(Maopu Chinese) Junfan Hotel.

Si Nancheng sat on a black leather sofa, dressed in a white bathrobe, with a case of contact lenses next to him, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses without any prescription. He was holding a goblet in his hand, the glass was filled with red wine, and the beautiful color reflected in his peacock-blue pupils, which looked a little bewitching.

Lisa, who was standing by the window, hung up the phone, walked to Si Nancheng's side, and bowed slightly: "Mr. Si, the villa has been dealt with, it was the canary who deliberately called the police, probably to deliberately give us a dismissal, and Eliza has been sent back to Fred." The canary arranged for someone to protect the safety of the professor's father and daughter 24 hours a day, and we couldn't do anything about it. If ......"

"You say, if Fred does all her best to save her, will she wake up?" Si Nancheng looked at the red wine glass shaking in his hand, and interrupted Lisa's words with a profound intention.

After hesitating for a long time, Lisa looked at Si Nancheng with a firm gaze and asked cautiously, "Mr. Si...... Don't want Miss Windsor to wake up?"

Si Nancheng took a sip of the red wine in his hand, sighed softly, got up, and looked at the neon sign outside the window: "Lisa, do you know why my law firm is called JS?"

Lisa shook her head, she didn't understand why Si Nancheng suddenly asked her this question, she had only followed Mr. Si for four and a half years, so she just looked at the man's somewhat lonely back and remained silent.

"Have you heard of why I was named JS?" he asked again.

This time, Lisa nodded, and then, cautiously, with speculation, told the truth: "Rumors have it that you're because your ex-girlfriend's name is Jessica, and your name is Stefan. It is said that Jessica's wish before her death was to open a law firm, hoping to make money while also helping those poor people who have no money to fight lawsuits. This is JS, an abbreviation of the names of the two men. ”

"jes.?" Si Nancheng smiled: "There is an idiom in China, called people are clouds and clouds, do you know what it means?"

Lisa immediately turned on her tablet to search for what it meant.

But I heard Si Nancheng say: "There is another saying in China: the life of parents, the words of matchmakers." Meaning: bridegroomsandbridesalaysdidntknoeachotherbeforetheiredding,fortheygotmarriedundertheirparentsordersandbymatchmakershelp. ）”

Speaking of this, Si Nancheng paused before continuing: "I, and Jes. are the orders of my parents, the words of the matchmaker. But then everyone followed...... js, not stefan &jessica. J, it's June. June, the first day Wen and I met, was the summer solstice in June. She said that the summer solstice is the first of the 24 solar terms to be determined, and it is special. On that day, the position where the sun hit the ground reached the northernmost point of the year, almost straight to the Tropic of Capricorn. She said that if we have a daughter in the future, we must name it June. ”

He took a deep breath.

Lisa suddenly realized, so ...... What Mr. Si meant: The acquaintance between her and Jessica is because of the order of her parents and the words of the matchmaker. The rumors from the outside world are just the same as the clouds. And he used JS as the company name, not because of Jessica, but because of Miss Windsor. Moreover, Mr. Si still clearly remembers his acquaintance with Miss Windsor......

But why?

Before, the boss wanted to threaten Eliza's life and not let Professor Fred save Miss Windsor?

Of course, Lisa didn't dare to ask these words.

She had no choice but to rot all her curiosity in her stomach.

It wasn't until Si Nancheng took the initiative to open his mouth, as if talking to himself, and said: "For one person, I wanted to avoid a war, and I was afraid that my favorite person would die in the war." Now I seem to understand that peace is often bought by war. War, as a rule, is an appendage to peace. ”

At this time, Lisa didn't understand what Si Nancheng meant, but she knew that Miss Windsor was a very important person for Si Nancheng.

"Mr. Windsor, Miss Windsor's ......"

"Go down. Si Nancheng, who was standing by the window, waved his hand, looking a little tired.

Lisa, who was standing at the door, suddenly turned around and said to Si Nancheng: "Mr. Si, will tomorrow's trip be canceled as usual?"

"Hmm. ”

On this day every year, Sinan Chengdu will cancel all trips, and Lisa will be responsible for driving the car to the Beishan Cemetery and parking the car at the foot of the mountain.

This year was no exception, and Lisa, as in previous years, bought a bouquet of ivy with a delicate package. Before Si Nancheng got out of the car, he handed it to him.

Si Nancheng hugged the ivy and got out of the car.

Lisa was waiting for him in the car, and the person who accompanied him up the mountain was Curtis, who had just returned from England yesterday, and Si Nancheng was the most trusted right and left hand. He wears a neat black suit with a tailor-made style. Standing beside Si Nancheng, his back was straight. He took the bouquet of ivy in Si Nancheng's hand, bent down respectfully, and called, "Young Master." ”

"Hmm. He answered, and walked step by step towards the cemetery on the mountain.

Curtis followed.

There was no drizzle, no sun, gloomy weather, somewhat dark.

It was still early, and when Si Nancheng and Curtis climbed to the top of the mountain, it was only about ten o'clock in the morning.

On the black tombstone, a photo of a teenager is printed, with delicate facial features, and the corners of his lips raised with a light smile.

Youthful and warm as the sun.

Curtis didn't have time to put down the bouquet of ivy he was holding in his hand, and he had already laid down the delicately packaged bouquet of plants in front of the tombstone. It's also a bunch of ivy, but the color of the wrapping paper is different.

He turned around and confirmed Si Nancheng's expression at this moment, then bent down and put down the ivy in his hand.

"He's been here. Sinan was talking to Curtis, but it was more like talking to himself.

"Young Master......"

"Before the adoption of the hubu flower in England in the sixteenth century, it was made of ivy for beer, because mixing it with wheat would turn the wheat into beer. Therefore, the flower language of ivy is - probation. Whoever is blessed by this flower has a great influence and is able to influence others. This plant ......" Si Nancheng glanced at the tombstone, hooked the corners of his lips, smiled, and said, "It's very suitable for him." ”

He was referring to the boy with the picture on the tombstone.

Curtis stood beside him, silent, quietly accompanying Si Nancheng, and no longer spoke.

**

Wen Liang stayed in Su Xiaomi's apartment for one night, and the two talked a lot about their hearts.

I wanted to sleep lazily, but who knows, early in the morning, I smelled the aroma. The taste buds awakened by the food are instantly excited.

Wen Liang frowned, opened his eyes in confusion, only to find that Su Xiaomi was still sleeping next to him.

"Have you asked Aunt Cook Rice?Why is it so fragrant?" Wen Liang reached out and poked Su Xiaomi, who was rubbing her eyes.

Su Xiaomi sat up in a daze and shook her head: "No, it's not the smell of my house, is it! Mom, it's so easy to get hungry for Mao's pregnancy?"

She wrapped a coat in her hand, and said to Wen Liang as she got up, "I'll go and see what's in the kitchen." ”

Wen Liang grabbed Su Xiaomi: "I'll cook, you brush your teeth." Didn't you say that brushing your teeth after eating would cause morning sickness?"

Su Xiaomi hooked Wen Liang's shoulder and imprinted a big kiss on her cheek: "Qi Dashen can marry such an excellent and virtuous Liangliang from my family, it is a blessing for three lives!"

"It's useless to say to me, you have the ability to say it to Qi Dashen. Wen Liang gave Su Xiaomi a big roll of his eyes: "Disgusting and not killing me?"

"God knows that you know that I know it, you are so good, how can I be willing to tell Qi Dashen, in case Qi Dashen occupies you for a long time, I won't be alive?" Su Mi said that it was a reasonable and arrogant one.

Wen Liang decided not to talk to this little girl, put on her coat and turned around and walked towards the kitchen outside, as soon as she walked to the kitchen door, she saw Wei Junliu who was busy standing in the kitchen, and she was so frightened that her feet slipped, and she quickly retreated, reaching out to pick up the wall.

The heating was on in the room, and in the open kitchen, Wei Junliu was wearing a snow-white shirt, a pair of light blue jeans, and a beautiful ceramic plate in his hand, standing in front of the microwave, occasionally looking down at his watch.

Warm yellow light, shining on the man's chestnut hair, poured down.

The picture composed of Wei Yingdi and the kitchen is like a delicate painting.

After all, he is a man who is active on the big TV screen, and at this moment, Wen Liang instantly feels as unreal as watching TV.

Emperor Wei also found Wen Liang who reached out to hold the wall at this moment, obviously he didn't expect Wen Liang to be here, so judging from his expression, Emperor Wei Ying was also frightened. Even the wooden spoon in his hand was scared.

Wen Liang curled the corners of his lips apologetically and nodded with a smile, and then quickly turned around and ran towards the bedroom.

Su Xiaomi, who was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, ran back when she saw Wen Liang with a ghost-like expression, and asked with a frowning and puzzled face, "What's wrong?"

"No, I suddenly remembered that I had something to do this morning, so I left first. Breakfast is ready, you hurry up and eat~" Wen Liang said to Su Xiaomi while changing his clothes.

Su Xiaomi's head came out of it: "It's done so quickly, you won't just bake two slices of bread in a bread machine, right?"

"Manhan Quanxi! Come out and see if you don't believe it!" Wen Liang walked out with his bag.

Seeing Wei Junliu in the kitchen, he smiled and waved his hand: "Emperor Wei, take good care of my Mi Ye." ”

"Give it your all. He raised the corners of his lips at Wen Liang.

Wen Liang opened the door with confidence and left the apartment.

Su Xiaomi still didn't believe it! she rinsed her mouth, wiped her mouth and walked out.

However, by the time she arrived in the living room, Wen Liang was gone. Instead, Wei Junliu, who was busy in the kitchen.

Su Xiaomi was wearing an off-white silk nightdress with suspenders......

Because the heating was on in the room, she only covered it with a thin knit sweater outside.

As soon as he saw Wei Junliu standing in the kitchen, the whole person was frightened......

"Wei Wei...... Wei ...... Wei for a long time, and finally held back a sentence: "Why are you here?"

Emperor Wei didn't have time to answer Su Xiaomi's question.

Su Xiaomi suddenly had an enlightenment, turned her head to look at the door lock, and after confirming that the door lock was intact, she pointed to the door lock and asked Wei Junliu: "How do you have the key to my house?"

"Our mother gave it. He brought her favorite breakfast and set it on the table.

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