Ren Xingwan raised his eyebrows: "Bad words? ”

"Hmm!" Jing Luo looked left and right, and finally decided to release this bomb in the enemy's ear, and the effect was very good.

He climbed into a chair and whispered to Ren Xingwan:

"My brother has already told me secretly."

……

"He said you can't."

Chapter 8

Jing Mian left the restaurant with Jing Luo in his arms.

Jing Luo was already asleep, his little hands tightly grasped Jing Mian's clothes, turned his head sideways against the neck socket of the young man, and slept peacefully and deeply.

Jing Mian looked at Xiao Tuanzi, whose cheeks were flushed from sleep, and couldn't help but bow his head and kiss Jing Luo's forehead.

When I turned my head, I found that Mr. Ren's gaze was at some point, and he was looking sideways in the night.

I happened to see this scene.

Jingmian: "......"

For some reason, he suddenly remembered what Ren Xingwan said just now, after they held hands, they would be a little more familiar than Jing Luo.

So now, does it mean that the progress of the two is not... Falling behind again?

Jing Mian inexplicably felt a slight numbness in the back of his neck.

… Fortunately, Mr. Ren has always been cold and abstinent, and he probably won't want to catch up with 'this kind of progress'.

The object of the agreement flash marriage is not mature enough...... Maybe Mr. Ren didn't say it, but Jing Mian could understand the other party's mood.

This is a business marriage in the literal sense, and the relationship between bamboo horses makes this marriage rational, but it can't change that the two are destined to not be able to meet each other, fall in love, get married and have children normally like most lovers.

Everything about them can only be called the fulfillment of marital duties and obligations.

And I don't know if it's Jingmian's illusion, since he returned to the private room from the bathroom, Ren Xingwan's expression seems to be peaceful... Something different?

But Jing Mian couldn't tell what was wrong, it seemed to be forbearing, and it seemed to be angry and funny. Although Mr. Ren usually doesn't talk much, the man in the second half seems to be ...... Unusually silent enough?

Jing Mian thinks that Ren Xingwan may not have eaten enough, or because he has to deal with Jing's father and stepmother, he didn't care about eating, so he has low air pressure?

So, in order to compensate Ren Xingwan, Jing Mian sandwiched a big chicken leg for the man, and also served a bowl of soup and put it next to the chicken leg.

*

After the two parties said goodbye.

Jing Mian hugged Xiao Jingluo and sat in the back seat, the breath of late autumn infects the car window, and when the young man breathes, there will be a faint fog and then dissipate.

The warm wind gradually occupied the carriage, but Jing Mian's slightly tense figure did not relax.

"The engagement banquet between you and Ren Xingwan, my parents and I have already set."

When the car was driving, Jing Guozhen suddenly said in a deep voice.

Jing Mian's thoughts froze.

He had never told Jing's father and stepmother that he and Mr. Ren had secretly obtained the certificate, so in the eyes of those two, he and Ren Xingwan were just strangers who had met once.

Jing Mian also mentioned at that time that he and Mr. Ren... Presumably there will be no future.

This kind of obviously similar resistance is too small for this marriage, so it is also ignored.

But even so, just because Ren's parents were 'very satisfied' with him, and this marriage was also very profitable for the business dealings between the two families, Jing Mian was suddenly married, and he was notified of the upcoming engagement banquet without even asking the wishes of the parties.

It was traded as if it were a commodity or a bargaining chip.

Jing Mian was silent.

The chill that had been dispelled just now lingered, and a trace of pervasive invasion of the fingertips was like a pervasive, and the chill and bitterness were mixed, and Jing Mian couldn't tell what it felt for a while.

After all, in the subtle way, the obedient habit was formed, and when I reacted, I had already spent many years in a mess.

The ghost sent the gods, Jing Mian spoke: "What if...... I don't like Mr. Ren? ”

Jing Guozhen was stunned, as if he had heard some incomprehensible and ridiculous question, he frowned and scolded: "The son of the Ren family can't get into your eyes?" You have always been arrogant, will you find another immortal to marry? Full of likes and dislikes, a twenty-year-old man still talks like an ignorant child. ”

These words were obviously heavy and heavy, and at one point the temperature in the carriage dropped to freezing.

Jing Mian suddenly remembered that Mr. Ren seemed to have said such things as children.

Now it seems that this has been heard more than once.

Li Qiao sighed, poked his head out of the co-pilot, and smiled gently: "Xiao Mian, does the son of the Ren family look too fierce and scare you?" ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Ren is the kind of person who seems to be cold-faced and hot-hearted, and when he gets acquainted with it, he will naturally be good to you." Li Qiao said: "We are so beautiful in Mianmian, like your mother, how far-sighted do we have to be to dislike Mianmian?" ”

When mentioning 'mother', sure enough, Li Qiao's face changed significantly when he saw the fair-skinned and beautiful boy in the back seat.

……

Jingluo woke up from his sleep.

Because of myself in my dreams, I faintly felt a little strange.

He opened his eyes and found himself in his brother's arms.

From his point of view, he could catch a glimpse of Jing Mian's pupils, as if they were uncontrollable, dyed with red mist, and the memories that he knew were untouchable, hidden, vibrating, surging.

Jing Luo had never seen his brother so fragile, as if he had been scarred alive.

And the hand holding himself is trembling imperceptibly and faintly.

When Jing Guozhen heard this, he seemed to groan for a while, but he didn't speak again.

"Okay."

I don't know how long it took.

The warm and difficult voice paused for a few seconds before opening his lips:

"I will marry Mr. Ren."

*

Following.

Jing Mian returned to the school gate in a private car, the air was extremely cold, and Jing Mian couldn't help but shiver through the thin fabric of his sleeves against his skin.

"Young master, put on this."

The driver, Lao Chen, took a dark coat from the back seat and asked Jing Mian to put it on: "When I went home that day, the young master put it in the back seat, and forgot to take it back, because the size was a bit big, I thought it wasn't the young master yours, but this style is a bit young, and it doesn't look like the master's ......."

Jing Mian was stunned and looked at the familiar coat.

Only then did he remember that in the cross-server competition the day before yesterday, Mr. Ren put on the clothes he put on, and he was so anxious yesterday that he forgot to return them to the man.

Jing Mian was afraid that Uncle Chen would really guess Mr. Ren next, so he immediately reached out to take it, showing embarrassment: "Thank you, Uncle Chen... It's my own. ”

After putting it on, the cold chill that could not be ignored was also driven out little by little.

Jing Mian vaguely smelled a familiar smell.

Mr. Ren has changed a lot compared to his youth... No, it's almost upside down, and the cold and silent high atmosphere is the existence of a big guy that even ordinary people have to take a detour to avoid, which makes people at a loss and don't know how to parry.

But only the smell of the body ...... It seems that nothing has changed.

Let Jing Mian be able to vaguely glimpse those old and distant childhood memories through this.

Jingmian happened to have no class in the second period, and I wanted to go back to the dormitory, but I was asked by the students of the same level of student department to go to the freshman classroom for a meeting before the lunch break to popularize the admission matters for the younger students.

And Jing Mian is not in the position...... It was purely pulled to support the scene.

After all, when I first saw the freshmen, among the shrewd and capable seniors, Jingmian, the senior, seemed extremely gentle, and when he introduced himself, he was overwhelmed by the coaxing juniors, beautiful and well-behaved.

What kind of peerless treasure is this?

The little girl's eyes lit up.

"Sleep is a piece of meat."

The sophomore student next to him couldn't help it, and whispered in his ear.

"What are these words?" The man was puzzled.

"Humans are carnivores." He analyzed it in an authentic manner: "It's nature to covet beautiful prey, and besides, the prey is obedient and soft, and polite to you, who can bear it?" ”

"When Mianmian entered the freshman year, he was worried about his seniors, and in the middle ......of the semester, he was chased by the flowers of the same level," he raised his chin and said, "Look, these juniors and sisters, are they a little familiar?" ”

"." The person next to him scolded secretly: "Can't they digest it internally?" Still worried about our corner? ”

"Next time, you won't have to pull Mian Mian to come over to support the field."

"This can't be done, we can't let these freshmen think that our sophomore didn't tie the grass......"

After the meeting.

Jingmian's roommates Li Dong and Jiang Chen were at the door of the classroom, and there was still a local Song Yuhang standing next to them, waiting for Jingmian to come out to eat together.

Jing Mian came out with a stack of information sheets, tilted his head, and said to them: "You guys go first, I'll go back after delivery, you can go back to the dormitory to order a takeout." ”

"Why don't we bring you food, Mianmian, what do you want to eat today? Dad asked Auntie not to shake her hands today, and to give you more meat. Li Dong said.

Jing Mian thought about it and was about to speak, but was suddenly held by a broad hand at the bottom of the information.

"Jingmian, I'll help you get it."

A tall boy said softly.

As he spoke, the man happened to look sideways slightly, and his lips were not far from Jing Mian's ears.

Jing Mian was stunned, and when he didn't react, a stack of materials in his arms had already been lifted: "Is the instructor's office?" I just don't have anything to do, Jingmian, you go to dinner with the seniors first. ”

Jing Mian's expression was slightly sluggish, and he was about to refuse, but Song Yuhang hugged his shoulders, took him away without a beak, and beckoned: "Then trouble the junior brother for Mianmian." ”

"Senior, I added your WeChat last time, in fact, I have a scholarship question and want to consult, but you haven't passed yet..."

Jing Mian suddenly remembered that this seemed to be the freshman who had met last time, and asked for WeChat with himself.