Chapter 102

Poor Ye Shuxian, who was in the middle of a good dream, was dug up from the bed by a phone call from her son, and listened to the 100,000 anxious orders over there: "Mom, I want to boil soup, but I don't know how to do it, teach it quickly." ”

"Gah?" Ye Shuxian, who was half-asleep, became more and more confused by these brainless words.

Make no mistake, right?

The eldest young master who didn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers actually called her and asked her how to make soup?

She pushed Zheng Muyuan, who was half-asleep and half-awake beside her, with a frightened face: "Husband, don't sleep, what time is it?"

Zheng Muyuan rubbed his eyes, fumbled and took his glasses from the bedside table and put them on: "It's almost five o'clock, what's wrong?"

"Mom, hurry up. Jiawen urged impatiently.

"Son, let's talk about it first, what kind of soup do you want to boil?" Ye Shuxian sighed and asked from the beginning.

"Oh, it's just that when I was a child, I was playing outside and came back in the rain, what is that thing you forced me to boil?"

Because he poured it out happily every time, he didn't have a concept.

"Ginger soup?" Ye Shuxian was dumbfounded.

"Ginger soup, isn't that still ginger?"

Since Ye Shuxian was driven away, the refrigerator was empty again, only mineral water.

"Son~" Ye Shuxian was stunned.

I really can't believe that such an idiotic question could burst out of the mouth of her smart, wise, personable heartthrob son?

If you don't put ginger in ginger soup, is it possible to put cabbage and vermicelli?

"Forget it. Gavin pursed his lips and announced that he had given up.

It's so troublesome, it's better to drive to the pharmacy to buy medicine.

"Drink some wine properly, otherwise you can make a cup of hot tea or hot coffee." "Yip Shuxian offers options.

What kind of ginger soup is boiling early in the morning?

Wait a minute, could it be that this heavenly soldier's son played all night outside, and he is only coming home now?

So, he's in the rain and doesn't feel well?

"Son," Ye Shuxian lifted the quilt with a sigh: "If you don't feel well, you have to go to the doctor, it's not okay for you to be stiff like this! No, I'll come over~"

Anyway, it was almost five o'clock, and when she passed, it would be dawn.

"No, I'm fine, just make tea. Jiawen quickly picked the answer and hung up the phone satisfied.

It's simple, boil the water and put the tea leaves down.

"Hey, hey~" Ye Shuxian listened to the buzzing murmur on the other end of the phone, and couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality for a while, and shook Zheng Muyuan, who was dizzy and drowsy: "Hey, did my son call just now?"

"I don't know, let's sleep. Zheng Muyuan yawned and turned over to sleep.

With a snap, the gas burned, and the blue fireflies jumped, reflecting a handsome face with a smirk.

Si Yan took the initiative to find him!

Does this mean that between Yichen and him, she finally chose him?

It means that in her heart, his weight has surpassed Yichen, replacing the unforgettable and sad first love of her?

After such a chaotic night and the pain of losing Si Yan, he was suddenly hit by happiness, which caught him off guard and felt as unreal as a dream.

The mist is steaming, the white smoke is filled, pick a few pieces of tea and throw them into the cup, pour hot water, watch the tea leaves be moistened by the clear water, stretch out little by little, sink and float in the water, and the faint fragrance quickly drifts away in the air.

After thinking about it, he went to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner a few degrees, looked at the warmth of the room, and smiled with satisfaction.

Behind him, there was a slight sound of footsteps.

He turned his head, breathing frozen.

Si Yansu faced the sky, his long hair was softly draped over his shoulders, his big eyes were misty, he was wearing a white bathrobe, stepping on a pair of plush slippers, like a lost child, standing timidly behind him.

"Ahem," he coughed lightly, holding back his pounding heartbeat, "why don't you wear the pink one?" ”

Although he was glad that she was willing to wear his bathrobe, but she seemed to be uncomfortable in this way? Not to mention her calves, her eyes were frightened, like a deer who was always vigilant and fled at the slightest hint of trouble.

Si Yan lowered his eyes and silently chose the sofa farthest from him to sit down.

The heart is in a mess, like a mess of grass.

That pink bathrobe, who knows which of his girlfriends wore it?

"Is it better?" Jiawen brought the hot tea over and handed it to her: "Yao, drink a cup of hot tea to warm your stomach." ”

Si Yan was silent, holding the teacup in both hands, hanging his head and looking at the ups and downs of Junshan's hairs in the cup, his mood was also fluctuating.

Yes, through this period of interaction, she found that she slowly developed special feelings for Jiawen, she began to rely on him, began to miss him, and began to care about him.

So, when he left in a bad mood, she plucked up her courage and came desperately.

However, when she stepped into his house and saw the traces of his old life, her heart ached again.

Although she has had a crush on Yichen for ten years, she has always only stayed at the spiritual level, but Jiawen is obviously not.

In the bathroom, women's toiletries and toiletries are everywhere.

She has noticed, it is basically the same brand, some have been used, some have even opened the packaging, and it is still brand new.

This shows that in recent times, there are still women in and out of his house, and it gives her the feeling that the woman will push the door in at any time.

She knew that he had a rich love history and that he had countless women in the past.

But it's one thing to know, it's another to see it with your own eyes.

When she opened the door of the closet and saw this beautiful and expensive women's bathrobe hanging in a very conspicuous position, the strong impact in her heart made her suddenly realize that it was not only Yichen who had problems between them.

Just like although she chose Jiawen, there are always traces of Yichen in a certain corner of her heart, and there are still so many memories of his old girlfriend in Jiawen's life, which cannot be erased or forgotten.

To sort things out completely, say goodbye to the past, and start over seems to be a difficult and long process for both of us.

Women's hearts are indeed narrow-minded.

She wanted to pretend she didn't see it, pretend she didn't care, pretend it didn't happen.

But it didn't work.

No matter how she persuaded herself, she still felt aggrieved and sad.

"Don't like tea?" Seeing that she didn't speak or move, Jiawen could only try to find a topic: "Hey, I already knew I made coffee." Although, my coffee making skills are terrible~"

She kept silent, saying that she was shy, which didn't seem to be like it, and that she was angry and unreasonable, which really puzzled him.

His voice was unusually gentle, like a breeze in the night, gently touching her heart that had been terrified all night and had been hesitating all night, the tip of her nose was lightly, and a crystal tear finally slipped out of her eyes, and then another, pearl-like tears rolled down the cup, rippling a small whirlpool, and the ripples slowly swept away.

Then a suppressed sobbing sound came softly, slowly becoming clearer and clearer.

"What, what's wrong?" Garvin froze, staring at her hair anxiously and helplessly, not daring to touch her: "Are you uncomfortable? very, very painful? No, I'll go find a doctor......" He stood up and wanted to make a call.

"Zheng Jiawen, you bastard~" Si Yan suddenly raised his head, his black pupils were covered with a layer of mist, like grapes soaked in water, rippling with rare intense emotions.

"Quay?" he stopped, blinking a little dazedly.

Did he hear him right? Siyan seems to be cursing?

"You bastard, you bully people~" Si Yan's beautiful eyes widened with tears, because he had never scolded anyone in his life, and his vocabulary was really limited, so he had to curse over and over again: "You bastard, you bastard~"

"Ga, oh, um" Jiawen stepped back, first a little stunned, then helpless, and finally only distressed, he reached out to take her into his arms, and comforted softly: "You scolded right, I am indeed a bastard~ I'm sorry, I was wrong~ I shouldn't have left you alone, I shouldn't have stayed outside so late, and the most important thing is that I shouldn't have said such heartless words to you~"

How much fright did he give her this night, and how many grievances did he make her bear?

"Woo~" Si Yanbei came from it, hugged this warm and firm chest tightly, and the grievances suppressed in his heart turned into tears that broke the embankment, pouring out, crying loudly.

"Shhh

"You bastard~" She sniffed and threw the tissue paper at his feet.

"Yes, I'm a bastard" As long as she doesn't cry, she can add three more levels.

"You lied to people~" took another one and threw it over.

"Yes, I lied. "Uh, when did he lie to her?

"You bullied me~" The tissue paper was gone, stretched out his hand, and he obediently handed it over again.

"I, how dare I?" said Jiawen smiled bitterly, scolded inexplicably.

Si Yan cried a lot, the depression in his chest dissipated, and finally felt that his actions were too childish, and slowly stopped crying.

"Okay," Jiawen breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the cup courteously: "Drink saliva, moisten your throat and scold." ”

"Poof!" Si Yan was amused by him, and paused: "I hate it~"

Raising her eyes, she suddenly caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar crystal vase resting on the coffee table, with a bouquet of tulips blooming in the bottle, she smiled, and her eyes turned red again.

Jiawen is sensitive and observant, and he fell on the flowers along her line of sight, and then saw her smile that had just bloomed and immediately disappeared, and suddenly understood, "Ah~" A low cry and shouted loudly: "That was bought by my mother and put here, including all the feminine products in the bathroom, all of them are hers!

Si Yan was embarrassed, blushing, and whispered: "I didn't say anything~"

It's so embarrassing, the jealousy actually ate it to Jiawen's mother!

"Yan Yan," Jia Wen half-squatted down, stretched out his fingers to gently support her chin, and looked at her with dark eyes very serious: "I admit that before I met you, I did live a very ridiculous life. However, since I met you, I have been completely disconnected from the past. And, I swear, no woman has ever come in this house except for Mom and you!"

"Why are you telling me this?" Si Yan was shy, "I don't mind. ”

She is not who he is, who does he love to be with, why do you want to explain to her?

"I know~" Jiawen pursed his lips, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he was kind not to poke her mind: "But, I mind." ”

It's strange, I didn't know who it was just now, and I cried so much without asking why?

Si Yan was silent, looking at him in a daze, his heart was moved, and his cheeks were dyed with a layer of red glow.

The light cast his shadow on her face, numb, as if something was gently scratching, she raised her hand and stroked her cheeks, only to realize that her face was hot, and her heart was warm, as if immersed in warm water.

She blinked her eyes gently, feeling that tonight's Jiawen was so charming and charming.

"Yan Yan~" Jiawen carefully pulled her into his arms, closed his eyes, smelled the familiar fragrance on her body, and his heart was warm, like hot toffee, which melted into a mess.

"I'm sorry," Si Yan meekly snuggled into his arms, and whispered the truest affection in his heart in a low and slightly hoarse voice, "I shouldn't have been without contact with you for so long. That's because I hesitated and hesitated~ I don't know whether I should stick to the original feelings, or should I forget the past, just look forward, and grasp the ......happiness of the present, as my grandmother said."

At this point, she paused uneasily, hesitating to continue.

Gavin's heart tightened, and he pursed his lips, only silently holding her tighter, like holding a lost treasure.

"But," Si Yan was relieved, lowered his eyes shyly, and said softly: "When you said that you would never come to see me again and leave me alone, I knew that it would hurt so much in my heart to lose you~I'm sorry~"

"Shh~" Jiawen's eyes were moist: "Don't say I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't force you, I should be more patient, and I shouldn't just mention breaking up." In fact, after saying those bastard words, I immediately regretted it! Really! You don't know, when I'm wandering around by myself, my heart is empty, there's nothing, and the feeling is so terrible, it's too painful......"

Si Yan smiled and listened to his heartfelt feelings, and deeply felt his feelings for her. The emotions that had accumulated all night were relieved, and the uneasiness in her heart was dispelled by him, nestled in his arms, listening to his low and soft voice, she felt so warm, so relaxed, and so safe.

So, the tiredness hit, and she gradually became embarrassed, and slowly closed her eyes......

Holding the body of this soft, lightly scented woman feels like holding a fire. Every cell in her body was screaming with joy, longing for further contact with her.

"Yan Yan~" Jiawen was affectionate, slowly leaning his head, trying to catch her red lips. But he was surprised to bump into her defenseless, pure baby-like sleeping face.

God, his eyes widened in disbelief.

She was damn asleep in his arms?

When he told her a lot of love words?