After taking the documents, Nan Shiyu didn't stay much.

Get up and get ready to leave.

Seeing that she was in a hurry to leave, Nan Yuheng asked casually, "Where are you going in a hurry?" ”

Nan Shiyu held the document, looked back and smiled, and the depression on her face instantly disappeared when Jiang Jingyu was mentioned.

"Go home with my husband!"

Nan Yuheng: "......"

After she left, Nan Yuheng paced to the door of the hall.

Looking at the speeding Maserati, he slowly took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"You and Zhizhi, this is a show of heart?"

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Jingyu's voice was slightly lazy, revealing an undisguised pleasure, "Hmm." ”

Nan Yuheng smiled, "Okay, it's very fast." ”

It's only been a long time, and in just a few months, his family's sister who rejected marriage has undergone earth-shaking changes.

***

Sheng Ting Villa.

Not long after Nan Yuheng's phone hung up, Nan Shiyu ran into the hall with a pile of documents.

When he saw others, he threw the documents in his hand on the coffee table, and trotted into Jiang Jingyu's arms.

The man opened his arms at the right time.

The palm of his hand passed under her armpit, holding the person in her lap.

Jiang Jingyu sat on the sofa closest to the door,

Nan Shiyu, on the other hand, hooked his neck with a bright smile, dangled his legs, and sat on his lap.

Glancing at the pile of crooked documents on the coffee table, Jiang Jingyu stroked her back and asked with a smile:

"Your brother called you back for these documents?"

At the mention of these projects, Nan Shiyu sighed depressedly.

Hanging on her husband, the corners of her mouth twitched down, and said, "I may be busy for a while in the future." ”

Jiang Jingyu laughed and coaxed the person in his arms.

Then, he pulled out a document.

After opening it and taking a few brief glances, there is a lot of scattered sight.

is really worthy of being the chairman of Nan who has been in the business world for most of his life, and these projects he picked for Nan Shiyu were all painstaking and painstaking.

In terms of the network of contacts involved in these projects, even if Nan Shiyu usually doesn't do anything, just relying on these top projects, she can easily strengthen her position in the upper circle of Haicheng.

Flipping through a few pages, Jiang Jingyu put down the document and asked the person in his arms:

"Need I help you?"

Nan Shiyu's eyes lit up for a moment.

But soon, she suppressed her heart to take a shortcut and shook her head.

"Or don't say it, my brother doesn't dare to help me, if my old father knows, I won't want to stop before the New Year."

Jiang Jingyu rubbed the corner of her lips with his thumb and fingertips, respecting her wishes.

"Then why don't you go to the Jiang Group to do these documents? I'll be with you, and if you're tired, I'll be able to help you process some data. ”

"Okay." The two of them had just made up their minds, and now was the time to be slimy, and Nan Shiyu really didn't want to be separated from Jiang Jingyu all day.

***

After Jiang Jingyu's birthday, he no longer has to accompany his girlfriend to make cakes and prepare gifts every day, and Cheng Nian'an's busy life is suddenly free.

I didn't go out for two or three days, and I was basically at home.

On the fourth day of the house, Cheng Shaohui knocked on her door.

Cheng Nianan yawned and opened the door, "Dad, what's wrong?" ”

The sleepiness in her eyes was very obvious, Cheng Shaohui, a hard-working old father, stopped his eyes on her face twice, and then said in disgust:

"Two days ago, I saw you actively going out to blow the wind and bask in the sun, why haven't you moved in the past few days?"

When the sound fell, he continued: "Also, you see that your room is dark, and you don't open the curtains during the day, you can grow mushrooms inside." ”

Cheng Nianan leaned against the door with his arms crossed, and after listening to his father's words, he saw through it and said in a helpless tone:

"Dad, you don't have to foreshadow, what do you want to say?"

Cheng Shaohui choked and covered up: "What can your father say, it's not that I'm worried that you're staying at home and stuffing yourself." ”

Finally, he summed it up and left the next sentence:

"It's okay to go out and walk around, don't always be bored at home, it's about to derail from society."

After speaking, he avoided his daughter's scrutinizing and inquiring eyes, and turned around and left as if nothing had happened.

Looking at the old father's back, Cheng Nianan stood at the door for a while, and retracted his gaze funny.

- Don't you just want to ask where she and Nan Yuheng have developed?

When did her old father turn around the bush so much?

This sentence flashed in his mind, and Cheng Nianan turned around and closed the door.

As soon as I found my phone in the corner of the bed, there was a sentence lying on the screen:

[Let someone send a bouquet of flowers, it's already here, Nian'an, remember to get it.] 】

- Nan Yuheng.

Looking at this news, Cheng Nianan stood in place for a long time.

Although Nan Yuheng has not looked for her in the past few days, he will ask people to send a bouquet of flowers every day.

At first, she didn't want to accept it, but the person who sent the flowers was Qin Yan, that guy was too dead-eyed, she didn't accept it, he blocked the door of the villa and didn't leave.

In the end, Cheng Nianan could only compromise.

She couldn't tell her current mood, and she couldn't sort out her feelings for Nan Yuheng.

Now almost everyone in the Nan and Cheng families acquiesces that she and Nan Yuheng will definitely get married, and it is only a matter of time before they get the certificate.

Under this subtle influence, occasionally at a certain moment, even Cheng Nianan has the illusion that she and Nan Yuheng will get married.

It's just that......

This kind of unclear feelings, does it have anything to do with liking?

Or, does she have feelings for Nan Yuheng?

Cheng Nianan can't understand this kind of irritable mood, she is reluctant to go out these days, mainly because of this, she doesn't go out at home, Nan Yuheng will not forcibly come to Cheng's house to see her,

But if you go out, it's hard to say.

She didn't know how to get along with Nan Yuheng.

Is it the brother he feared as a child?

Or is it someone who has to marry?

Chaotic thoughts flashed in his chest, and Cheng Nianan threw his phone on the bed irritably.

There was no unlock, and there was no reply to Nan Yuheng's message.

After standing there for a moment, she walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked down through the glass.

Qin Yan was already waiting there with a large bouquet of flowers.

Cheng Nianan grabbed his hair, came to the dressing mirror, touched a hairpin casually, pulled up his long hair casually, and opened the door and went downstairs.

At the entrance of the hall,

Seeing her, Qin Yan handed over the flowers with a smile on his face, "Miss Cheng, the flowers that Mr. Nan picked with his own hands." ”

Cheng Nian'an took it, Qin Yan's expression relaxed, and then said:

"There is another sentence that Mr. Nan wants me to convey."

Cheng Nianan looked at Qin Yan.

The expression on Qin Yan's face was perfect.

"In view of the relationship between the fiancée, Mr. Nan said that tomorrow I will have a meal with Miss Cheng, at noon or at night, the time is up to you."

Cheng Nian'an: "......"

Soon, Cheng Nianan returned to the hall with the flowers.

As soon as I came in, I saw my parents coming down from upstairs.

"Yu Heng sent it again?" Cheng's father asked.

Cheng's mother also smiled and asked:

"You young people are only interested in giving flowers when they fall in love now, not about meeting for dinner?"

How to pull up the progress without meeting?

Falling in love from afar?

Cheng Nian'an, who had just been 'informed' to meet for dinner tomorrow: "......"

She glanced faintly at the large bouquet of flowers she was holding.

This time, I didn't go upstairs again, and put it directly on the nearby long table.

"There are different generations, there is a generation gap."

Listening to this perfunctory answer, Cheng's father and Cheng's mother: "......"