Love him deep into bone marrow Jian Hanfeng Chengyou

"Really." Cheng Wen nodded, the innocent and calm expression on his delicate face made Jian Qing's heart ache.

"Will you come to the wedding?"

Jian Qing's face was tense, she held on to him for a long time, and squeezed out a sentence. "...I won't allow it."

"Hmm..." Cheng Wen's wrist hurt from the huge pinch, and he frowned in pain.

Jian Qing subconsciously let go.

Dai Shengding frowned and pushed him, "Stay away from us."

Jian Qing's tall figure staggered back and was supported by Assistant Chen who hurried forward.

"Master, let's go back..."

Jian Qing fell ill several times when she returned to China this time, and she finally recovered a little bit. Zhang An'er was worried, and asked Assistant Chen to go abroad with her, so that she could have someone to take care of her.

She was clearly right to be concerned.

Jian Qing was like this. She was willful and rebellious since she was a child, and she didn't listen to her family's words very much. She was spoiled as a real son-in-law. In fact, she never suffered any setbacks in her life. When she suddenly encountered such a strong blow, her whole body collapsed.

No one taught him how to love someone, and when he belatedly found out what he wanted, the other person had left him and left.

The wind picked up in the square, and the laughter of tourists came from around.

Jian Qing suddenly remembered a sentence.

Human sorrows are not connected...

He watched Dai Shengding hold Cheng Wen's hand, gently massaged his wrist, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt..." Cheng Wen shook his head and smiled.

Dai Shengding rubbed his head, "That's good, let's go."

Cheng Wen nodded, his eyes met Jian Qing, then moved away in a panic, and followed Dai Shengding away obediently.

Jian Qing wanted to catch up, but Assistant Chen stopped him by grabbing his arm.

A faint sigh came from his side.

"Master, go back."

"It's useless to catch up."

"Your body is not well yet, so you can't blow the wind all the time."

Jian Qing stared at the increasingly distant figure, his vision gradually became blurred, and he heard his own voice squeezed out of his hoarse throat.

"Uncle Chen..."

"What should I do……"

"He doesn't believe me."

"Hey." Assistant Chen sighed, "Master heard that the Cheng family wanted to start a winery business in the capital, and tried to contact them in the name of cooperation. I plan to take this opportunity to talk to Master Cheng about your relationship. But he doesn't even want to see us."

"He hates me very much." Jian Qing said.

"I don't want to give Cheng Wen to me."

"Mr. Cheng Wen would be fine if he could read and write. Let him have a paternity test, and he won't even recognize his own daughter." Assistant Chen frowned, "But... hey."

"The only thing that can work right now is to find a way to make Master Cheng let go."

"As long as he is willing to accept you and tell Mr. Cheng Wen the truth, there is still a chance."

"If he doesn't let go, Mr. Cheng Wen won't listen to anyone."

"Yes..." The figure of the man finally disappeared from sight. Jian Qing lowered his head and murmured, "Xiao Wen only believes in his father now, and..."

And his fiancé.

Jian Qing is no longer hospitalized, and he bought a manor villa in the local area.

The location is very close to Cheng's house, so close that whenever you miss the little fool, you can see the big iron gate of their house and the fountain pool inside after a few steps to the left.

Instead of going home immediately, she went to a nearby supermarket with Assistant Chen.

The things to buy are simple, celery, pork, and flour.

Assistant Chen followed behind him and asked him what he bought these things for, and Jian Qing said to make wontons.

Cheng Wen likes to eat wontons.

He has been a young master since he was a child, and he has someone to take care of him in everything, and of course he doesn't know about such tedious things as cooking.

This time when I returned to China, I specially learned from Zhang An’er, and I learned very seriously, how to stuff the stuffing, how to stick the dough, and what to pay attention to when cooking wontons, all in my mind.

Time was limited, he had to accompany his daughter, so he didn't practice too many times, but with the help of Zhang An'er, he did it fairly successfully.

But when it comes to fighting alone, it's not the same thing.

Jian Qing is actually quite quick at learning things, as long as he thinks about it, he can quickly get started with operations and management, otherwise the company would not be able to grow so quickly.

However, when it came to the not-so-difficult task of wrapping wontons, it couldn't be done at all.

The stuffing that comes out is either too salty or too bland. The dough that comes out of the stick can be thin or thick. Too thin and easy to break. Soft and rotten, out of shape.

Jian Qing practiced it three or four times, and used up all the ingredients he bought for fillings, and asked Assistant Chen to go out to buy them in a muffled voice.

Although it is still far behind Zhang Chen'er's craftsmanship.

It can't compare to the wonton stew shop in Yongchang Lane.

I don't know if the little fool will like it.

At least in his opinion, it was slightly tastier than the ravioli sold in French ravioli shops.

Jian Qing only tasted two, and carefully packed the rest into the insulated box prepared in advance.

After tossing all afternoon, it was already dark outside.

Jian Qing glanced at the watch on her wrist, it was 05:30, it was dinner time.

He looked at Assistant Chen who was standing by, "Is Xiao Wen back?"

"He's back, Mr. Dai sent him back." Assistant Chen said. "It's been half an hour since I went in, and I haven't come out yet. I guess I'll stay at Cheng's house for dinner."

Jian Qing responded in a low voice, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a moment of silence, he handed the sky-blue insulation box in his hand to Assistant Chen, and said earnestly, "Go and give it to him."

"Tell him... eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Assistant Chen had never seen the noble young master in an apron.

The apron was a brown puppy pattern, and inside was a high-quality white shirt with the cuffs rolled up, and the arms were covered with white flour, and even the handsome face was stained a little, which looked a little funny.

Assistant Chen felt sad, so he didn't go to pick it up, and persuaded in a low voice, "Master, you should go by yourself."

"You have to tell Mr. Cheng Wen what you want, so that he can know."

Jian Qing's Adam's apple twitched, and she had never been so afraid of facing Cheng Wen like now, "I'm afraid he won't eat it if he knows I made it."

He finally understood that it was such an uncomfortable thing to be misunderstood, disgusted, and hated by someone he loved deeply.

It is uncomfortable to feel that every moment of breathing is accompanied by tearing pain.

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Assistant Chen sighed.

Under his persuasion, Jian Qing finally plucked up the courage to deliver wonton stew in person.

After ringing the doorbell, it was Cheng's servant who came out to open the door. Jian Qing asked for Cheng Wen, and she immediately went in to convey the message.

Exquisite French candlesticks are placed on the rectangular dining table, as well as the dinner carefully prepared by the French chef.

Cheng Wei sat at the main seat, while Cheng Wenwen and Dai Shengding sat face to face next to him.

Hearing that Dai Shengding said that Cheng Wen agreed to his marriage proposal, Cheng Wei was very happy, opened a bottle of red wine that he had kept for many years, and drank a lot with his son-in-law.

Cheng Wen obediently took sips of orange juice, and listened to them discussing the wedding, but was confused and didn't understand what his father and Dai Shengding said, he just nodded and let them go.

Anyway, as long as good friends can accompany him.

Cheng Wen went to the bathroom on the way, and when he came out, he happened to meet a girl who came in to pass on the message. Hearing that a friend was looking for him, he took his coat from the entrance, put it on, and ran out.

Apart from Dai Shengding, Jian Qing is the only friend he has left. Cheng Wen guessed it was him, and he was not surprised when he saw Jian Qing.

During the day, I actually wanted to say a few words to him, but Dai Shengding urged him to leave, so I couldn't.

The dim lights in the manor fell down, and occasionally the sound of dogs barking came from a distance. Cheng Wen opened the iron gate to welcome him out. Jian Qing really saw the little fool she was thinking of, but forgot what to say.

It was Cheng Wen who spoke first, with his usual soft voice, "Ah Qing...you, did you come to see me for something?"

Jian Qing smiled, and handed him the insulated box in his hand, "No, just tonight, I made ravioli stew. It's a taste that you can't get in France, so I'll bring it over for you by the way."

He tried his best to behave normally, and didn't want to show strange emotions in front of him all the time.

The little fool can't remember the past, forcing this feeling on him will only make him feel heavy and burdened.

But in fact, his wrists were trembling slightly due to tension.

Afraid he would refuse.

Cheng Wen stretched out his hand to take it in a daze, "Oh...thank you."

"You're welcome." Jian Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but felt uncomfortable in his heart because he was too polite to him.

"There is no need to be so polite between us." He added in a low voice.

Cheng Wen looked up at him suspiciously, "Ah? What are you talking about?..."

"It's nothing." Jian Qing smiled, reached out and rubbed his head as before.

This action made the relationship between the two seem very close, but because of Cheng Wen's next sentence, they suddenly pulled away.

It was so far away that Cheng Wenming stood in front of Jian Qing, but he couldn't see it clearly.

"By the way, we were discussing when we were having dinner just now. Dad said that he plans to let Brother Dai and I go to register and hold the wedding next month. Will you come then?..."

Jian Qing froze, and slowly withdrew her hand, "Next month... so soon."

"Yes, yes, my father hoped that I would get married early, and said he wanted to have a grandson..." Cheng Wen scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

Jian Qing's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, hidden under the dim light, making it difficult to detect easily.

His dry lips moved, wanting to say that Mo Mo is still waiting for you to go back and hug her.

But it's useless to say.

"...Do you like Dai Shengding?"

Cheng Wen nodded, "I like it...Brother Dai is very kind to me."

"Because you are my friend, so, so I want you to attend my wedding..."

Jian Qing twitched the corners of her mouth, "Then you also like me... I can treat you very well."

"..."

"Just kidding, don't take it to heart."

"Come on in, wonton won't taste good if it's cold."

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