The early morning light mixed with clouds streamed out of the horizon, and in about an instant, the sky was bright.

Mu Chengcheng woke up from the bed at his house, reached out and grabbed a morning robe and wrapped it around his body.

The mobile phone in hand was already full, Mu Chengcheng called "Auntie", and a charity-looking, mellow and smaller aunt ran in.

"I'm acknowledging that you're awake, breakfast is ready."

Mu Chengcheng stretched out his arms and hugged her: "Aunt Jiang, you're finally back." ”

Aunt Jiang is a live-in nanny who has taken care of Mu Chengcheng for three years, responsible for her daily food and clothing, cooking good dishes, and her temperament and personality are very gentle and sincere, Mu Chengcheng likes her very much.

"How? Was your daughter's wedding a big one? Mu Chengcheng spread out his left palm and picked up nuts one by one and sent them to his mouth.

Aunt Jiang smiled while making the bed: "Lively, relatives from ten miles and eight towns are here, in the countryside, the flowing water banquet has been eaten for three days, fortunately, I have dragged you in the past few years, I asked a team of cooks to help, or I will be tired enough." ”

Mu Chengcheng smiled and leaned against the door frame: "How is the son-in-law?" ”

"I used to be a soldier, but now I am in the county police station."

"Well, that's good."

"Chengcheng...."Aunt Jiang took out a blue velvet box from under the pillow: "Why is this jewelry box under the pillow?" Are you still either? ”

Vague memories popped out of my mind mixed with water vapor.

It was that day when he was drunk, Lan Chaojin broke in and forced the engagement ring he gave himself.

Mu Chengcheng pointed to the dresser: "Put it there first." ”

After Aunt Jiang came back, the house became much cleaner and tidy, and the crew did not have a day drama in the morning, so Mu Chengcheng had to pick a half-read book and nest in the lazy sofa by the window.

After a while, the doorbell rang, and Aunt Jiang went to open the door.

There was Lan Chaojin in a straight suit standing at the door, Aunt Jiang hadn't seen him, so she was stunned for a few seconds, raised her head and asked, "Chengcheng, you have a friend here...."

Mu Chengcheng was wearing soft silk pajamas, pulled up his bangs with a headband, revealing his smooth forehead, and ran out barefoot, but saw Lan Chaojin in a formal suit, and he was still holding a bunch of fresh tulips in his hand.

Mu Chengcheng was stunned, carelessly removed the headband on his head, and suppressed his tone: "What are you doing so early?" ”

Lan Chaojin smiled lightly, stretched out his hand to touch Mu Chengcheng's head, but she avoided it, and said to Aunt Jiang familiarly: "I am her fiancé." ”

Aunt Jiang looked surprised, but she didn't want to get over it, so she nodded, retreated, and plunged into the kitchen without knowing what to do.

After Lan Chaojin entered the door, he hung his blazer in the closet very skillfully, then untied his tie, loosened a few buttons, pulled the cuffs on his forearm, held the bouquet of pink tulips and found a glass vase, and carefully put the flower branches into the bottle.

And when he did all this, Mu Chengcheng changed his clothes as if he were a visitor, put on simple and neat makeup, and put his hair on his shoulders smoothly, neither warm nor rusty.

"Chengcheng..."Lan Chaojin can always catch Mu Chengcheng's figure for the first time, his side eyes raised slightly, and he beckoned to her: "Come." ”

Mu Chengcheng raised his chin, hesitated for a moment and walked over, but kept a safe distance.

Lan Chaojin pushed the vase in front of Mu Chengcheng, raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes were watery, and there was a look of joy and joy that thousands of sails had crossed over.

Lan Chaojin didn't ask, but Mu Chengcheng replied: "It's good-looking." ”

At this time, Aunt Jiang came out of the kitchen, and her simple smile couldn't hide her love for Lan Chaojin: "Chengcheng, I just happened to love abalone at noon, and half a black chicken, stew a soup, and then make your favorite abalone braised pork, stir-fry two green vegetables, green vegetables, Roman lettuce and stir-fried kale?" ”

Mu Chengcheng smiled gently, and there was no alienation from Lan Chaojin in his eyes: "Anything, Aunt Jiang." ”

Lan Chaojin's eyes suddenly became cold with Mu Chengcheng's voice.

He lowered his eyes and waited for Aunt Jiang to retreat into the kitchen before asking, "Which of your relatives did I think she was..."

Mu Chengcheng took a sip of water: "Almost, she has taken care of me for three years, just like a relative." ”

Lan Chaojin took out a tissue and wiped the wall of the coffee cup that Aunt Jiang brought him, and then drank it slowly: "Chengcheng, I thought you were born superior since you were a child, and you should understand that there is a need for distance between people....."

Mu Chengcheng was displeased: "What are you talking about?" ”

The corners of Lan Chaojin's eyes froze slightly, and he laughed again: "It's nothing, by the way, there is good news, you will definitely be happy." ”

"Li Shan, that old drama bone, is willing to come to play for you." Lan Chaojin is very good at winning Mu Chengcheng's heart, he knows Mu Chengcheng's mind too well.

Mu Chengcheng, who was still gloomy just now, immediately lit up his eyes: "Really? How? Generally, how can this kind of actor-level character casually play for others? ”

Lan Chaojin hooked the corners of his lips confidently: "You are the prospective daughter-in-law of our Lan family, not someone else." ”

Lan Chaojin's voice is very good, like a dusk drum and morning bell, and his speech speed is very slow, which makes it difficult to resist.

Mu Chengcheng's cheeks flushed, and his eyes glanced to the side: "There is still a while before lunch, do you want to watch a movie?" ”

Lan Chaojin obviously had no reason to refuse, so he walked to the living room, looked for a good video, took a soft cushion and handed it to Mu Chengcheng: "It's rare." ”

Mu Chengcheng smiled gently: "You are so considerate, how can you not have a girlfriend." ”

Lan Chaojin sat down lazily: "It's not that I don't have a girlfriend, it's that I don't have a girlfriend I can look at." ”

"No one said you were proud?" Mu Chengcheng frowned.

"I know, but that's who I am."

At the end of a film, Aunt Jiang just went out with a steaming soup pot and greeted, "Chengcheng, come to dinner." ”

Mu Chengcheng habitually threw the pillow aside and walked towards the restaurant barefoot, while Lan Chaojin carried Mu Chengcheng's home shoes and followed slowly behind.

The morning sun spread all over the restaurant, Aunt Jiang looked at Lan Chaojin and liked it more and more, so she said warmly: "I didn't ask Mr. if there are any taboos, I just made these dishes indiscriminately, you can take a look, and I will eat two bites." ”

As he spoke, he handed Lan Chaojin a bowl of soup.

Lan Chaojin took it silently and sat opposite Mu Chengcheng upright.

"Aunt Jiang, come and eat too." Mu Chengcheng was naturally unceremoniously, she pulled out the chair beside her and beckoned.

Aunt Jiang smiled and nodded, and turned around to go to the kitchen to get her own dishes and chopsticks.

At this time, Lan Chaojin opened his mouth: "You let your aunt eat at the same table with you?" ”

Mu Chengcheng raised his eyes: "What's wrong?" ”

"Of course not, there have to be rules at home." Lan Chaojin spoke concisely, but every word was like a knife, which made people's ears uncomfortable.

Mu Chengcheng sank down and explained: "I know that the Lan family has a big business and strict rules, but our family is not, and I moved out alone when I became an adult, Aunt Jiang is a relative, I didn't treat her as a nanny..."

Lan Chaojin looked at the soup in the bowl, the golden color, tasted it lightly, and said warmly: "I will adapt." ”

The words fell for a moment, but Aunt Jiang walked out with an embarrassed smile and pointed to the kitchen: "The kitchen is still a little messy, you can eat first." ”

Mu Chengcheng's ability to observe words and emotions is naturally extraordinary, and she knew at a glance that it must be Aunt Jiang who heard Lan Chaojin's attitude and was a little concerned, so it was better to leave space for each of them to deliberately win over, so she smiled warmly: "This chicken soup is so delicious, do you have one for yourself?" ”

"Yes, there are still in the pot." Aunt Jiang smiled and retreated into the kitchen.