Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 49 His Family 3
There was always a calm, light smile on my face.But my heart was unbelievably anxious, like an elevator on dozens of floors, suddenly going up, down, opening, and closing.

The old lady's hair is half gray, her figure is in good shape, neither fat nor thin, her facial features are correct and beautiful, she can faintly see the peerless elegance of her youth, but her eyes are very sharp, with a deep color, sunken On the sharply contoured face, exuded an awe-inspiring aura.

Cheng Yiming yelled, "Mom—"

I said politely: "Auntie—" Seeing Cheng Yiming glanced at me, I quickly changed my words: "Mom—" I yelled very awkwardly.

The old lady nodded and looked me up and down. Not to mention, her every move is really like the Empress Dowager Cixi, more like Lafayette than my mother.

She said: "You don't look very good, can such an appearance fascinate Yiming?"

No matter how nervous I was, I couldn't help grinning and laughing.

The old lady is really straightforward, and she doesn't show mercy at all.But she was right, I look so mediocre, standing next to Cheng Yiming, a big cricket pot with an extraordinary temperament, Song Yu, Yushu Linfeng, and Yushu Linfeng, is like a flower stuck on cow dung-Cheng Yiming is a man The version of flowers, I am the female version of cow dung.

The old lady looked at me, a little surprised: "Huh? Are you not angry?"

I shrugged: "There is nothing to be angry about, because what you said is the truth."

"The self-cultivation is not bad." She asked me again: "Your name is Su Lala?"

"Yes."

"I heard you graduated from University C? Did you major in Chinese Language and Literature?"

"Yes."

"Are you the editor of the "Locust Family No. [-]" magazine?"

"Yes."

"Then do you know how to write articles?" the old lady asked.

"I can't say that I can write very well, but I can write in general. Sometimes I can't get a satisfactory manuscript, or some columns of the magazine, and the editor needs to write it by himself, so I have to write it myself."

The old lady looked at me, and said bluntly, "People who write articles are very poor."

I also felt the same: "That's right, because most of the people who write articles have a literati temperament, are relatively noble, and are unwilling to bend their waists for five buckets of rice."

The old lady stared at me sharply and asked, "What about you, are you willing to bow down for five buckets of rice?"

I thought about it, and then answered honestly: "It's hard to say. If you are really hungry and have no rice to cook, you should bend your waist for five buckets of rice, because I am greedy for life and afraid of death. I always think that life is more important than anything else." .”

The old lady nodded and became friendly: "Lala, it's really interesting to talk to you. You are frank and straightforward, which suits my eyes. It's much better than that Han Jinger." The implication is that she doesn't like Han Jinger .

Cheng Yiming stood beside me.

Hearing the words "Han Jing'er", her face was expressionless, as if it had nothing to do with him.

The banquet was indescribably lively.Almost all the dignitaries in the city gathered.The men are in suits and ties, and their hair is well combed, while the women are dressed grandly, with light makeup and heavy makeup.

The toasts are staggered, and the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed.

Amidst the melodious music, many gentlemen and ladies talked and laughed happily, singing and dancing.

In the middle of the banquet hall, there is a radiant, beautiful and delicate young woman who is playing the piano.I saw her slender fingers beating familiarly on the piano keys, interweaving quickly and dancing as they wished, the sound of the piano was jingling, beautiful, tactful, fresh, like the gurgling water, melodious and melodious.

Amidst the enthusiasm of champagne, the fragrance of roses, and the applause of everyone, Cheng Yinan took the lead to lead his wife to the dance floor, and danced to the melodious music.

After the song was over, the guests embraced their female companions and walked to the dance floor one after another.

Cheng Yiming hugged me and walked into the dance floor.

Cheng Yiming danced very well.He put his arms around my waist and led me, whirling around, forward, backward, left and right...Cross steps, zigzag steps, transition steps...Cheng Yiming's dancing posture is smooth and brisk, and the dancing steps are free and easy, sonorous and elegant, calm and unrestrained .

Jumping and dancing, from slow four to face-to-face dance.

Cheng Yiming's face was close to mine, his body was close to mine, and he hugged me very flirtatiously/ambiguously.He even touched his mouth to my ears intimately and ambiguously, his breath was like blue, with a warmth that made people palpitate.

I know that he is acting, for others to see.

I also cooperated with him knowingly, with a smile like a flower, and a face full of happiness.

After the song was over, he returned to his seat.

Then I went to the bathroom.Just entered the bathroom and closed the door.There was a sound of footsteps outside, not one, but two or three, they walked in while talking.

I heard them say:
"Cheng Yiming brought his new wife back, did you see that?"

"I see, she doesn't look very good, I feel that she is not good enough for Cheng Yiming. But she is quite tall, after all, she lives in the provincial capital, and she has a good temperament, not rustic."

"That girl, what's her name?"

"I heard that her name is Su Lala, and she is the editor of the "Locust Family No. [-]" magazine."

"Uh, that's a cultural person, no wonder Cheng Yiming has a crush on her.

"Did you see Ding Nuomin just now? Ding Nuomin stared at Su Lala, almost burst into flames. She probably wanted to hang herself. Over the years, Ding Nuomin has always liked Cheng Yiming, dreamed of marrying him, she thought that Cheng Yiming had a falling out with that Miss Han, and it would be her turn, hahaha, unexpectedly, a Su Lala appeared halfway, and the sky thunder touched the fire, and in an instant Form a legal couple, hahaha, Ding Nuomin's dream is shattered."

"Why does Cheng Yiming like Ding Nuomin? Ding Nuomin grew up in Cheng's parents. Although Cheng Yiming is several years younger, she and him can be regarded as childhood sweethearts. If Cheng Yiming liked Ding Nuomin, he would have liked him a long time ago." , do you have to wait until now?"

"Hee hee, what does it mean to cry without tears? You can understand it just by looking at Ding Nuomin."

After I got out of the bathroom, I washed my hands in the sink.

The three gossip girls also came out. When they saw me, they were frightened to death.

I'm not angry, and I have nothing to be angry about.I made faces at them and smiled: "Go ahead, I'm listening."

How could they have the guts?Dare to continue chewing your tongue?
I was curious, just curious, and asked them: "By the way, who is Ding Nuomin?" I had to ask clearly.

The three gossip girls glanced at each other.One of the gossip girls said, "Uh—that's the one wearing the red evening dress and playing the piano just now."

"Oh." I said, "Thank you."

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(End of this chapter)