I didn't sleep well last night, and Tong Qiangqiang's face was not very good-looking. But since she became pregnant, she no longer wears makeup, so she can't hide her tiredness. When she applied the moisturizing lotion, she noticed that the skin under her eyes had become a lot more dark spots at some point.

Looking in the mirror, Tong Qiangqiang looked left and right.

The complexion is white, but the spots are more striking, and there are dark circles that have accumulated over a long period of time......

Tong Qiangqiang pressed the self in the mirror and sighed sadly - he was already average, but now the more he looks at it, the more he looks like a yellow-faced woman.

She's only 21 years old, 21 years old!

Hey, that's right.

Tong Qiangqiang flipped through the calendar and suddenly remembered that tomorrow was her 22nd birthday......

It's been a day, and I don't know what time it is.

Before the age of eleven, she had no memory of how her father celebrated her birthday. But after the age of eleven, she became a member of the Zhong family and did not celebrate her birthday. Naturally, no one cared what her birthday was.

In fact, she didn't even remember herself, but one day when she was sorting out her father's belongings, she saw that her father's calendar book was circled in red on "May 15th", marked with "Nannan" and a stick figure of a birthday cake, and she knew that she was born on this day.

And so it goes. It's been a good year, at least just in the meantime.

When she finished dressing and went out, in the living room, Han Lie stood in front of the sideboard, reaching out to play with the calla lily bouquet she had placed in the vase earlier. Hearing the movement, he turned his head, his eyes fell on Tong Qiangqiang, his pupils narrowed slightly, and his brows furrowed very lightly.

Tong Qiangqiang understood that he was disgusted with her skirt, so he brushed his hair embarrassedly and explained, "There is no more suitable one." ”

After all, I came for a vacation, and when I first packed my suitcase, I brought casual clothes that were easy to move. There are only two slightly decent skirts.

One piece I wore last night, it's prettier. But the bandeau style is too refreshing. Didn't leave the winery last night. I've been staying indoors, and the temperature is right, but I have to go out to someone else's house today, and with the temperature of this season, I will definitely catch a cold.

So, she chose another high-waisted tutu dress. Above the waist are black and white horizontal stripes, and below the waist are layers of mesh. Whether it is the style or color, it is not her style originally, especially the mesh is pink, which is really not suitable for her as a married young woman.

But that day in the store, the clerk didn't say that she was dressed well, her ears were soft, and she bought it as soon as her head was hot. She couldn't bear to look directly in front of the mirror just now—with a haggard pregnant woman's face, she had to wear a pink girl's outfit.

Han Lie put his hands in his pants pockets, walked in front of Tong Qiangqiang, stared at her small high collar, and said a little mockingly: "It's a pity that you are so tightly wrapped." ”

Tong Qiangqiang: "......"

Han Lie usually gives her more of a sense of stability and coldness that is extremely consistent with his age, unlike Mai Xiuze who always jokes about her and Han Lie inappropriately. Now that Han Lie actually said such frivolous words that judged her, she was surprised.

Especially...... Especially......

Doesn't the phrase "getting fuller" in his phrase imply that he is secretly noticing the change in her bust?

Tong Qiangqiang couldn't help but look at Han Lie with a perverted look, and put his hands on his chest: "You...... You...... You ......"

She "you" several times, but before "you" came out of it, her face was miserable red, and she blurted out: "Perverted! You secretly observe my ......"

The ellipsis reads "breast", but she is too embarrassed to spit out.

Han Lie seemed to understand what she meant, and let out a meaningful "hmm", his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he snorted a chuckle: "From the airport to the hills, the blind can't see." ”

What he didn't say was that the bandeau dress she wore last night was too eye-catching......

Recalling the soft feel he felt to the touch later, Han Lie vaguely felt his mouth dry, looked away, curled up his palm, pressed it against his lips, and coughed dryly twice.

Tong Qiangqiang didn't notice his sudden discomfort, and was still upset by Han Lie's evaluation of her airport.

After Mr. Smith and Mrs. Smith came out, the four of them went to Mrs. Leung's winery together.

Although the two houses are close to each other, it is actually about half an hour's drive to reach the vineyards because of the vast vineyards of each family.

Compared to the Jasper-style holiday villa of the Smith couple, the Liang family's winery is a gorgeous and spectacular estate. Driving into the outer gate, I drove slowly along the boulevard for about ten minutes, bypassing a large fountain pool, and saw that under the porch with four magnificent Roman columns, Mrs. Liang and a man about fifty years old stood side by side.

It should be Liang Dawson.

Tall, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, black and white hair, shrewd and kind, it is not difficult to see from his facial features that he was handsome when he was young. When he and Mrs. Liang came forward to meet him, his walking posture was slightly trembling.

After the two couples greeted each other first, Liang Dawson's eyes fell on Han Lie. Han Lie lightly hooked the corners of his lips and looked at Liang Dawson, and for two or three seconds, no one spoke.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Tong Qiangqiang seems to see the eyes of the two of them glued to the air "popping" and breeding invisible sparks.

Mrs. Liang smiled gently at Tong Qiangqiang at this time: "Miss Tong, thank you for coming to the banquet. ”

Tong Qiangqiang bowed in a hurry: "Thank you, Mrs. Liang, for your invitation." ”

Mrs. Liang reminded everyone: "Let's go." Don't stand here, let's go in and eat and talk. ”

Only then did several people walk up the stairs together.

Once inside, go through a long hallway. With its simple glass walls, modernist colors, avant-garde sculptures and paintings, and art books, it's more like an art museum.

Tong Qiangqiang secretly said: How much is this house worth?

But Mrs. Smith beside her sighed: "I haven't been here for more than ten years." Your décor here has completely changed. ”

Mrs. Liang: "Yan Xi took care of it for us." ”

"Yan Xi?" For some reason, Mrs. Smith's expression crossed in surprise, "You and Yan Xi...... And the connection?"

She asked as if the person was a little sensitive. Tong Qiangqiang remembers that the last time Mrs. Smith mentioned Mrs. Liang's daughter who had been abducted by traffickers, she also showed a similar look

"Yes. Mrs. Liang didn't seem to feel sensitive, but she obviously had a soft smile, but her tone was quite sentimental: "Yan Xi, this kid...... It's good to be anything, but it's too persistent...... Dawson and I both gave up, only he was ......"

As she spoke, her eyes swirled with a clear glow of water.

Tong Qiangqiang vaguely guessed that it was probably related to her daughter, so it was so.

Liang Dawson on the side frowned: "You forgot the doctor's advice again?"

Although the tone was a little unhappy, the concern was clear.

Tong Qiangqiang glanced at Liang Dawson quietly, and somewhat believed Mrs. Smith's evaluation of his "beloved wife".

Mrs. Liang silently took out a handkerchief and pressed the corners of her eyes.

Mrs. Smith quickly changed the subject. Talk to Mrs. Liang about the situation in recent years.

After walking through the promenade, you will be familiar with the European style. Several people sat down at the rectangular dining table, Tong Qiangqiang sat Han Lie on his left hand, Mrs. Smith sat on his right, and then naturally Mr. Smith.

Mrs. Liang and Mr. Liang sat on the other side, and there were two empty seats next to them, obviously there were still people who had not arrived, but they did not wait, but directly started the dinner.

Mrs. Smith had probably told Mrs. Liang that Tong Qiangqiang was a pregnant woman, so among the dishes brought to the table by the servant, most of the foods that could be eaten by pregnant women were placed close to Tong Qiangqiang, and the wine in Tong Qiangqiang's cup was replaced with freshly squeezed orange juice.

Tong Qiangqiang just ate quietly, listened to Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Liang's small talk, and listened to Mr. Smith and Liang Dawson. Soon she noticed that Han Lie was as silent as she was.

It was the first time she had seen Han Lie like this. She couldn't help but want to laugh at him in her heart—before she came, she thought that Han Lie had really been relieved.

But that Liang Dawson is the same, he has never communicated with Han Lie alive or dead. It seems that both men showed generosity in front of outsiders, and they still didn't pull down their faces to reconcile in private.

After thinking about it, I heard Mrs. Liang suddenly ask her, "Miss Tong, are you still appetizing?"

Tong Qiangqiang swallowed the toast in his mouth and said with a bright smile: "It's delicious, thank you Mrs. Liang for your hospitality." ”

Mrs. Liang smiled slightly and asked, "You are wearing a skirt, I can't quite tell it, how many months have you been?"

"Just four months old. Tong Qiangqiang raised his hand and wanted to gesture his fingers, but he accidentally pulled the tablecloth and brought up the tableware with a crisp movement, fortunately, Han Lie on the side quickly helped her hold the cup, otherwise the whole cup of orange juice would have to be poured on her body.

Tong Qiang Qiangse shrank his head and stuck out his tongue, throwing an apologetic look at Han Lie. Han Lie didn't scold her, but suddenly rubbed her hair in front of everyone. It immediately attracted the attention of the whole table.

Tong Qiangqiang was so embarrassed that he burned his ears and lowered his head and continued to eat—he said casually, it was really too casual! She felt the need to talk to Han Lie, and not to deliberately show intimacy with her in front of others in the future.

Liang Dawson's gaze hovered between Tong Qiangqiang and Han Lie, and finally fixed on Han Lie's face, and asked, "How many children are these?"

As soon as he heard this, Tong Qiangqiang knew that Liang Dawson naturally misunderstood her for Han Lie's wife. And with Han Lie's age, under normal circumstances. It's true that he should have been a father a long time ago, don't blame Liang Dawson for asking.

Tong Qiangqiang was curious about how Han Lie would answer this question, and he was even more curious about whether he would take the lead in the face of Liang Dawson's first words to him.

Seeing Han Lie pick his lips, he replied calmly, "The first one." ”

Well, she is underestimating Han Lie too much. Everyone gave him face and took the initiative to show favor, no matter how arrogant he was, he wouldn't blow others, not to mention that they came with Mr. and Mrs. Smith today.

Liang Daosen looked at Tong Qiangqiang when he heard this, but didn't say anything. Instead, Mrs. Liang immediately asked, "Why do you have a child so late?"

It's like treating them as husband and wife.

Facing Mrs. Liang, Han Lie's expression was slightly gentler than when he faced Liang Dawson, and said, "She was too young a few years ago, and now she has just the right birth. ”

Tong Qiangqiang immediately coughed speechlessly, and his face was hot - can he make a draft first with this lie?

Mrs. Liang curiously moved her gaze back to Tong Qiangqiang: "Miss Tong's age does not seem to be too old. How old are you?"

Tong Qiangqiang bent his eyebrows: "22."

As she exited, she felt Han Lie turn her head and glance at her. However, what caught her attention even more was that. The expression on Mrs. Liang's face was a little stiff, and she immediately lowered her head, took out a handkerchief and pressed the corner of her eyes again.

Tong Qiangqiang didn't understand where he said the wrong thing, which made Mrs. Liang unhappy, and she was a little at a loss for a moment. Mrs. Smith raised her eyebrows to Tong Qiangqiang's ear and reminded in a low voice: "If Yirou's daughter is not lost, she should be your age this year." ”

Tong Qiangqiang was stunned, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

Fortunately, Mrs. Liang herself quickly recovered. Apologetically, "I'm sorry for the rudeness." ”

At this moment, the servant walked in and said to Mr. and Mrs. Liang, "Miss Yan is here. ”

As soon as the words ended, a woman stepped into the dining room.

Xiao Qizi has single eyelids, short hair and slender legs, slim.

With a familiar face, Tong Qiangqiang recognized at a glance that the other party was precisely the Chinese who spoke Beijing accent when he accidentally broke into someone's private place in the morning.

Her expression was slightly cold and not very kind as when she met in the morning, and she wore a black literary and artistic long cloth skirt, as if she was coming to mourn.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, his attitude was not as bad as when he treated Tong Qiangqiang in the morning, and he bowed politely to the Liang couple: "Uncle Liang, Aunt Liang." ”

"It's Yan Jia. Mrs. Liang immediately stood up and stepped forward to greet her, looked behind her, and asked, "Why are you alone?"

"My brother is not coming. As she spoke, the woman named Yan Jia handed a bottle of red wine to Mrs. Liang, "Just ask me to bring you a bottle of wine." ”

Mr. Liang also got up and walked over: "What's the matter? It's only rare to get together once a year, why don't you suddenly come this year?"

Yan Jia's cold face flashed a trace of hesitation, and finally said: "The yellow ribbon on the olive tree was somehow blown away by the wind in the afternoon. My brother is in a bit of a bad mood......"

Olive tree, yellow ribbon? Tong Qiangqiang was stunned. Isn't that what she saw in the morning?

Mr. Liang and Mrs. Liang were also stunned, and immediately, Mrs. Liang suddenly leaned into Mr. Liang's arms and sobbed quietly: "Why is the child so embarrassed......

The atmosphere was very sentimental at once. Tong Qiangqiang realized in a trance that the olive tree tied with a yellow ribbon behind the chapel had something to do with Mrs. Liang's lost daughter.

A slight sigh from Mrs. Smith was caught in his ears. Tong Qiangqiang turned his head to look at Mrs. Smith and asked curiously, "Who is that Yan Xi?"

Mrs. Smith whispered, "It's Mrs. Liang's daughter's fiancé." ”

Tong Qiangqiang was stunned.

"It was probably this time more than ten years ago that they lost their daughter. So at this time of year, the couple would come back. Yan Xi and the Liang family have a marriage contract. Mrs. Liang has already given up. But Yanxi has been looking for it all along. For so many years, he has almost become Mrs. Liang's son. ”

"I've met Yanxi once before. Waiting for someone who may never come back...... Who can not feel sorry for him......"

Mrs. Smith's tone was full of amazement, and Tong Qiangqiang's heart was slightly blocked when she heard it, and she was also infected by the sentimentality of this atmosphere.

She suddenly remembered the love poems on the back labels of all the old bottles on the shelves. Is it the man named Yan Xi who wrote it silently during countless days of waiting and searching?

Tong Qiangqiang grabbed Han Lie's hand under the table. Han Lie turned his head to look at her, his eyes were open to ask, Tong Qiangqiang looked at his dark eyes, and shook his head.

She was only suddenly glad that at least she had the opportunity to stay with her loved ones.

We must cherish it and grasp it well. Even if he can't give the same affection as hers, so what? she can wait, she can try. How could she be willing not to try to capture him?

Mrs. Liang's emotions seemed to collapse because of this. Mr. Liang could not be appeased, so he could only apologize to a few people and send Mrs. Liang back upstairs to rest first.

Tong Qiangqiang went to the bathroom, and when he came out, he happened to meet the woman named Yan Jia in the aisle, and explained to the maid that the red wine was sent to the underground wine cellar for storage.

Aware of Tong Qiangqiang's existence. She cast her gaze, looked at her coldly, like a ghost in the light, and then looked away calmly, without greeting her. Tong Qiangqiang even thought that the other party didn't recognize her at all as the person who broke in by mistake in the morning.

When he returned from the bathroom, Liang Dawson had gone downstairs again, and Mr. Smith was saying goodbye to him. Liang Dawson is very sorry: "I couldn't make you happy to come and return happy, because we didn't entertain well." ”

Mr. Smith understood, and comforted Liang Dawson. Han Lie only nodded lightly to Liang Dawson at the end of the day as a farewell.

Mrs. Smith told Tong Qiangqiang that Mr. Smith had said that if there had been no conflict of interest between Mr. Smith and Mr. Liang, perhaps the friendship with Mr. Liang would still last forever. And if Mr. Liang hadn't used the means to bully Han Lie, who was just a student at the time, Mr. Liang and Han Lie would have become friends. Then all three of them may be friends.

However, the situation is now. It's not too bad either. At least Mr. Smith and Liang Dawson renewed their friendship, and it was a good thing that Liang Dawson and Han Lie could sit at the same table and eat peacefully.

On the way back, Mr. Smith opened the roof window and played cheerful music in order to re-energize everyone.

The evening breeze is breezy with the coolness of Sydney autumn, but it is very refreshing. Tong Qiangqiang sat in the back seat, leaned back in the chair, tilted his head, and looked at the stars in the sky with great interest.

His shoulders sank suddenly.

Tong Qiangqiang tilted his head to look. Han Lie probably came up from alcohol, fell asleep unconsciously, and unconsciously leaned on her shoulder. The temperature on his skin was transmitted through the air, and from the angle of her current gaze, she could see the blue-white stubble pores on his jaw, cut by the blade, leaving only a little sharpness to break through the earth.

A report on Han Lie's interview in the magazine. Some insiders commented that Han Lie was an extremely shrewd and calculating person with business acumen. Tong Qiangqiang remembered the appearance of Han Lie, who gave a speech at the forum that time, standing on the stage, was indeed a king.

One of the few times she came into contact with him at work, looking at him from afar, looking at his unexciting eyebrows and eyes, and looking at his resolute eyes, she couldn't help but feel that he was super far away from him.

And at this moment, he was leaning on her shoulder, and her belly was pregnant with his child.

Could it be that because she hadn't really experienced happiness before, she was so easily satisfied now?

Tong Qiangqiang lowered his head and touched his stomach, and faintly smiled calmly.

Han Lie, who was asleep here, quickly noticed his fallen posture, opened his eyes, sat up straight, turned his head to look over, and caught a glimpse of her smile at a glance. It was very sweet, caressing her own belly lovingly, as if she were a different person, and the warm yellow light in the car plated her face, making her body glow softly.

Han Lie narrowed his eyes slightly.

As soon as Tong Qiangqiang turned his head, he saw Han Lie with dark eyes open, looking at her with an extremely complicated look. There is still a bit of lazy dampness at the bottom of the eyes, and it looks sexy.

Han Lie stretched out his finger and flicked it on the door of her head.

Tong Qiangqiang covered his head in pain: "What are you doing?"

Han Lie hooked the corners of his mouth, looked in a good mood, and said lightly: "I suddenly wanted to hit you, so I followed my heart and hit you." ”

Tong Qiangqiang: What kind of reason is "......"? She suddenly realized that this "freewheeling" would not become an excuse for him to do anything in the future?

Mr. Smith in front probably noticed the interaction between the two of them, suddenly laughed, and asked with a strong sense of curiosity: "Do you have an idiom in China called 'flirting and scolding'?"

Mrs. Smith laughed along with Mr. Smith.

Tong Qiangqiang: "......" refuses to answer!

She had previously thought that Mrs. Smith was silent, but after getting along with her recently, she found that although she still did not talk much, her lack of words could also show that she was a husband and wife of Mr. Smith. So it's actually as bad as Mr. Smith.

Tong Qiangqiang closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, lest Mr. Smith burst out of his slippery Mandarin to shame her.

As a result, I closed my eyes and accidentally fell asleep.

When she squinted her eyes slightly in a daze, she found that Han Lie was holding her in his arms, sending her back to her room, bending over and carefully placing her on the bed.

Then he hesitated and reached to her waist.

The smooth sound of the zipper came into her ears slightly, and Tong Qiangqiang realized that he was planning to help her undress.

Tong Qiangqiang opened his eyes completely.

Han Lie was leaning over her, and his eyes immediately met.

His deep eyes seem to have an appeal, and it's easy to get lost in them.

Tong Qiangqiang stared at him intently, raised his arm, wrapped it around his neck, and called him glutinously: "Uncle......"

"Huh?" Han Lie responded to her in his usual sexy guttural voice.