She became addicted after marriage, and Mrs. Jiang was so spoiled that the corners of her eyes turne

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

Get up and prepare to leave.

Seeing her leaving in a hurry, Nan Yuheng asked casually, "Where are you going in a hurry?"

Nan Shiyu held the document and looked back with a smile. The depression on her face disappeared instantly when Jiang Jingyu was mentioned.

"Go home and be with my husband!"

Nan Yuheng: "..."

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

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

"You and Zhizhi, does this show your feelings?"

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

Nan Yuheng smiled and said, "Okay, it's pretty fast."

In just a few months, his sister, who rejected marriage, had undergone earth-shaking changes.

***

In Sheng Ting Villa.

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

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

The man opened his arms at the right time.

He put his palms under her armpits and held her in her lap.

Jiang Jingyu sat on the sofa closest to the door.

Nan Shiyu, on the other hand, hugged his neck with a bright smile, swung her legs and sat on his lap.

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

"Your brother asked you to go back just because of these documents?"

When mentioning these projects, Nan Shiyu sighed depressedly.

Hanging on her husband, she lowered the corner of her mouth and said, "I may be quite busy for some time to come."

Jiang Jingyu laughed and hugged him to comfort him.

Then he took out a document.

I opened it and after taking a few brief glances, my unfocused gaze became more serious.

As expected of Chairman Nan, who has been in the business world for most of his life, he took great care in selecting the projects for Nan Shiyu.

As far as the network of contacts involved in these projects is concerned, even if Nan Shiyu does nothing at ordinary times, just relying on these top projects can easily solidify her position in Haicheng's upper-class circles.

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

"Do you need me to help you?"

Nan Shiyu's eyes lit up for a moment.

But soon, she suppressed her desire to take shortcuts and shook her head.

"It's better to say goodbye. My brother doesn't even dare to help me. If my old father finds out, I won't be able to stop talking about it before the Chinese New Year."

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

"How about going to the Jiang Group to get these documents? I'll accompany you. If you're tired, I can help you process some data."

"Okay." The two of them had just made up their mind, and now it was time for them to get sticky. Nan Shiyu really didn't want to be separated from Jiang Jingyu all day long.

***

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

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

On the fourth day at home, Cheng Shaohui knocked on her door.

Cheng Nian'an yawned and opened the door, "Dad, what's wrong?"

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

"Two days ago, I saw you actively going out to enjoy the wind and sun. Why have you been silent these past few days?"

After the sound fell, he continued: "Also, look at your room. It's dark. Even if you don't open the curtains during the day, mushrooms can grow in it."

Cheng Nian'an leaned against the door with his arms folded. After hearing what his father said, he saw through it without saying anything and said in a helpless tone:

"Dad, you don't need to pave the way, what exactly do you want to say?"

Cheng Shaohui choked and covered it up: "What can your dad say? He's not worried about you staying at home and boring yourself."

Finally, he concluded by saying:

"Go out for a walk if you have nothing to do. Don't stay at home all the time. You are almost out of touch with society."

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

Looking at his old father's back, Cheng Nian'an stood at the door for a while, then looked away amusedly.

——Don’t you just want to know how far she and Nan Yuheng have developed?

When did her old father start beating around the bush like this?

With these words flashing through his mind, Cheng Nianan turned around and closed the door.

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

[A bouquet of flowers has been sent to me. It has arrived. Nian'an, please remember to pick it up. 】

——Nan Yuheng.

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

Although Nan Yuheng didn't look for her these days, he would have someone send her 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. The guy was so stubborn that if she didn't accept it, he would block the door of the villa and wouldn't leave.

The stalemate reached the end, and Cheng Nianan could only compromise.

She couldn't explain her current mood, nor could she understand her feelings for Nan Yuheng.

Now almost everyone in the Nan and Cheng families agrees 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, sometimes even Cheng Nian'an had the illusion that she and Nan Yuheng would get married.

only……

Does this kind of unexplainable feeling have anything to do with liking?

In other words, does she have feelings for Nan Yuheng?

Cheng Nian'an couldn't understand this chaotic mood. He didn't want to go out these days, mainly because of this. If she didn't go out at home, Nan Yuheng would not force him to come to Cheng's house to see her.

But if it's out of the door, it's hard to say.

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

Is it the brother I was afraid of when I was a child?

Or a marriage partner who has to marry?

Confusing thoughts flashed through his chest, and Cheng Nianan threw his phone on the bed irritably.

It was not unlocked and there was no reply to Nan Yuheng’s message.

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

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

Cheng Nian'an scratched his hair, came to the dressing mirror, picked up a hairpin, rolled up his long hair, opened the door and went downstairs.

hall door,

Seeing her, Qin Yan handed over the flowers with a smile on his face, "Ms. Cheng, Mr. Nan picked the flowers himself."

Cheng Nian'an took it, Qin Yan looked more relaxed, and then said:

"There is one more thing that Mr. Nan wants me to convey."

Cheng Nian'an looked at Qin Yan.

The expression on Qin Yan's face was impeccable.

"In view of the relationship between an unmarried couple, Mr. Nan said that he would make an appointment with Miss Cheng to have a meal together tomorrow, at noon or evening, the time is up to you."

Cheng Nian'an: "..."

Soon, Cheng Nian'an returned to the hall holding the flower.

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

"Is it from Yu Heng again?" Father Cheng asked.

Mother Cheng also smiled and asked:

"You young people are only interested in sending flowers when you are in love now, but you are not interested in meeting for dinner?"

How can I improve my progress without meeting?

Falling in love through distance?

Cheng Nian'an, who had just been 'notified' that they would meet for dinner tomorrow: "..."

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

This time, I didn’t carry it upstairs and put it directly on the long table nearby.

"Era are different, there is a generation gap."

Listening to this perfunctory answer, Father Cheng and Mother Cheng said: "..."