classmate engagement

Cheng Yan got into the car with a bouquet of flowers in his arms, and the car was filled with fragrance for a moment. Jiang Muping glanced at the colorful bouquet in his arms and asked, "Why did you buy so many flowers?"

"I want to put it at home." Cheng Yan belatedly looked at Jiang Muping, "Are you not allergic to pollen?"

"Not allergic."

With flowers in his arms, Cheng Yan couldn't reach the seat belt with his hands, and fumbled awkwardly for a long time by the seat.Jiang Muping leaned over, carrying a faint fragrance.

Cheng Yan leaned back subconsciously while holding Hua, Jiang Muping's hand passed in front of him and helped him fasten his seat belt.

"Thank you."

Jiang Muping started the car and heard Chengyan ask him: "What perfume do you use? It smells so good."

"I don't use perfume," Jiang Muping lowered his head and sniffed his neck. "It might be the smell of laundry detergent."

Speaking of laundry detergent, Chengyan suddenly remembered that he seemed to habitually throw dirty clothes into the clothes basket last night, but forgot to wash...

So as soon as he got home, Cheng Yan immediately went to see the clothes basket.

empty.

He glanced at the balcony and found that his clothes had been washed and hung up to dry, and what was even more terrible was that his underwear was also hanging on the hanger, which would have been completely dried and blown in the wind.

Not to mention that Jiang Muping helped him put his dirty underwear into the washing machine, just the fact that Jiang Muping dried his underwear was enough to make Cheng Yan feel ashamed.

Chengyan has always lived alone and is used to being independent. He has never eaten food cooked by others, nor worn clothes washed by others.

No one has ever dried his clothes, let alone his underwear.

Cheng Yan looked away from the balcony, went to the bathroom to find a bucket, filled some water, and inserted the flowers into the bucket.The things he bought in the supermarket have been delivered home, Jiang Muping brought them in, "Bought so many things?"

"There is nothing in the refrigerator, buy some stock to fill it up." Cheng Yan hesitated for a while, and asked, "Professor Jiang, did you help me wash my clothes?"

"Well, what happened?"

"Underwear or something, I'll do it myself next time... It's dirty."

It seems that Chengyan is not used to other people's intimate kindness, just like he has known Jiang Muping for so long and even got married, but he still politely says "thank you" when Jiang Muping helps him fasten his seat belt.

In fact, Jiang Muping washes Cheng Yan's underwear by hand, and Jiang Muping doesn't like to use the washing machine to wash his underwear.

Jiang Muping thought about it, but decided not to tell Cheng Yan about it.He could already imagine Chengyan's froze expression after knowing the truth.

"A Yan," Jiang Muping looked at him, "I'm not as picky as you think."

Cheng Yan muttered, "I don't think you're picky."

The sound of the doorbell interrupted their conversation, and Cheng Yan walked over to open the door, and outside the door was the delivery man from the Home Furnishing Pavilion.

"Mr. Chengyan? These are the goods you ordered from 'Shiyan', please sign for them."

When the vase arrived, Cheng Yan picked out the flowers in the bucket and inserted them into the vases in batches, and then placed the vases with flowers in the living room, dining room and entrance respectively.

Their new home is a little bit different and full of life.

Cheng Yan bought a lot of beautiful tableware, some of which were very cute and pleasing to the eye.Humming a little song, he cleaned the tableware, dried them meticulously, and put them in the cupboard.

The dinner was still made by Chengyan. After Jiang Muping cut the palm-sized potatoes into the size of eggs, Chengyan decided not to hand over the difficult task of cooking to Jiang Muping.

Cheng Yan couldn't help laughing: "Professor Jiang, what did you grow up eating all these years?"

"Eat the unpalatable meal I made myself." Jiang Muping said solemnly and humorously.

Cheng Yan laughed so hard that his shoulders shook, and there was no sound, but his back looked very happy.

Jiang Muping also smiled.

Before dinner started, Cheng Yan handed Jiang Muping a card.

Jiang Muping showed doubts.

Cheng Yan explained: "This is my savings. I usually get tattoos for people, and the money collected is also into this account. I think someone needs to manage the accounts at home. Let this card go to you."

There are at least a million in this account, Jiang Muping laughed: "Aren't you afraid that I will take the money and run away?"

Cheng Yan smiled: "If you run away, I will ask your parents for debt."

Jiang Muping pushed the card back: "No need, we're all adults now, it's normal to be financially independent, and you're not my appendage, this is your money, you should keep it safe."

Although what Jiang Muping said is reasonable, but Chengyan is a spender, fortunately he spends more and earns more. Before being single, he could be more relaxed and unrestrained, but now he is a married person, so he still needs to be restrained.

"Sometimes I spend money recklessly," Cheng Yan said, "I'll keep this card with you."

"What about your usual expenses?"

"I have another card."

Jiang Muping still didn't want to take it.

Cheng Yan couldn't help but said: "You bought the house and the ring, I can't just sit back and enjoy it all the time."

"Husband and wife share property," Jiang Muping said, "What is mine is yours."

Cheng Yan's heart moved slightly.

Jiang Muping is worthy of being a teacher. He is good at persuasion and the art of speaking. He can even speak words of persuasion so well that Cheng Yan took the card back in a few words.

Cheng Yan didn't know if he was so obedient, whether he succumbed to Jiang Muping's majesty as a professor, or simply succumbed to Jiang Muping.

Today is still a day of sleeping in separate rooms, Jiang Muping went into the guest room after taking a shower, and said "good night" to Cheng Yan.

Their way of getting along is very subtle. If you have to say it, it is the truest portrayal of the idiom "respect each other as guests".

In terms of estrangement, they sometimes get close, Jiang Muping is so good at teasing, none of Chengyan's previous suitors was as good at teasing people.

The clouds are calm and the wind is light, but the lethality is so great.

But Jiang Muping grasped the sense of proportion, making Chengyan feel that his occasional ambiguous behaviors are all about managing a marriage.

Chengyan was rushing to work in the living room, and was about to drive out Shiyin's design overnight. Since meeting Jiang Muping, he had never smoked in front of Jiang Muping. I couldn't help it anymore, so I bit one into my mouth, and took a light sip.

At night, Jiang Muping got up at night, opened the door and smelled the faint smell of smoke in the air.The light in the living room was on, and Cheng Yan was lying in front of the coffee table, with a cigarette in his mouth, bowing his head to draw pictures on the paper.

The diagenetic face is calm and focused.

The cigarette was half burned, and a long piece of ash hung precariously on the end of the cigarette.

Maybe because he noticed the too long ash, he shook the ash into the ashtray with a cigarette between his hands.Then, he put the filter rod in his lips again, took a puff, and exhaled a few wisps of white smoke.

Cheng Yan's attention was too concentrated, and when Jiang Muping came to him, he only saw a faint figure out of the corner of his eye.Cheng Yan raised his eyes slightly, unprepared, took a sharp breath of smoke, and coughed.

Jiang Muping poured him a glass of water.

"Still working so late?" Jiang Muping asked casually.

"There's a picture to chase." Cheng Yan pressed his half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray and extinguished it, "I'll open a window for ventilation."

Cheng Yan opened the window and took a sip of the water Jiang Muping poured for him.

Jiang Muping sat down on the sofa, glanced at Cheng Yan's picture, and then turned his eyes to Cheng Yan's cigarette.

Cheng Yan smoked long and thin women's cigarettes, and the ashtray was still a cartoon sheep with cigarette butts stuck in it crookedly.He smokes a lot, and he should be quite addicted to cigarettes.

"I'm sorry, you don't like the smell of smoke, do you?" Cheng Yan licked his wet lips, "I won't smoke in front of you in the future."

"There seems to be no difference between smoking in front of me and behind my back."

Cheng Yan was in a bit of a dilemma: "Professor Jiang... I really can't quit, I need some more."

Chengyan started smoking when he was in high school, and he has been smoking for a long time. When he was the most intense smoker, he even smoked pearl cigarettes. This kind of cigarette is easy to get on at the beginning, but he feels tired after smoking too much.During that time, his mental state was not very good, and then he gradually controlled the frequency of smoking.

Although the smoking is not as fierce as before, it is impossible to completely quit.

"I'm sure I won't smoke in front of you, okay?" Cheng Yan discussed with him.

Jiang Muping didn't mind the smell of cigarettes, he was just worried about Chengyan's health.

"Can you give me a cigarette?" Jiang Muping asked Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, then took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to Jiang Muping.

Jiang Muping took the cigarette, holding it between his fingers, picked up the lighter next to the cigarette case, lit the cigarette, and took the cigarette into his mouth under Cheng Yan's blank gaze.

Cheng Yan looked at him in surprise.

Jiang Muping bit the cigarette lightly, pursed his thin lips slightly, and took a breath.

Even his smoking posture is very elegant, unhurried, calm and gentle.

Jiang Muping exhaled a puff of white smoke slowly, then pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, stared at the cigarette in his hand with some absentmindedness, and said in a low voice, "So it's this kind of smell."

"Is this your first time smoking?" Cheng Yan asked.

"Well," Jiang Muping shook the ash into the sheep ashtray, "My father is a doctor, and no one smokes at home."

What shocked Cheng Yan was that Jiang Muping was so familiar with smoking for the first time, that he didn't even choke on it.

"Then you are very talented in this area." Cheng Yan flicked the cigarette case twice with his fingers, "When I smoked for the first time, tears flowed from my eyes."

"When did you first smoke a cigarette?"

"high school."

Jiang Muping nodded casually: "I don't remember ever catching you."

Jiang Muping was the class monitor in high school, and managing discipline was his daily job as a class cadre.

"I hid it well." Cheng Yan smiled with his eyes a little crooked.

"Where do you usually hide?"

"music classroom."

Chengyan met Jiang Muping who was rehearsing the piano there, and he once looked at Jiang Muping's back and swallowed his clouds.

The cigarette in Jiang Muping's hand was already half burned, and Cheng Yan asked him, "Aren't you going to smoke?"

Jiang Muping glanced down at the cigarette, "No more, I don't like the taste." He shook off the ash and brought the cigarette to Chengyan's mouth.

Cheng Yan was a little dazed, opened his mouth involuntarily, and bit the filter stick.

The cotton filter stick was soft and moist, Jiang Muping had sucked it.

Jiang Muping looked at him and said, "I can only smoke this last one today."