Chapter 74

Cheng Huan doesn't know much about luxury jewelry in this world, but just looking at the gems and gift givers who can flash blinds on this bag, he knows that things cannot be cheap.

Although it looks pretty upstart, it's pretty good to say.

Cheng Huan likes furry things, and at first glance when she sees this bag, she likes it. Just thinking about the price, she is afraid to accept it.

It's too expensive to afford.

Cheng Huan only glanced away and looked away. She stared at Jiang Mingyuan's face, a little helpless: "Why do you think of sending something again?"

Jiang Mingyuan: "..." Of course, the assistant said that girls like bags.

But he couldn't say this. He observed Cheng Huan's expression, and asked carefully, "Don't you?"

"No."

"Don't you like it?" Jiang Mingyuan looked a little embarrassed. "What do you like? I'll give it to you."

"Farewell." Cheng Huan sighed. "You don't always have to think about sending something."

The other party took it for granted: "I'm chasing you, I have to show something."

Cheng Huan: "..."

Looking at each other, she flushed her face and looked away. "Oh", dryly, "But it's too expensive."

"Not expensive." The man approached, put the bag in her arms, stared down at the tip of the woman's micro-powder, and said with a domineering voice, "I can afford it, I can give you whatever you like."

The man leaned too close, and he could smell a very refreshing breath during his breath. The temperature on Cheng Huan's face had risen a little bit. She could no longer care about the bag that had been jammed. Her mind was all about the person next to her, and the air warmed up a bit. She stared at the man's close face, thinking wildly.

The bag tucked into her arms was not pushed out, Jiang Mingyuan was relieved, and some smiles appeared on his face. He looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes were gentle, his head bowed slightly, and he got closer.

Cheng Huan watched his face zoom in front of him, and took a step back nervously, her heart beating more and more quickly, her hand leaned back on the chopping board, her body was tense, her eyelashes trembled, and she refused to return. Welcome taste.

"Don't move," the man whispered.

Cheng Huan's nervous necks all came out, and she bit her lower lip: "That, I ..."

Jiang Mingyuan said "um" and got closer, he grew taller, his breath was hit on Cheng Huan's forehead, and the small piece of skin he was making was grilling with fire.

"You have white hair on your head." Jiang Mingyuan's voice sounded overhead.

Cheng Huanna supplemented the various kissing scenes in the idol drama at this time, all of which disappeared into a bubble, and he was poke a hole to completely dissipate, his face flushed, and he was a little disappointed: "So, then please help me unplug Come on. "

"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan reached out and fiddled with her hair. The hair under her hair was cold and soft, making people addicted. Where Cheng Huan couldn't see, men's eyes were getting darker, and the speed of pulling hair was comparable to slow motion. As he lowered his hand, he turned to the side, his lips rubbed across the woman's forehead.

Cheng Huan seemed to feel something, and looked up slightly, but the man's face was still indifferent, and put the white hair into her hand: "OK."

"Uh, oh." Cheng Huan clenched his palms and twisted that hair on his fingers. "Well, I'm going to cook."

"Okay." The man didn't stop any more this time, nodded and went out. After he left, Cheng Huan raised his hand and stroked his forehead, and the flushed blush on his face rose a little because of some speculation.

She pursed her lips and looked at the bag in her arms, feeling anxious. Fingers touched the logo made by the gem. Cheng Huan put the thing aside, calculating the available deposit in his heart, and thinking about buying something for that person.

Think of it as a Spring Festival gift.

...

When I ate in the morning, the star also saw the bag. The secret that the little guy had in his heart for a few days could finally be revealed, so he couldn't wait to show his credit.

With pride, he said while drinking porridge, "Mom, I chose this. Isn't Liang Shine particularly good-looking?"

Cheng Huan: "... OK."

Although the logo she disliked most was the logo, it was too conspicuous.

Xing Xing didn't hear the distaste in her words, and was proud of his vision. He raised his chest and snorted, "This is from Dad, and I want to give you the same from Mom!"

Cheng Huan had a headache and glanced at Jiang Mingyuan who was on the other side. The man warmed his feet at home. The man did not wear a jacket. The cuffs were unrolled and rolled up two times, revealing smooth forearm muscles, full of hormonal flavor. He slightly raised the corners of his lips, deepened his smile towards Cheng Huan, and turned his head. He said to his son, "You may not have the chance."

The stars didn't believe it: "Why?"

"This bag is limited and sold out now."

"But you didn't tell me before!" The little guy was not convinced.

"Really?" Jiang Mingyuan put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and was a bit rogue: "Daddy didn't know it before."

"Dad you lied to me!"

Xingxing aggrieved his face and glared at Dad angrily, but the stared one did not respond. He put down the bowl after eating, came over, touched his head, and kissed his son's face: "Daddy Go to work and listen to mom at home. "

Then straightened up, facing Cheng Huan, and said goodbye.

Cheng Huan: "... bye."

Because of what happened in the morning, when Jiang Mingyuan went out this day, no one came to deliver it. He didn't care about it, he was in a good mood, and he also offered to give Qi Shan a bonus.

He maintained this good mood for several days, until the twenty-fifth of the twelfth lunar month.

As the Spring Festival approached, the company ’s hearts floated. Some employees who were far away had already taken home in advance. The rest were looking forward to the annual meeting, year-end awards, and planning how the Spring Festival should be celebrated.

Jiang Mingyuan also has plans for this. He will return to his hometown to worship his ancestors in his thirties. Generally, he can only return from the second day of the second year. From the third to the eighth day, he has four days of free time to work, enough to go out and play. He has determined the place, and the schedule has been arranged in an attempt to make them have fun.

Then at this time, he received a call from Gu Mingli, saying that he would not be at home this year.

The change in the shareholding of the shipping company in country M is not yet good, but Jiang Xudong has passed first, saying that he is familiar with the environment there.

Jiang Mingyuan knew that Jiang Xudong had left, and she would not stay in China for a long time, but she did not expect it to be so fast, she was even reluctant to wait for the New Year's Day! His lips curled into a straight line, and his mood was ruined by a single sentence, and he asked coldly, "Don't wait until New Year's Eve to finish his father's grave?"

Their custom here is to eat Chinese New Year's Eve before worshipping the ancestors before the 30th of the year.

However, Gu Mingli waited for more than 30 years, and finally had the opportunity to spend time with her sweetheart. How willing to continue to waste time? And to be honest, she also had a bit of an imagination about her derailment, and didn't dare to see her dead husband.

"I have worshiped your dad." Actually not, but Gu Mingli said nothing wrong, the voice from the phone was a bit weak, she coughed twice, and said to the son over there, "Mom doesn't want this time either Go, I also want our mother and son to have a happy reunion, but you also know how bad the air will be during the Spring Festival. The doctor said that my body can't stand it, and I should go to recuperate as soon as possible.

Jiang Mingyuan listened to these words, his expression became even colder, a mocking smirk appeared on his face, and his voice seemed to be mixed with ice: "I know, I still have nothing to do with you in the New Year, I wish you a speedy recovery."

"It's okay, you can do well in China." Gu Mingli dared to let him follow along, heard the words of joy, and said a lot of words showing the mother-child relationship.

Jiang Mingyuan heard her say a lot, and his expression remained unchanged. He drank saliva and stopped her when he was ready to hang up. "Mom, I hope you will not regret it."

Gu Mingli keenly caught a hint of danger from it and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean."

"It's not interesting, I have something else, you are busy."

After talking, I hung up.

Gu Mingli, who was hung up on the other side of the villa, was a little embarrassed. She held her cell phone and went back and forth in the villa's living room. The sun was shining outside, but the wind was still bitterly chilling. Gu Mingli was blown and took a nap. She walked a few steps to close the door, reached her hand to touch her face, the skin on her face was still tender, but the muscles under her skin But she has slackened and she is no longer young.

She has been so obsessed in her life, looking forward to more than thirty years, how can she shrink back when she is about to succeed? The son just said a word, and she was so panicked?

Gu Mingli continued to build herself in the heart, and finally successfully convinced herself, she called out to the babysitter and ordered her to pack her luggage.

The next day, Jiang Mingyuan was informed that Gu Mingli had already gone abroad. She had evacuated most of her belongings, and all the deposits in her name had been exchanged for the currency of country M. Obviously she had made plans to not return.

"I see." Jiang Mingyuan's voice was faint, and he could not see the anger of yesterday. He put down the phone and contacted another person: "People have arrived, as they said before."

"it is good."

...

The annual meeting of Jiang's headquarters is set on the 28th of the lunar month, and it includes the largest banquet hall of the Super Five-Star Hotel in S City. The annual meeting starts at 6 o'clock, and the dinner is accompanied by performances and raffles.

Family members can be brought at the annual meeting. Jiang Mingyuan invited Cheng Huan to be rejected in the past few days. He asked again today without giving up.

"No," Cheng Huan hesitated, and shook his head: "I don't think it's appropriate to go in."

"You can change to a suitable identity." Jiang Mingyuan bent over and leaned on the back of the sofa with one hand, Jun Mei's face was very serious: "Now the Civil Affairs Bureau has not been on vacation, it is too late to go through the formalities."

"Can't do it!" Hearing this, Cheng Huan was calmed for a moment, reacting, his face shrunk to the corner, and waved his hands.

It's not yet in love, and it's too scary to jump straight to the wedding step!

Seeing her hurriedly refusing, Jiang Mingyuan's eyes flashed with disappointment. He straightened his back, rubbed his hands on her hair, and handed himself down the steps: "I'm kidding."