Her Sweet Taste [Rebirth]

Outside the old attic are towering old trees, and the sunlight comes in sparsely, bringing a natural tranquility.

An Jing put down her phone and opened the door, Chen Jie leaned against the door, "Xiao An'an, your little aunt is angry and wants to drive me away."

"Teacher Chen, drive slowly on the way." Jing Jing was not polite, she and the little aunt were best friends, and they would make up after only two days of quarreling.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I don't feel pity at all, I won't joke with you anymore, if someone asks you to sign a book, don't agree." Chen Jie patted An Jing's shoulder, put away her joking thoughts.

Since you don't sign a contract with Tianyu, it's best not to sign with other companies, so as not to be affected by the war of entertainment companies.

Jing Jing didn't understand what she meant, and avoided her hand: "Mr. Chen should leave earlier."

She won't promise anything, and she doesn't understand the affairs of the big company, so it's better to pretend to be confused.

An Jing didn't make a statement, and Chen Jie didn't say much. Looking at the short words, he wanted to protect An Jing, and he probably wouldn't communicate with other entertainment companies.

After going downstairs, Jian Ci was still sitting on the sofa, playing with her phone with her head down. Chen Jie greeted casually and left.

There were only four people left in the attic, and the old lady went back to the house. The servant was an aunt in her 40s who had taken care of the old lady for several years and knew about Jian Ci's situation.

She came out of the kitchen and wiped the water stains on her hands with her apron: "Xiao Ci staying tonight?"

"Stay for one night and leave, or the old lady will be unhappy." Jian Ci didn't arouse too much interest. Although Chen Jie was not kind, it was her job, but in the end she reminded her that there were other companies looking for Jing Jing.

Sometimes in shopping malls, things are not valuable in themselves, but become valuable after being fired to a certain height.Without Tianyu intervening in the plagiarism lawsuit, An Jing might not lose.

Even if a college student has evidence, he can't win against a company with a huge food chain.

During lunch, Mrs. Tang kept asking about An Jing's family background. She was reluctant to go out and didn't know anything about the outside world.Seeing such a well-behaved child as An Jing, I like it from the bottom of my heart.

But she didn't see the ambiguous relationship between the two.

But the servant aunt saw it.When did Jian Ci bring someone back, there were no boys or girls, but this time he brought them back rashly and stayed overnight, so the relationship is hard to say.

Mrs. Tang was a teacher when she was young. When she heard that the two had a teacher-student relationship, she was envious: "At that time, students were terrified when they saw the teacher, let alone go home with the teacher for dinner."

An Jing glanced at the expressionless brief, and stuck out her tongue: "Grandma, did you physically punish the students at that time?"

"How can it be, but the students are also good, and it will be fine after a few words of scolding." The old lady was very kind, watching the quiet little movements, and asked with a smile: "Now the teacher still beats people?"

"Hit, it hurts to hit someone." Jing Jing picked up a piece of fresh fish for the old lady, and the fish spines on the back were rarely suitable for the elderly to eat.

As soon as she was caught, someone stepped on her foot, and Jian Ci looked at her with a grim smile on the other side.

The old lady was surprised when she heard the teacher beating someone, "Now the Education Bureau doesn't beat people, you can report it."

Jing Jing pursed her lips, her eyes were dark, and said with a smile: "It's useless to report."

"Why is it useless? Does the Education Bureau not care?" The old lady didn't understand. She looked at Jing Jing seriously, and the 80-year-old man's eyes were cloudy.

"Grandma, don't listen to her nonsense, I have time today, do I want to go out and relax?" Jian Ci impatiently interrupted the unnutritious words of the two, her eyes beckoning to be quiet and shut up.

I still remember hitting her a few times when I was a child.

The old lady usually doesn't go out, but when she saw her granddaughter came back, she was happy and nodded, "Why don't you stay for a few more days, I can't keep up with you young people, you play first, and then take me to relax after playing."

An Jing didn't dare to speak after being oppressed by her eyes. She was curious about what the little aunt's parents did. This attic looked old, but it was very old, and it was next to the resort, so it should be very valuable.

The scenery in the resort area is good, and Lingxia is the leader in real estate in City Z, so the style he created is also different.

After dinner, the old lady chatted with the two about the resort, and then she talked about Xia Rong: "She is a capable woman who started from scratch, but it's hard to live alone."

An Jing was peeling pears, and when she heard that, she looked up at Jian Ci, she hooked the corners of her mouth and said nothing.

The two juniors didn't speak, and the old lady continued her opinion of Xia Rong: "I advised her to get married, but she said she didn't want to. How many people in this day and age have true feelings, and they will go for her money. I just It’s good to have a child, she said she once had one, but her mother gave it away.”

The smell of gossip became stronger, An Jing just peeled the pear and handed it to the old lady: "Why did you give the child away?"

"Her mother sent her ex-husband." The old lady gasped, took the pear and looked at Jing Jing with a smile. This child is really good.

Jing Jing didn't think much about it, and continued to peel the pear, and after a while, she heard Jian Ci's words: "Who did she marry?"

"I didn't say that, but that husband also disappeared. I don't know where he went. Xia Rong became cold." The old lady had a good mouth and praised: "This pear is good. I heard it was imported. Every time Xia Rong Come here and bring some fruit."

An Jing, who was peeling a pear, looked at the fruit in her hand, and passed it to the servant aunt after peeling it, her eyebrows and eyes curved: "Auntie eats pears, they are tender and sweet, we have worked hard for you here, let me make dinner."

"No, it's lively when you come. I'll make dinner and I'll make it."

Seeing the aunt's smiling face, Jian Ci's expression relaxed a lot, little things are used to coaxing people.Knowing that it was sent by Rong Xia, she was so shocked that she gave it to someone else and got a good deal.

The two of them will not go to the resort in front of them.After eating the pears, Jian Ci went back to the study to deal with matters and asked An Jing to make soup.

An Jing suddenly felt that she was a nanny hired by Jian Ci, doing laundry and cooking.

Jing Jing didn't understand the structure of the old house, so she cooked the soup after getting used to it for an afternoon. She added imported white pears to the soup, and she sent Jian Ci a bowl.

She only cooks soup, whether to drink it or not is a simple matter.

Before sending the soup, I also sent a bowl to grandma, and the old lady praised a few words.

Jian Ci was touching the keyboard in the study, and when she looked up, she saw pears in the bowl.

Tsk, she is really a little heartless, and used the pears Xia Rong gave her to scare her.

Jing Jing is usually soft and cute, she has been a good girl for half her life, and she doesn't know how rebellious she is inside.Jian Ci almost watched her grow up, knowing that appearances are deceiving.

Will a good girl be bold enough to watch the video?

"If you don't eat it yourself, then give it to me. Are you afraid that I will react? You eat it yourself first, and I'm afraid it will be poisonous."

There is not much space in the study room, the bookcase and sofa occupy half of the space, and the whistling sound of the air conditioner is like a musical note knocking on the heart.

"I've been cooking for hours, and you're just so casual?" Quiet didn't drink, with a slight smile after playing.

She smiled naturally, without any shyness, and her faint beauty was engraved in her bones.

Jian Ci laughed angrily at her fearless attitude, and when she looked up, she saw Jing Jing standing honestly in front of her, bright and lively, as if what she just did was not done by her.

She stood up and pinched her chin: "Quiet, do you know what you're doing?"

Quietly smiled: "I know, I'm making soup, and by the way, I'm trying to keep you in the loop, who told you to treat me as a nanny."

She is very clear-headed, with great pride in her heart, and she will not give in.

Jian Ci frowned, Quiet seemed to be full of pride, she pressed her face, and her lips were inadvertently imprinted on hers.

The sound of the air conditioner suddenly stopped.

Jing Jing squinted her eyes, afraid that Jian Ci would reach out and push her away, so she quickly reached out to hold her hand, and then wrapped her arms around her waist.

After the air conditioner stopped running, needles could be heard in the study room, and someone's heartbeat sounded like a drum beating.

Quiet is no longer quiet, her movements are quite ruthless, behind Jianci is the table, half of her body is in the air, but the hot body in front of her is pressed against her.

The breathing is intertwined, like the hot sun outside, the hot air flows all over the body, not letting go of any inch of blood.

An Jing leaned very close to her, her reluctance just now turned into greater courage, and she clasped Jian Ci's hands even tighter.

After tasting it, the sweet smell surged in the cramped study room.

After all, Jian Ci couldn't help pushing her away, panting slightly: "The air conditioner is broken."

An Jing's face was slightly red, and she felt her legs were weak after being pushed away. She buried her head in the crook of her neck, unwilling to let it end like this, and refused to leave: "It has nothing to do with me if it's broken, and I don't know how to repair it." .”

After Jian Ci breathed out, he stopped pushing. He only looked back at the light on the air conditioner, and it was already off. What's the matter?

Looking at the head on his shoulder again: "Weren't you very powerful just now? Why are you trembling now?"

The outside light shines through, Quiet's neck is white, her blood vessels are beating, and the body in her arms is soft.

The author has something to say: Brief: The air conditioner is broken.

Quiet: It has nothing to do with me.

Brief: If you don't kiss me, it won't be broken.

Quiet: The little aunt is fooling the kindergarten children again.