Chapter 700

A car came in, and the driver opened the door. Mrs. Qiao was elegant, and then the door in the back seat opened. The little girl in a flower skirt and Lin Jing in a warm yellow skirt.

"Grandma." little darling called sweetly, "is dad at home?"

Lin Jing looked up and saw me on the balcony. Her face changed, but she didn't see it. She bowed her head to tidy up her hair.

I'm up there, watching comfortably.

Then I washed my face and put on a light make-up. At the moment, the dressing room outside is also filled with all kinds of expensive women's spring clothes. I chose a warm yellow one and put it on. Then I put on a high-heeled shoe and go down step by step.

I looked down at the living room, and the three people who sat talking and laughing said with a smile, "Oh, there are guests at home, Lin Jing. I haven't been to Qiao's house for a long time."

Mrs. Joe frowned to say something about me. But I said first, "nanny Park, you are too. Guests bring their children to the door. How can children drink tea? Go and warm some milk and wash a plate of strawberries."

Nanny Park, look at me and Mrs. Joe.

I said faintly, "why, can't I call you? It seems that Dongcheng didn't make it clear to you."

"Yes, I'll bring it right away." she put down the candy in her hand and went down.

I looked like a hostess and smiled and sat on the sofa: "Uncle Qiao, you're back. Dongcheng said you might play cards until night."

She looked at me coldly: "when do you want to ask about my business?"

"Oh, it's true, but I just want to care about it. In the future, when I get married, the relationship between our mother-in-law and daughter-in-law can also be harmonious, so as to make Dongcheng happier."

He stroked his long hair with one hand and smiled: "little darling, come here to play. Don't be afraid of strangers. Little darling, you said you were a flower girl when I married Dongcheng. You look beautiful. You would be more beautiful if you wore that white dress."

Angry, Lin Jing held her hand tightly, but her face was still calm.

Little darling looked at me ruthlessly: "my father, he won't marry you."

I sighed and taught children: "That's wrong. In the future, you can't call him father. People don't know. They thought Qiao Dongcheng was divorced or had two wives? Dongcheng works in the officialdom. Fame is very important to him. You, uh, let me think, you can call him uncle. Eh, Lin Jing, it's a coincidence. Our skirts are the same. Dongcheng has a good eye, It seems that this yellow skirt is popular this spring. "

Mrs. Qiao was angry at my deliberate choice: "Mo Qianxun, have you said enough? There are guests. I don't want you to be here. If you don't want to stay in my Qiao's house, go out. If you stay, don't come out and make a fool of yourself."

I smiled lazily: "Uncle Qiao's mother, the guests of the Qiao family, that is, my guests, always have to learn how to receive them. In the past, you didn't always talk about me. You were always timid and didn't know how to receive people and things. What do you want people like me to do? Dongcheng is a person who does great things and always has a round and generous daughter-in-law. I used to be unqualified, but now I always have to learn to be qualified."

She was angry, but I smiled and stood up: "talk to you, little darling. If you like here, stay two more days. I'll call Dongcheng and ask him to come back for dinner earlier."

If you don't know how to protect yourself, you will be bullied. No matter whether others like me or not, these are not important to me. But now I feel that being a bad person is cool.

I don't need to call. Qiao Dongcheng came back early.

I took a book in the garden and opened a few pages. The flowers were fragrant, and a bunch of red roses were under my eyes.

Raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Dongcheng: "did you give it to me?"

With a smile, he took down the book in my hand and put it on the table: "who will I give it to if I don't give it to you?"

"Oh, I'm not used to it." he suddenly sent me flowers.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you every day. I remember when you were a child, you loved to eat the roast goose from Guangdong. Here." shaking the bag in your hand, "I bought some."

Suddenly so kind to me, to be honest, it's really ten thousand not used to it.

I wonder what will happen to him when he goes in later.

He took the flowers from him: "it gives me a taste of getting married." the prospective fiance began to care about me.

He said softly, "we are about to get married. I ignored you before and will treat you later."

I took his hand and went in: "nanny park."

If you don't like me, I just want to call you. What's good about being a good man? Bad people are happy. "Dongcheng bought flowers and went to find a beautiful vase and put it in the small hall on the second floor."

"Yes." she took it rigidly, stretched herself and went upstairs.

"Dad." Xiaoguai cried plainly, "you've come back. Xiaoguai has been waiting for a long time." she stared at me with hostile eyes.

Qiao Dongcheng was obviously stunned. Looking at Lin Jing, he said unhappily, "how did you come here?"

"I picked them up. I think my grandson can't have a look?" Mrs. Qiao's anger sounded very prosperous.

Basically, her eyes ignore me directly.

"Dongcheng, talk slowly. I'll go upstairs first."

"Chihiro..." he was worried and wanted to explain something.

I stopped on the ladder and smiled, "who are you and me and what are your details? I know that if I really can't stand it and accept it, I won't marry you. Call me at dinner." so, if I don't love him, there's nothing I can't tolerate. It also proves that I don't tangle with love these things. How good, Isn't this natural and unrestrained worth the sadness and pity in the past?

"OK," he answered.

In the small hall on the second floor, I really changed a sofa. It was light purple. It was as soft as cotton.

The crystal vase on the small tea table contains delicate roses.

The more I look at it, the more I think it looks a little ridiculous.

The flower language of roses, no matter how many, is related to love.

But I didn't love him, and he didn't love me. At first, he turned a blind eye to me. He was as romantic and happy outside as his engagement, and I finally let Ji Xiaobei wrap it up.

What is love? Love is inseparable, but in the end, what is it?

I pondered over what is to love when I die, and love until the future. Everyone sang love, which is less and less, and farther and farther away.

"What are you thinking?"

I'm serious. Even Joe doesn't know when he comes to town. Shallow smile: "nothing, this sofa is very soft and comfortable."

He leaned over and looked at me. The smell of men faintly shrouded over me.