I am super sweet when I get the certificate [Transmigration Book]

No wonder Shen Cifeng either turned off the lights or put on his clothes every time he was with him, Jiao Tang thought it was that person's hobby.

After a moment of silence, Jiao Tang said softly, "I bought chestnuts fried in sugar, do you want to eat?"

I just heard from Uncle Yu, the housekeeper, that when Shen Cifeng was young, his grandfather liked to take him to the theatrical troupe to watch plays. After the show, he and his grandmother would buy sugar-fried chestnuts, which was a weekly habit of the three of them.

Jiao Tang remembered the vicissitudes in Uncle Yu's eyes when he talked about the past: "Since the death of the master and wife, I have never seen Master Cifeng really smile."

Unexpectedly, he would say this, Shen Cifeng was startled.

This scar came when he was four years old.

The biological mother was stimulated to suffer from mental illness, and raised a knife to make his "stain" related to Shen's father disappear.

Stepping forward lightly, Jiao Tang saw the open drawer and lowered the corner of his eyes: "Are you applying medicine? Is the wound serious?"

"It doesn't matter." Shen Cifeng answered almost without thinking, "It's just an ointment to lighten the scars, nothing."

Jiao Tang raised his eyes and asked, "Can I help you?"

"Huh?" Shen Cifeng originally resisted being seen with his scars, but when he met his scorched eyes, he responded like a ghost, "Okay."

The two sat down by the bay window, Jiao Tan poured out some ointment, rubbed it on his palm to warm it up, and carefully pasted the scar: "Is this right?"

He heard the man answer in a muffled voice: "Yes."

Jiao Tang's palm was warm and delicate, sliding slowly on Shen Cifeng's back muscles, as if carrying a dense electric current, and the soft fingertips circled little by little, as if stirring his breath.Gritting his teeth, Shen Cifeng had some pictures in his mind that must not be known.

"Does it hurt when you apply it?" Jiao Tang moved closer, feeling his back tense inexplicably, and asked worriedly, "Did I apply it wrong?"

"No, no." The light-scented breath brushed over his ears, Shen Cifeng's reason and instinct were tearing away the control of his body, and he could hardly last until he could finish applying a thin layer of ointment. He couldn't bear it, grabbed Jiao Tang's hand: "Okay."

Shun put down the medicine, Jiao Tang blinked: "Your face is a little red."

Shen Cifeng tried to cover up his embarrassment with clothes: "It is, the normal effect of the medicine."

Standing up, Jiao Tang secretly looked at Shen Cifeng who was arranging his clothes from the reflection of the glass window. When applying the medicine, he couldn't think about it. It seemed that the person's body temperature and the touch of muscle lines still remained on his hands.

Waiting for the two of them to sit down at the table together, Shen Cifeng opened the familiar kraft paper bag, and a few steaming candied chestnuts fell on the table. Golden chestnuts.

With a crisp click, the caramel-colored chestnuts are peeled off whole, sweet and sweet.

Jiao Tang raised his chin with both hands, his eyes sparkled: "Is it delicious?"

I heard from Uncle Yu that Shen Cifeng doesn't like oily chestnuts, but only eats chestnuts.The address of the old opera troupe moved early, and it was even more difficult to find roadside vendors. Fortunately, he asked the auntie group of the public welfare class for help, and went around several old towns. Finally, in an old street, he bought a bag of freshly baked sugar fried rice. Chestnut.

"It's delicious." Shen Cifeng's voice was a little hoarse, "You try it too."

Bringing the peeled chestnuts to Jiao Tang's mouth, the man lowered his head like a kitten drinking water, and the tip of his tongue rolled over his fingertips, leaving a warm itching.

Staring at the corner of the upturned mouth of the person in front of him, Shen Cifeng's Adam's apple couldn't help slipping, and he wanted to kiss Jiao Tan again.

The juice moistened the scorched lips, and I didn't notice the eyes around me, and said casually: "I was embroidering the embroidery painting ordered by President Lei Ze recently. Chance to meet a real person?"

Shen Cifeng asked absently: "Do you want to see him in real life?"

"I'm a little curious, have you seen it?" Jiao Tang tilted his head, taking his distraction as a default, "Have you seen it?! Tell me!"

Shen Cifeng's attention was all on his opening and closing lips, and he didn't listen at all.

The corner of Jiao Tang's mouth curled down: "Not at all? It's really boring."

Shen Cifeng struggled to utter a few words: "He... is a good man."

What Jiao Tang wanted to hear was not this: "Is it good-looking?"

Shen Cifeng: "Okay, okay?"

I wanted to ask "how does it compare to you", but Jiao Tang thought about it, if President Lei Ze was as good-looking as Shen Cifeng, he might not be able to hide his identity.Seeing that Shen Cifeng only peeled but didn't eat, he pushed the man's arm: "It's getting cold."

Afraid that he would continue to ask, Shen Cifeng fed one into his mouth: "Half for each person."

Yesterday I checked the condition of the costumes in the Qin family's old house. Today Jiao Tang is going to visit Mr. Jiao who is back from vacation, and ask him for advice on how to restore embroidery costumes.

The car just stopped in front of Jiao's mansion. As soon as Jiao Tang opened the car door, he heard an overjoyed "Lang Tang!"

Old Man Jiao, who was walking towards him, had a red face and didn't even use a cane: "I heard from President Hong about your participation in the competition. I won't let you suffer this kind of grievance. Grandpa will definitely stand up for you."

Just this morning, Chairman Hong invited him to appreciate the entries, only to find out that Jiao Tan's work was "shady", which made him very angry.Even if Jiao Tang did not do well in the past, it was still from the Jiao family, so how could outsiders be allowed to bully and oppress him!

His grandson probably really grew up, and Mr. Jiao was deeply moved. He not only took the initiative to invite Ying to teach public welfare classes, but also actively promoted and participated in the competition online;

Could it be that after getting rid of Zhou Minghui, he really became enlightened?

"I doubted your embroidery earlier, it was Grandpa's fault." Mr. Jiao held his hand, "Seeing that you are back on the right track, Grandpa will rest assured."

Jiao Tang looked away with a guilty conscience: "There is still a lot to learn. By the way, I went to see Mrs. Qin's costumes yesterday, and there were a few places that were disconnected and out of shape. I want to compare it with the draft at that time to see how to change it as a whole."

Speaking of the costume, Mr. Jiao couldn't help but feel heartbroken, so he asked the housekeeper to look through the draft. The grandpa and grandson sat down by the pond, and the old man said to Jiao Tang, "That gold and silver cloak was made by me and a dozen old masters." It took three months to embroider with the best brocade and gold and silver threads, and as long as it is well maintained, it can be passed on for at least two or three generations."

Sighing, he continued: "After the death of the two elders of the Qin family, although the second daughter Qin Xueyi is nominally half the heir of the Qin family, she dismissed the old servants and left the old house empty. I don't think she has the face to face the old man Qin. tablet!"

Even if the rich and powerful have always had a lot of grievances, actions like Qin Xueyi's to seduce her brother-in-law and drive her sister crazy are despised everywhere.

"After old man Qin and his wife passed away, Qin Xueyi almost sent Cifeng to a mental hospital." Mr. Jiao was angry when he mentioned it, "I don't know how old man Qin could teach such a daughter. Later, Mrs. Shen couldn't see it. It is up to the master to send Cifeng abroad, and it lasts for more than ten years, and he does not care about it."

Jiao Tang clenched his hands: he had never heard Shen Cifeng mention this.

Looking towards the top of the mountain, Mr. Jiao said in a deep voice: "Our two families have a little friendship. Your parents will visit him occasionally when they are on business trips. They think this child will become a great talent in the future, so our family insists on not rescinding your engagement."

Now it seems that despite the twists and turns of the two juniors, they finally came together.At first, Mr. Jiao was really worried about whether Shen Cifeng would bear his grudge and take revenge on Jiao Tan. Now seeing that Jiao Tang is in high spirits and completely reborn, it is a blessing in disguise.

After handing over the embroidery draft and the completed drawing to his grandson, Mr. Jiao urged him so much that he was almost told to move back to the old house and stare at the teacher hand in hand.Jiao Tang assured him again and again that after the restoration plan was decided, he would have a look at it before he could barely get away.

After leaving the Jiao family's mansion, Jiao Tang asked the driver to drive to the top of the mountain, but saw several people arguing in front of the old Qin's house.

The woman standing outside the door was wearing gold and silver, and her voice was sharp: "I am the daughter of the Qin family, why can't I go in?!"

Who else is it not Qin Xueyi?

Uncle Yu at the door said forcefully: "Now this place belongs to Master Cifeng, no one can enter without his permission."

Looking around, within half a day, the crumbling rusted iron gate of the old house was replaced with a magnificent carved and hollowed-out gate. Several gardeners were tidying up the deserted garden, and the path buried by weeds finally saw the light of day.

"Miss Qin, what a coincidence." Jiao Tang walked straight past Qin Xueyi and greeted the housekeeper politely: "Uncle Yu."

"Master Xiaotang," Uncle Yu smiled when he saw him coming, and quickly asked the security guard to open the door: "The inside has just been cleaned, and some tea and snacks are prepared, I don't know if it suits your taste."

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, Qin Xueyi's shoulders trembled, but she was stopped by the security guards and screamed, "Why can he go in?"

Before Jiao Tang could open his mouth, Uncle Yu said sharply, "Young Master Jiao is the legitimate master here."