The May night breeze brought coolness, and the bus stopped at the platform in Lane 1.

Since signing the contract, the shopkeepers of the first lane have moved out one after another. Originally, the first lane was lively and bustling every night, and the business from the second to the fifth lane inside would also be brought up. Now that there is no alley, the business inside has also been affected, and it is not as prosperous as before. Aunt Liu plans to open another branch and is in the process of selecting a location, and if business continues to decline, perhaps their mother and daughter will have to change places.

Wen Qiong's heart is heavy, fortunately she took over the play, so she doesn't have to think so much for the time being.

Walking into the alley, I saw the signboard of Liu's cake shop from a distance, and Wen Qiong's faint worries were blown away by the wind. She raised the corners of her mouth, quickened her pace and walked towards the cake shop, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw Xiu Qingyan sitting on a chair with her long legs stretched out, chatting with Shang Jing.

"Coming back?" Xiu Qingyan turned his head and said, as if this was his home.

"Well, why are you here?" Wen Qiong put her schoolbag aside.

Xiu Qingyan stood up, leaned over to her, and hooked the corners of his mouth, "What do you say?" ”

Wen Qiong looked at him with a little evil smile between his eyebrows, "You are really well-informed." ”

"Of course, Director Zhang personally informed me." Xiu Qingyan's gaze fell on her beautiful eyes.

Wen Qiong looked at Shang Jing, "Mom, did he tell you anything?" ”

Shang Jing looked dazed, "What are you talking about?" ”

Wen Qiong looked at Shang Xiu Qingyan's eyes, "You don't have a big mouth." ”

Xiu Qingyan chuckled, "The good news is better for you to announce yourself." ”

Aunt Liu happened to come out of the kitchen, saw Wen Qiong, and said with a smile: "Come back, are you hungry?" I made you chicken soup today. ”

"Drink it later, Aunt Liu, you sit down." Wen Qiong avoided Xiu Qingyan's gaze, pulled Aunt Liu to Shang Jing's side, pressed her to sit down, and looked at Xiu Qingyan again.

Xiu Qingyan smiled in his eyes and nodded, "Okay, I'll sit down too." He took two steps back, sat on the chair next to Shang Jing, and leaned back in a lazy posture.

Wen Qiong took out the contract from her bag and put it on the table with a rainbow of momentum, "I'm going to film!" ”

Shang Jing and Aunt Liu looked at each other in confusion, Shang Jing was the first to react, picked up the contract suddenly, flipped through it, and saw the salary above, her eyes widened, "It's a lot!" ”

"It's filming! Xiao Joan is going to film! Aunt Liu also jumped up, her face was full of joy, "Our Xiaoqiong is going to film, hahaha, great!" ”

Aunt Liu pulled Wen Qiong over and hugged her into her arms. Wen Qiong smelled the smell of flour and sesame seeds on Aunt Liu's body, and also laughed, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, just in time to see Xiu Qingyan flipping through the contract. He tilted his head slightly, met her gaze, the corners of his mouth hooked, sexy and sultry, Wen Qiong quickly looked away.

Shang Jing stood up, "We have to celebrate and celebrate." With that, she went to the kitchen.

Aunt Liu also let go of Wen Qiong, "I'll help your mother do it, and we'll open the bottle of Lafite to celebrate later." ”

When Wen Qiong heard Aunt Liu say Lafite, she burst out laughing, "Okay." ”

Aunt Liu said to Xiu Qingyan again: "Qingyan, don't leave yet, stay and celebrate with us." ”

Xiu Qingyan nodded, "Okay." ”

Aunt Liu entered the kitchen with a smile on her face, and there were only two people left, Xiu Qingyan and Wen Qiong. Wen Qiong tidied up the wrinkled clothes that were hugged by Aunt Liu and began to read the script. Xiu Qingyan closed the contract, stared at her with his head propped up, and said slowly: "The salary is a bit small. ”

"I think it's a lot." Wen Qiong curled the corners of her mouth.

"You're so easily satisfied." Xiu Qingyan's hand pressed the contract, looking at her neck, feeling dazzlingly white.

"I'm a new newcomer who can't be new, and it's already good to have such a salary."

"Yes." Xiuqingyan raised his eyebrows.

Wen Qiong raised her head from the script, and after a moment she said seriously: "Thank you!" ”

"You're welcome, just kiss me." Xiu Qingyan leaned closer to her and nodded his lips.

Wen Qiong rolled her eyes widely, pushed his face away, the soft touch of her palm made his heart flutter, Xiu Qingyan's eyes were deep, and he stepped forward to hold her hand. As if she knew his next move, Wen Qiong's hand immediately retracted, allowing him to catch the air.

Xiu Qingyan raised his eyebrows, "Yo, it's okay, it's very fast." ”

Wen Qiong didn't say anything, just glanced at him lightly.

Xiu Qingyan asked again: "When will you be able to treat me as a man?" ”

"When you're thirty."

"Twelve years to go, you want my life."

Wen Qiong got up and walked to the kitchen, unilaterally ending this very ambiguous conversation.

This night, Shang Jing and Aunt Liu were busy with a table of dishes, the four of them sat around the table, eating and drinking, Wen Qiong didn't know how to drink, let alone Shang Jing, only Aunt Liu and Xiu Qingyan poured a whole glass.

I thought that Xiu Qingyan had a good amount of wine, but when a glass of red wine went down, his ears were red, and he clinked glasses with Aunt Liu and drank the last sip, he leaned back in his chair, nested lazily, and looked at Wen Qiong intently. Wen Qiong helped Shang Jing clean up the table, whether it was picking up chopsticks and dishes or wiping the table, Xiu Qingyan's eyes always followed her.

Wen Qiong was annoyed by his dark eyes, wiped her hands and came out, leaned over and asked him, "Are you drunk?" ”

"Nope." Xiu Qingyan narrowed his eyes, "How can this little wine get drunk." ”

"But you've been sitting like this, and Aunt Liu isn't as squeamish as you."

"Squeamish?" The corners of Xiuqingyan's mouth hooked, "I'm just slow." ”

His eyes were clear, and he really couldn't see drunkenness. Wen Qiong stood up straight, "Call your driver, or I'll call a taxi for you, it's late, it's time to go home." ”

Xiu Qingyan suddenly grabbed her hand, Wen Qiong wanted to break free, Xiu Qingyan clenched her wrist, his palm was very hot, Wen Qiong subconsciously looked at the kitchen, lowered her head and grinded her teeth, "Let go." ”

Xiu Qingyan said in a deep voice: "You haven't kissed me yet, shouldn't you kiss me if you thank me?" ”

"You still say you're not drunk, you're drunk, I'll call you a car." Wen Qiong struggled to break free of his hand, who knew that he was pulled by him and fell on his lap.

Xiu Qingyan's hand immediately came up, and his voice was gentle and coquettish, "Let me hug me." ”

Wen Qiong's body froze, struggling reflexively.

Xiu Qingyan said again: "Do you know what you can't see and eat? ”

Wen Qiong's cheeks were crimson, "Who knows!" ”

"It's a very painful taste, but seeing you so happy, I don't think it's a big deal. Wen Qiong, tell me, what is love? ”

It's good, and said that he wasn't drunk, he started talking nonsense, and he was still in love or something, so sensual that he should really record it.

Shang Jing's voice came from the kitchen, "Little Joan! ”

This sound made Wen Qiong's whole body bounce, Xiu Qingyan probably didn't expect her to react so much, her tall nose was hit by her, the pain spread, and he let go.

Shang Jing poked her head out, the two people outside had already separated, and she didn't have time to see anything, "Xiao Qiong, you go and call a taxi and send Qingyan back." ”

"Okay." Wen Qiong looked at Xiu Qingyan, who was staring at her deeply, and walked out of the door, this point, calling a taxi can only go to the avenue, as soon as she walked to the alley, she saw a black car drive in, the window was pressed, and Uncle Zhang's face was exposed, Wen Qiong had seen it before, and had an impression of him.

Uncle Zhang was also stunned when he saw Wen Qiong, and asked with a smile: "Is the young master okay?" ”

Wen Qiong replied: "Okay, in the store, he drank some wine and got drunk. ”

"Drunk?" Uncle Zhang was a little puzzled, "The young master won't get drunk." ”

Wen Qiong was speechless for a while, dare to pretend to be like that just now?

Uncle Zhang looked behind her, then got out of the car and opened the door of the back seat. Wen Qiong also heard the sound of footsteps, and was about to turn her head, but was hugged from behind.

Xiu Qingyan leaned into her ear and said, "I'll hug it again and leave." ”

Wen Qiong was willing to pinch his waist hard, he hissed and relaxed his arm, Wen Qiong got rid of his confinement, "Go back quickly, don't play hooligan." ”

Xiu Qingyan stood up straight and curled the corners of his mouth, "Why do you want to verify it again, you know that I love my wife, right?" ”

Wen Qiong glared at him, turned around and ran towards the door.

Xiu Qingyan looked at her back, and didn't get into the car until she entered the store.

Uncle Zhang closed the car door and looked at the cake shop again, last time Lao Liu said, Mr. Xiu seems to often come to the vicinity of Wencun.

Xiu Zheng'an was away on a business trip during this time, and Lao Liu, as the driver of Xiu, had nothing to do, and often chatted with him. Uncle Zhang frowned, a cloud of doubts rose in his heart, he started the car and drove out of the alley, and looked at Xiu Qingyan who was playing with his mobile phone in the back seat from the rearview mirror, "Young master." ”

"Huh?" The rock head was not raised.

"Has Mr. Xiu ever talked to you about his private affairs?"

Xiu Qingyan raised his head, looked in the rearview mirror, and looked at Uncle Zhang's gaze, he asked with a smile, "You know?" ”

"I don't know." Uncle Zhang didn't dare to say nonsense, "It's just curiosity." ”

"I didn't talk about it, I don't think my dad really likes that woman, otherwise, he wouldn't have said anything so far."

Uncle Zhang thought for a moment, "Yes." ”

Mr. Xiu has always had a discussion with his only son, before the repair bureau introduced the object to Xiu Zheng'an, Xiu Zheng'an didn't want to live up to Xiu Zhengxuan's kindness, and after a period of time with the other party, Xiu Zheng'an didn't mention it to his son, because he didn't like that woman very much, and he had too many things to do every day. Something like this, if it weren't for the hammer, would definitely not be much to say. This is a habit in the cultivation family.

Uncle Zhang didn't think about it anymore, merged into the traffic, and drove all the way to the Xiujia mansion.

Sending Xiu Qingyan away, Aunt Liu also went back, Wen Qiong and Shang Jing began to clean, pulled the door to wash, and went upstairs to rest.

Shang Jing blew Wen Qiong's hair, and the whirring sound made her drowsy.

She looked at the second floor, the room of the two of them was not big, just a bed and a bedside table, and Wen Qiong's room also had a small wardrobe. The living room has a computer, a two-seater sofa, and maybe air conditioning when summer arrives. Shang Jing likes to raise flowers and grasses, and this season is the time when the flesh is vigorous, Shang Jing bought a lot, and the living room is full of greenery. I don't know when it started, but this place, which was just a temporary place for them at first, felt like home.

Shang Jing was a little sad, "Aunt Liu has seen several shops recently, if nothing else, we may have to move at the end of the year." ”

Wen Qiong ran her fingers through her long dry hair, "What about this side?" ”

"Keep it for now. The front store is going to be demolished, and the road has to be repaired, I don't know when this place will be restored to its previous appearance, and business will always be affected, so Aunt Liu has to find a new store as soon as possible, and the demolition is also dusty, not very suitable for living, we will go to the new store to live at that time. ”

"Hmm." Wen Qiong understands all of this, but she is still reluctant. Moving should be normal for them, and now they don't have a house of their own.

Wen Qiong thought about the salary on the contract. That little salary, although it is quite a lot for them now, is far from being able to afford a house.

Shang Jing put away the hair dryer and pulled Wen Qiong into the bedroom, and the mother and daughter covered the thin quilt and fell asleep.