dim, and said, "Butler Yang."
"This is a new model I found," Butler Yang handed him the box and moved his lips, "It's a limited edition. The boss said that you boys like it. Do you like it?"
Jiang Xinchen just looked at Butler Yang without saying anything, his eyes were as dark as a deep pool.
Butler Yang was silent for a moment, then he opened the gift box and showed Jiang Xinchen the airplane model inside, "Take a look."
"I don't want it." Jiang Xinchen shook his head.
Butler Yang was silent for a moment. He looked at Jiang Xinchen with a deep gaze. "You also know Miss Pei's identity. You may not have heard of the Duan and Ren families, but you should know that she can make you drop out of No. 1 Middle School with just one word. You also know that our teachers have to listen to Old Madam Duan. Miss Pei is now a popular figure in front of the old lady. You don't want your sister to have a hard time in the entertainment industry, do you?"
Jiang Xinchen looked up suddenly.
Butler Yang looked at him quietly.
"Butler Yang, what are you two doing?" The door of Yang Zhaolin's room opened. He was standing diagonally opposite Jiang Xinchen, looking at the two of them suspiciously.
Butler Yang's expression changed.
Jiang Xinchen took the model from Butler Yang and looked at Yang Zhaolin. He clenched his hands, which were hanging on both sides, with a normal expression, "Butler Yang saw that I went to bed late at night, so he brought me some milk."
Butler Yang's tense back immediately relaxed. He tilted his head and looked at Yang Zhaolin, "Yes, Master, you should also go to bed early. Good night."
He didn't dare to look at Yang Zhaolin and turned around and walked downstairs.
Jiang Xinchen's door was half open, and his hand holding the box was blocked by the door. He looked at Yang Zhaolin and said good night to him.
Then he closed the door.
Diagonally opposite, Yang Zhaolin frowned slightly.
He stood there for a while, then frowned and knocked on Jiang Xinchen's door.
Inside the house, Jiang Xinchen looked at the gift box on the table, took a deep breath, and when he heard the knock on the door, he calmed down and calmed down for a long time, then walked over and opened the door.
It’s Yang Zhaolin.
Yang Zhaolin glanced at him, said nothing, and walked around him and went inside.
Jiang Xinchen was stunned for a moment, followed him, and said quickly: "Brother..."
"What is this?" Yang Zhaolin saw the cardboard box, reached out to open it and saw that it was a model airplane.
Jiang Xinchen took a pen and went to do his homework, then shrugged, "It's okay, Butler Yang saw that I liked airplane models, so he gave this to me."
"A gift for you?" Butler Yang and the servants in the house all liked Jiang Xinchen very much, and Yang Zhaolin knew all of this.
Yang Zhaolin was not surprised to hear that Butler Yang gave Jiang Xinchen an airplane model. He looked at the glass of milk on Jiang Xinchen's desk and didn't find anything wrong.
He frowned slightly, glanced at Jiang Xinchen, and then rubbed his head, "I see, don't do your homework, go to bed early, staying up late affects your IQ."
"Okay." Jiang Xinchen lowered his eyelashes.
Fortunately, it wasn’t Meng Fu who came today, otherwise his poor acting skills would not have fooled her.
Yang Zhaolin went out and closed the door for Jiang Xinchen. Then he looked in the direction of Jiang Xinchen's door, then looked in the direction of downstairs, and frowned slightly.
There was something Jiang Xinchen didn't want him to know.
He frowned and went back to his room thoughtfully.
There were a circle of bookshelves in his room, and a small blackboard with a bunch of formulas written on it. He didn't read them, but just looked at the phone on the table and made a call.
"No way, you're looking for me so late?" The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be in the mood to be disturbed.
Yang Zhaolin ignored him and said, "Collect some out-of-print airplane models for me."
"Master, what do you want this for?"
"Just send it to me, quickly." Yang Zhaolin sorted the books on the table.
"Okay," the other end didn't ask any more questions. There was a rustling sound, and then the voice became a little more empty. "Which address should I send it to? Your home or Yang's?"
Yang Zhaolin has a place to live outside, but recently due to academic issues, he has been living in Yang's house. He thought about it and said, "Let's go to Yang's house."
**
Pei family.
Yang Baoyi looked at Pei Xi, "You should also keep your distance from the Duan family and be reserved. Shen Min's family is different from ours."
Pei Xi nodded, "I know."
"Your grandmother likes you very much," Yang Baoyi smiled, "Can you bring Shen Min to her birthday party later?"
"Yeah." Pei Xi nodded.
Yang Baoyi paused again, "His brother..."
Pei Xi's mind immediately flashed with that cold back figure, "He... I didn't even see his front face."
It may be difficult to invite him.
Yang Baoyi also knew that seeing Duan Shenmin today was already a pleasant surprise.
"The research institute also values you now. Everyone knows that you know Dean Li," Yang Baoyi looked at Pei Xi, "Someone in Yang's company even praised your patent to me."
Pei Xi paused and changed the subject, "My cousin has hope of going to the Federation."
"Yeah," Yang Baoyi remembered another thing after saying this, and lowered her lips: "Your uncle likes Jiang Xinchen very much."
Pei Xi sneered, "Uncle is in the middle of the situation and can't see Meng Fu clearly."
Yang Baoyi no longer thinks highly of Meng Fu, Meng Xun, and Yang Zhaolin, but still has to rely on Yang Lai's financial resources. "Meng Fu is just a girl, and she can't threaten you. You are too impatient."
Pei Xi didn't say anything. She naturally didn't think Meng Fu could threaten her. She just...
I just can't stand Meng Fu's impatience to show off.
"It's just a model airplane," Pei Xi didn't care much and smiled sarcastically, "Can he turn the tables?"
She has higher standards now. With Duan Shenmin and the Ren family around, and the support of the research institute behind her, she even looks down on Yang Lai.
"You can't say that. Your uncle personally arranged Jiang Xinchen's studies. If this matter is not handled properly, it will cause estrangement." Yang Baoyi frowned, "I'll have someone buy him a new airplane model."
Pei Xi didn't care much about it. She felt that Yang Baoyi's behavior was unnecessary, but she didn't say anything.
**
Su Cheng's residence.
After he came back, he was still very busy, holding a video conference with Su Xian in the lobby downstairs.
Meng Fu could hear his perfunctory voice from a distance.
She washed the dishes and took a shower, then went downstairs to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. Su Cheng had come back and put the milk in the stove to boil and set the temperature.
The temperature is just right at this time.
Meng Fu looked at the milk and drank it carelessly, but her eyes were wandering around the refrigerator.
Su Cheng was originally impatient to deal with the group of people from the Su family. When he saw Meng Fu coming down, he lost his patience. Looking at the faces of the elders on the computer, he said indifferently, "That's it."
Still the same cold and unsmiling face.
Before Su Xian could say anything, he turned off the video.
"You can stay in the room upstairs tonight." Su Cheng put the computer on the table and walked into the kitchen. Seeing the small pot she had placed there casually, he reached out and picked it up, washed the pot, and put it neatly in Su Di's cabinet.
His tone was still Su Cheng's style, but the way he looked at her contained a hint of tenderness.
Meng Fu knew that he had some mysophobia.
She looked away, walked outside, saw his computer, and asked casually, "Isn't that your room?"
Su Cheng's place is big, but there are not many rooms. Apart from the master bedroom, there is only one second bedroom.
"Well," Su Cheng put the lid away, "I live in the other room. I don't come here often. Su Di and his family have lived in the second bedroom."
Although Su Cheng had the bed sheets changed after staying there once.
Meng Fu said "oh" and kept drinking milk, her eyes fell on Su Cheng's computer.
His computer was not available on the market. Meng Fu took a look and knew it was a concept machine from the laboratory. She moved her eyes to the computer desktop.
His computer desktop is very clean and tidy.
Su Cheng sat beside her, one hand casually resting on the sofa behind her, thinking about what she said that night.
He took out his phone and found an avatar——
[I have reserved a house in the city center and will give you the owner's information tomorrow. 】
Dou Tian: [OK, three days]
Meng Fu saw a familiar software icon and tilted her head: "Have you ever entered the game?"
She couldn't imagine him playing games.
Su Cheng looked at Dou Tian's reply, paused, and then said "hmm" calmly.
Meng Fu pondered for a moment, "Then why don't you add me?" She sat on the sofa and raised her chin, "Open the PK list, I'm number one."
Su Cheng didn't say anything, just looked up and looked at her with a pair of deep eyes.
Meng Fu couldn't help but sit up straight when she was looked at.
Su Cheng looked at her for a while, then suddenly spoke lazily, "Lock the door at night."
Meng Fu looked up: "......?"
"Forget it, it's useless." Su Cheng said slowly.
**
The next day.
Jiang Xinchen returned the airplane model to Butler Yang and continued to ask Jiang Yu about the house.
Butler Yang didn't dare to make any big moves. After Yang Baoyi also gave him a plane model, he returned the plane model to Yang Baoyi and told her about Jiang Xinchen's condition, "Miss Baoyi, Young Master Jiang doesn't need the plane model. He...he won't tell anyone. Don't worry, although he is a child, he knows his limits."
On the other end of the phone, Yang Baoyi frowned.
She looked at the returned airplane model with a frown on her face.
She is also a businesswoman and is suspicious by nature.
It would be fine if Jiang Xinchen accepted the airplane model, Yang Baoyi would definitely not think too much about it.
She couldn't help it if she didn't accept it at this time.
"Director Yang?" The secretary beside him looked at Yang Baoyi.
Yang Baoyi came back to her senses. She glanced at the secretary and said calmly, "Find your former brothers and help me warn someone. He has to go to the school to transfer files today. I'll give you the information later."
The secretary had obviously helped her deal with a lot of such things.
He glanced at Yang Baoyi and nodded, "I understand."
He left quietly.
After the secretary left, Yang Baoyi stood in front of the window, watched the black car leave below, then turned back and reopened the document.
She has always been steady in her work. If Yang Lai knew what happened to Pei Xi yesterday, it would not be good for them.
I can only attack Jiang Xinchen.
Yang Baoyi lowered her eyes and flipped through the documents in her hand.
I hope Jiang Xinchen can understand what's good for him.
**
Yang family.
Meng Fu came in the morning and talked to Jiang Xinchen about the house.
Madam Yang went out to look for her group of ladies, and this time she brought Yang Hua with her. The servants said that Madam Yang was going to take Yang Hua for a spa.
Jiang Xinchen went to school.
Yang Zhaolin went to the research institute early in the morning.
He should have joined Duan Shenmin's team.
"Miss Afu, have some milk." The servant brought Meng Fu a glass of milk.
As the two were talking, servants came in carrying a bunch of things.
Meng Fu took a look and saw something written on it: "Do not touch valuables."
"This is what the eldest young master bought for Young Master Jiang," the person who delivered the gift had already explained it to the servant. He looked at Meng Fu and explained with a smile, "Yesterday Young Master Jiang played with the flying machine you made for a whole day."
He glanced at the trademark and exclaimed, "Ah!" "It's a collector's edition? Where did you get these?"
Meng Fu looked at these obviously expensive things, walked around them, and then said "tsk", "Can Jiang Xinchen be so expensive now?"
She doesn't play with models, but she knows that these collectibles are very expensive.
Yang Zhaolin is indeed a wealthy man, he builds a collection room with every purchase he makes.
Meng Fu glanced at it, then walked upstairs with the milk and waved to the servants, "I'll go to Xinchen's room to check, you don't have to worry about me."
There are very few things in Jiang Xinchen's room.
Meng Fu raised her eyebrows when she saw that his box and books were packed. She sat down at his desk and opened the exercises he had not finished, which he had sent to her last night. He had finished writing them and was only one step away.
Meng Fu took the pen and filled in this step.
In his pocket, his cell phone rang. It was Su Cheng. "Are you going to have lunch at Yang's?"
Meng Fu put her hand to her ear, fiddled with the drawer, and said lazily, "I think so? I'll take him to see the house after dinner."
She also wanted to see Yang Zhaolin's generosity.
Su Cheng must be talking to someone. He replied quietly, "I'll call you when the time comes."
Meng Fu lowered her head and nonchalantly closed the drawer she had opened.
When he was about to close it, his hand paused.
Her eyes caught sight of the aircraft she had flown yesterday—
One wing was broken.
She looked at the wing in silence.
Su Cheng didn't hear her answer and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Meng Fu reached out and took out the aircraft. The smile on her face gradually disappeared. There were footsteps outside the door. She tried to speak in a calm tone, "I'll call you later."
Just as Jiang Xinchen understood her, she also understood Jiang Xinchen. If Jiang Xinchen had broken it himself, he should have come to her last night.
But he didn't.
Not only that, he also hid it.
Meng Fu looked outside the door.
Outside the door, Jiang Xinchen came in. He came in hiding from the servants, so the servants naturally had no chance to tell him that Meng Fu was waiting for him in the room.
He opened the door, came in, leaned against the door, closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
But he found that the room was a little cold, and it seemed that someone was staring at him.
He was stunned, and suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Meng Fu and the open drawer beside her.
Jiang Xinchen's expression changed, and he quickly hid his left hand behind his back, then raised his head and said, "Sister..."
Meng Fu threw her phone on the table, ignored the airplane model, walked over to him, and stopped in front of him: "Take your hand out."
Jiang Xinchen pursed his lips, he didn't take out his hand, "Sister..."
Meng Fu looked at Jiang Xinchen and said almost calmly: "Don't make me say it a second time, Jiang Xinchen."
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It’s true, don’t you have a monthly ticket? ! !
Good night, ps: Because of the burst of tens of thousands of updates, the time difference has changed, and I will watch the babies at night from now on (yes, I am starting to go bald again)
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