Married first and then fell in love

The date on the rooftop was over, Cheng Mu walked over to help the girl open the seat, Chen Yiting lowered her head slightly, surrounded by the charming and dangerous hormonal atmosphere, she blushed unconsciously.

"Thank you." Chen Yiting's voice was sweet and sweet.

"You don't need to be so alien, you need to get used to it." The man smiled slightly and let her walk in front.

Chen Yiting walked in front, her heart was hit by the phrase "You need to get used to it" just now, the blow was fatal, her palms were sweating non-stop, her thumb pinched her palms from time to time, the pain kept her awake, and she would not lose her composure due to excitement.

When they got downstairs, Cheng Mu sent her to the parking lot and watched her get into the driver's car of the Chen family. After seeing the car go away, the gentle and charming face just disappeared instantly, and changed into a cold and indifferent look.

"Come and pick me up." Cheng Mu took out his mobile phone and called the secretary.

Stacie waited in the parking lot for an hour. When the boss called her, the minute hand just pointed to 12. She didn't find it strange that the boss treated her life-long events like work, because she got used to it after staying with the boss for a long time. up.

Cheng Mu is like a master who has mastered the essence of face-changing in Sichuan opera. He puts on different masks for different people, and what's even more frightening is that those people don't notice it at all.

Stacie drove to the gate of the hotel, Cheng Mula opened the door and got into the back seat, resting her head against the seat and closing her eyes, the car was quiet.

After driving all the way to the company, after parking the car, stacie walked to the back seat and opened the door for the boss and said, "Boss, we're here."

"Yeah." Cheng Mu opened his eyes and raised his wrist to check the time.

10: 57.

After getting out of the car, the car door was closed, and stacie and the boss walked towards the gate of the company. At this time, the 18th floor of the building was still brightly lit, waiting for the supreme ruler here to preside over the meeting.

Yang Zhengming drove Han Qi home all the way, and when he was about to go home and be scolded, Han Qi stopped him: "Brother, remember what you promised me just now."

Yang Zhengming snorted coldly: "If you have something to call brother, if you don't have anything to call your name, you can get the hell out of me."

As Han Qi walked home, he waved goodbye to Yang Zhengming: "Brother, I'm leaving, remember what you promised me, drive home carefully, uncle drove you out and called me."

Although Yang Zhengming scolded him verbally, he was not really angry. He waved at him perfunctorily twice, and drove home by himself.

When Han Qi arrived home, the lights were still on, and it was Aunt Wang who was waiting for him. Aunt Wang waited for him to come home before going to bed every day.

Pushing open the door, Han Qi put the backpack on the shoe cabinet, and said to Aunt Wang who was sitting on the sofa: "Aunt Wang, I'm back, you should rest early, I told you, don't wait for me to come back."

Aunt Wang came over, opened the backpack, took out the thermos cup to check, and after confirming that the tea in it had been drunk, she muttered, "Xiao Qi, why are you coming home so late today? You can't do this next time. I'm hungry. Not hungry, no dinner."

"Aunt Wang, I'm not hungry. She's already an adult, not a child." Han Qi earnestly fought for his freedom.

Finally, he was 20 years old and an adult. He didn't want to be restrained anymore. He also wanted to be like other students, free and at night, trying everything he hadn't tried, and experiencing the feeling of being an adult.

"Okay, okay, you're an adult now." Aunt Wang put the shoes he had changed into the shoe cabinet, and was about to go to the kitchen to wash her hands and warm milk for Han Qi.

Seeing that although Aunt Wang listened to him verbally, but her actual actions did not change at all, Han Qi muttered and walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, hugging her exclusive flaming pillow and feeling sad.

Ah, when can I move out.

When will he be able to drink like Yang Zhengming.

When can I go to play and stay out all night like other students.

"Xiaoqi, drink up the milk, take a bath and go to bed early, and go to school tomorrow." Aunt Wang brought warm milk to him.

"I don't drink, only children drink. I'm going to sleep." Han Qi angrily put down the pillow, put on his slippers, and ran up to the second floor.

Aunt Wang shook her head helplessly, the rebellious period has come when the child grows up.

Han Qi ran back to his room, locked the door behind him, and collapsed on his bed.

Thinking here and there, his thoughts were in a mess, and Han Qi fell asleep without thinking of one, two, three, four.

The next day, Han Qi's little heart was hung up all day, and finally the teacher didn't seem to remember it at all. I don't know if the sky has eyes. Seeing him so pitiful, he raised his hand to let him go through this difficult time. .

As soon as Han Qi's heart was in his stomach, he started to feel small, and he walked with a grunt and joy, and then waited for the driver to take him home and he opened the door the moment he opened the door.

As luck would have it, his mother returned.

Han Qi's mother's surname is Han, and her name is Han Yanyan. She is 42 years old, and she looks like a woman in her 30s. Sleeves, people who step on a chair and compete with foreigners for one or two percentage points on the contract for days and nights in fluent English.

In fact, sometimes, Han Qi couldn't figure out why he inherited his mother's appearance, but not her decisive personality.

"Come here." Han Yanyan looked up at her son from a pile of documents, and spoke in an orderly tone.

Han Qi reluctantly dawdled to the sofa and sat down, as far away as possible from his mother. Seeing that his mother hadn't vacated the pile of documents, Han Qi looked at Secretary Zhang.

His eyes were gloomy, as if he was accusing Secretary Zhang.

I trust you so much, why do you have to sue my mother, you have failed my trust!

Secretary Zhang couldn't tell because he was suffering, so he could only say "it's not me" with his mouth, and quietly stood aside as a sculpture.

"Okay, those who marked me, call back to the various departments and let them do it again." Han Yanyan took out a few documents from a pile of documents, handed them to Secretary Zhang beside her, and waved her hand to signal that she could get off work.

Secretary Zhang gave the young master a helpless look, stepped on his high heels and left, leaving Han Qi with wide eyes and accusing this woman who had no sense of loyalty at all.

The door was closed, and the servants in the family stayed in the room, and there were only the two of them in the living room of Nuo Da's villa. Han Qi sat on one side of the sofa, and his mother sat on the other.

Han Qi hoped that this sofa would be a galaxy.

"Do you know where I went wrong?" Han Yanyan looked at her son and said.

Every time the opening remark is this sentence, Han Qi hates this kind of dialogue very much, he didn't dare to resist before, because he was still young, and his mother's deterrence was too great, but now I don't know why the emotions that have been accumulated for many years suddenly erupt at this moment Same.

Han Qi pursed his lips stubbornly and did not answer, the expression on his face expressed his dissatisfaction and resistance.

It was the first time for Han Yanyan to see her son's stubbornness, and her eyes showed surprise. However, education will not be interrupted because of this, and it will continue.

"Han Qi, you said that you have grown up and become an adult, then tell your mother, which of your own behaviors has the prudence of an adult? , even if you are going where, why don't you tell mom, can you not let mom worry. "

"You always say you don't want me to worry about it, but look at the things you have done yourself, do you think I can not worry about it?"

Han Qi didn't look at his mother, but looked down at the wooden floor of the living room. The wooden floor was a bit old and cracked. His mother was busy and didn't have time to ask someone to change it. Listening to her mother's chatter, Han Qi could still think about it. I remembered the scene of sitting on the sofa with Aunt Wang and watching TV dramas a few days ago.

Aunt Wang is getting old, and she likes to watch romantic dramas. At this moment, Han Qi feels like the boy that everyone hates on TV.

He wanted to resist but didn't have the guts. As long as he resisted, the mother who was acting vigorously outside would shed tears with red eyes, and this action made him speechless.

Sometimes Han Qi wondered if this was a way for his mother to manipulate him. Mother never shed tears no matter how hard she was outside, but when facing him, it seemed that tears cost nothing.

Han Qi just thought about it in his heart and didn't dare to say it out loud.

"Han Qi, you should learn more from your brother Cheng Mu. You can see how sensible your brother is. He has been outstanding in everything since he was a child. In a few days, your brother Cheng Mu will hold a birthday party. Then you will go with me."

Every time the education is finished, there will be a sentence at the end, "Look at your brother Cheng Mu". This sentence is like a curse that has been chanted since childhood. It can't be eliminated.

"I won't go." Han Qi angrily dropped this sentence and ran upstairs.

"Han Qi, I'm just notifying you, not letting you choose." Han Yanyan's warning voice came from behind.

Han Qi put his hands on the armrest, stopped, and looked back at his mother, who was sitting there majestically, looking at him.

It seems that he is always the one who makes trouble out of no reason.

Han Qi supported the railing with his hands, feeling that there was nowhere to vent his emotions, he returned to the room and slammed the door.

Han Qi took out his mobile phone from his backpack and dialed a number, but the person on the other end didn't answer, Han Qiqi kept calling until he answered.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be annoyed by him, and raised his hands to answer it.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Mu on the other end of the phone took a shower and was about to go to bed early, but the young master kept calling him.

"Cheng Mu, I hate you." Han Qi, as a well-behaved child who is always taught by his mother, can only express this level of hatred with the most vicious expressions.

"Idiot." Cheng Mu snorted coldly. He didn't know what provoked the young master again, so he hung up the phone immediately.

Han Qi was hung up before he could finish the rest of his venting, and when he called again, he was blocked, and he became even more angry.

Han Qi threw away all the things that could be thrown in the room. There was a crackling sound in the room, and the servants downstairs did not dare to go upstairs. This was the first time they saw the young master throw something.

The author has something to say: When I was chasing comics today, I saw a new term: octopus chair. I found the barrage strange, so I was curious and searched it on Baidu.

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