Jian Xi interrupted her, sat down and put the wine glass into her hand, "Drink, I'll accompany you after drinking, just like back then, you sat on the windowsill with me in your arms." This time, no one is stopping, don't be afraid, don't be reluctant to anyone, I'll jump with you. ”

After speaking, he raised his wine glass and touched it.

Before he could finish it, the wine glass was taken away.

Jian Xi looked at the hand on his wrist and didn't feel any pain, but felt that his eyes were so sore that he couldn't see clearly.

Lin Yi helped Jian Ming move the chair and asked her to stand up.

Jian Ming stretched out his hand to Jian Xi, stopped in mid-air, and finally turned to the contract on the table, pushing forward a little.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry I didn't let you enjoy a pleasant dinner. Please help Jian Xi take a look at this contract, if there is no problem, let her sign it after calming down, I believe you can explain to her the difference between a gift and a will. After signing, you can contact Lin Yi, thank you. In addition, when Lao Dai asked Mr. Zhou how was he doing, he said that his father missed him very much, and he often mentioned it in recent years. ”

After Jian Ming finished speaking, Lin Yi made a phone call gesture to Zhou Zainian and left behind her.

Jian Ming, who walked to the door, suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, "Mr. Zhou, take the liberty of asking, are you dating my daughter?" ”

Jian Xi laughed softly and shook her head with her head lowered. Rather than waiting for him to say, it's better to say it yourself and be decent.

"No, we're not in a relationship. Mom, I'm sorry I let you down. ”

Jian Ming said hello and left the restaurant.

Zhou Zainian stood for a while, and was about to bend down to look at her, when Jian Xi suddenly stood up, picked up the bouquet that was placed aside, and grabbed the contract after a few seconds.

"Mr. Zhou, please let go."

This mother and daughter are quite similar.

After such intense emotions, one is quieter than the other, and the posture is really good.

Zhou Zainian squeezed it, looked at her pain, and endured it, and let go of his strength.

"Thank you."

Jian Xi turned sideways, straightened his back and walked out as he had come.

After taking a shower and preparing to arrange the bouquet, the doorbell rings. Jian Xi opened the door and reached out to pick it up, only to find that the person standing outside the door was not the floor attendant who came to deliver the vase, but Zhou Zainian.

He placed the passport in her hand and looked at the flower held on his chest, the neckline slightly open, and the drops of water at the ends of his hair flowed down the slightly reddish arc.

The passport was put into the pocket of the bathrobe, and Jian Xi said thank you and closed the door.

Zhou Zainian's hand blocked the crack in the door, so frightened that she took a step back, and he pushed the door open and came in, "Take my things." ”

Follow him to the cloakroom, the doorbell rings again, it is to deliver vases and scissors.

Jian Xi didn't care about him anymore, went to the sink to clean up the flower branches, and when she came out with a vase and placed it in the living room, she saw Zhou Zainian sitting on the sofa, and the corner of the sofa was still poking her to drink the remaining half bottle of wine.

She shifted her position and sat on the single couch next to her, looking at him with her head propped up.

The book placed on the coffee table arrived in Zhou Zainian's hand, and he turned a page casually.

It's her "The Little Prince".

It is said that since she was born, her mother has read it to her every night without stopping.

She didn't know how her mother read it at the time, whether it was smiling, gentle and peaceful as she did every day. is still like Zhou Zainian, slow and clear, low and powerful, the voice seems to come from the radio, echoing in her ears.

I didn't think that listening to him read a chapter seemed to really have a little meaning - French is the most beautiful language in the world.