Substitute for the little ancestor

Ruan Tong clenched his lips, and said in a soft voice: "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have considered that I'm married now, and I'm still so close to other boys, you...you don't Are you angry?"

When the girl blinked her big watery eyes and blinked at the man, she was really pitiful, and she couldn't bear to blame him.

"Also, you called me back just now. Is there something urgent?"

The girl tilted her head and asked blankly, but her little hands were clenched very tightly.

Si Chenmo looked sideways, and looked at her with deep black pupils. After a while, he slightly parted his thin lips: "It's okay, why can't I call you back?"

"..."

Ruan Tong was taken aback, as if he didn't expect this answer.

Immediately.

Shaking his head wildly: "No..."

Si Chenmo withdrew his gaze, his handsome silhouette shone faintly in the cold night, extremely charming, but people couldn't see through his thoughts.

The already narrow air in the car became even more depressing when the silence fell.

Ruan Tong turned his head to the car window, looked at the neon lights of the city outside, and secretly took a breath.

"Aoki."

The man suddenly opened his mouth, his deep and hoarse voice was truly provocative.

"Open the window."

Aoki glanced at Ruan Tong through the rear mirror, and then pressed the key to open the window.

The expensive Rolls-Royce was driving slowly on the highway, and there were people coming and going on the street, and I passed a section of snack street by chance, which was extremely lively.

It suddenly occurred to Ruan Tong that he hadn't gone to the hospital to see his younger brother tonight.

From the corner of her eye, she sneaked a look at the man sitting beside him, who was as dignified and inviolable as a god. She was a little uncertain whether he was still angry, and she didn't dare to rashly mention the matter of going to the hospital.

He could only let Aoki slowly drive into the Sifu.

Ruan Tong's hands and feet became more and more agile. She pushed Si Chenmo upstairs, helped the man take off his coat, hung it on the hanger behind him, and asked in a strange way: "Si Chenmo, your legs are really not Is there a way to heal it?"

Si Chenmo paused as he untied his tie. His slender finger joints were as cold as jade, with clear bones and a flawless white complexion. Under the illumination of the huge glazed lamp in the bedroom, there was a heart-pounding magic power.

He raised his gloomy black pupils and looked at her.

Ruan Tong held his breath subconsciously, only to realize that he had said the wrong thing.

She quickly covered her mouth: "I'm sorry, I...I said the wrong thing, I didn't mean that. "

Ruan Tong was worried that the man would misunderstand that she disliked his legs, and wanted to find a perfect explanation to resolve this embarrassment.

After thinking about it, I found that the more I said, the more the misunderstanding might only deepen.

She lowered her head and pursed her red lips tightly: "I, I'll get you pajamas."

After speaking, he ran out of the bedroom like a slippery one.

Behind.

The man's deep black eyes stared straight at the direction in which she was leaving. After a long time, he slowly withdrew his eyes and put them on his lap, his handsome facial features were completely secretive.

After Ruan Tong escaped, he ran all the way to the cloakroom downstairs.

She closed the door and leaned back there, her heart beating non-stop. For some reason, the past two days in the Sifu made her feel extremely depressed, and she always wanted to escape.

Coming to the transparent custom-made wardrobe, Ruan Tong opened the door, glanced at it, took out a new set of home clothes, turned and walked upstairs.

"Mrs."

As soon as her feet landed on the steps, Ruan Tong heard someone calling her.

She turned around and saw Aunt Chen coming over, looked at her with a kind smile, and said, "Madam, dinner is ready, you can ask the young master to come down and eat together."

"Ah good."

Ruan Tong looked at the time, it was 08:30.

So, did Si Chenmo go directly to Ji's house to find himself without having dinner?

What is it that makes him so anxious?
It's been a long time since I came back and I haven't seen him say...

With a little doubt, Ruan Tong returned to the bedroom and saw Si Chenmo sitting in front of the window with his back facing her. His slender back was so fascinating.

Ruan Tong took a deep breath, raised his foot, and said, "Aunt Chen said, dinner is ready, you change your clothes, shall we go down and eat together?"

"Ah."

Ruan Tong didn't hand the clothes to the man, she shook them with her small hands, her cheeks suddenly turned slightly red. .

He sighed deeply in his heart.

Then, he stretched out his hand to help Si Chenmo change his clothes...

The cold atmosphere in the air gradually warmed up...

-

Had dinner.

Mr. Si called and asked when they would return to the old house for dinner. Mr. Si said that they were like Ruan Tong, the granddaughter-in-law.

Si Chenmo didn't reply, but looked at Ruan Tong who was standing obediently aside, and gave her the right to speak.

"..." Ruan Tong was momentarily at a loss.

Aunt Chen reminded her: "Madam, answer the old man's call."

Ruan Tong wiped her hands, took it quickly, and didn't know how to answer for a while, she looked at Si Chenmo as if asking for help, but the man only slightly curled his lips, as if he didn't want to help her.

Ruan Tong wanted to cry but had no tears, so he could only laugh and call into the phone: "Grandpa..."

"Ai."

Mr. Si seemed very happy to hear Ruan Tong's voice.

"Tongtong, when did you go back to the old house with Xiaochen to see grandpa?"

Ruan Tong said: "Grandpa, I've been a little busy with my studies recently. The school held a calligraphy competition. I want to participate, so I may not have time recently. However, when the calligraphy competition is over, I will go to the old house to see you."

heard.

Mr. Si smiled and said, "Really? Calligraphy contest, you can ask Xiao Chen to help you. My grandson can write very good calligraphy."

"really?"

"Of course, his calligraphy won the national championship back then, but he rarely mentioned it, so you don't know."

Hearing Mr. Si's words, Ruan Tong was shocked. She looked at Si Chenmo unconsciously, and suddenly thought of his identity. Isn't it normal for someone from such a family to be good at calligraphy?

but……

Let him teach her?

Ruan Tong didn't dare, and he didn't know that Si Chen and Mo Le were not happy.

She smiled coyly, and when she was about to say no more, Mr. Si suddenly walked past her and shouted at Si Chenmo: "Xiao Chen, Tongtong is your wife, you teach her, and with your guidance, she will definitely win the prize." no problem."

There was no disturbance on Si Chen's face, he just hummed and replied: "Understood."

Mr. Si's hearty and mellow laughter came from the microphone: "Tongtong, your husband has already promised to teach you, go and learn from him, an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, time is money, grandpa will not bother you."

beep...

The one who got hung up on the phone was called a snap.

It's just that the girl's face had already turned red, and her ears were burning hot.

My mind is full of old man Si's words just now that Tong Tong is your wife, your husband...

The little heart was beating non-stop.