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

Driving on the road to the top of the mountain, Shen Cifeng caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the side of the road. He stopped and walked forward. The moment he saw who it was, he subconsciously reached out to catch the crumbling person.

Jiao Tang's eyes are big and bright, reflecting the warm light under the light, which is really beautiful; especially when he raises his head up and slightly opens his lips in a daze, like a deer that has crashed into a hunter's trap in a panic, innocent and pure.

His hands were soft and cold, and his face was pale as if covered with frost, like an ice doll. Shen Cifeng smelled the fresh and elegant fragrance of irises on his body, frowned, took off his coat without saying a word, and wrapped it around him .

Smelling the calming sandalwood fragrance on the coat, Jiao Tang didn't shirk it, put his eyes half in his arms, and said vaguely: "Thank you."

The road before dawn was quiet, the driver on the side wanted to help him, but when he reached out his hand, Shen Cifeng stopped him.

Hugging Jiao Tang horizontally, Shen Cifeng carefully put him into the back seat, tucked in the coat that was draped over him, and closed the curtain of the back seat by accident, his fingertips brushed his face intentionally or unintentionally.

The cold cheeks slid over Shen Cifeng's warm fingertips, like stroking a piece of suet jade, Shen Cifeng lowered his eyes, and the two were so close that he could count the scorched and distinct eyelashes; the slightly open collar of the shirt, the white There is a faint redness on the collarbone.

Jiao Tang's mind was in a daze, and he instinctively wanted to get closer to the source of warmth, unconsciously rubbing his fingertips resting on his face, and his crimson lips almost touched Shen Cifeng's knuckles.

Shen Cifeng suddenly opened his eyes wide, and withdrew his hand abruptly, the surrounding was so quiet that his heartbeat was deafening.

Without the boss's order, the driver didn't know whether to continue driving. He remembered that on the first day at work, the assistant reminded him that the boss had a serious cleanliness habit, and in his impression he hated being touched by strangers. out of the youth.

After the early morning mist was dispersed by the dazzling sunlight, the quiet back seat of the car was flooded with sunlight. Just as Shen Cifeng raised his hand to close the curtains, he heard a soft "Hmm..." from beside him.

"Oh!"

The moment he opened his eyes, Jiao Tang leaned back due to excessive shock, "It hurts," he slammed his head against the car window, "Why am I here?"

"Wake up." Noticing Jiao Tang's subconscious movement to stay away, Shen Cifeng became angry for no reason. It was obvious that this person ran around in the middle of the night, almost had an accident, and bumped himself into his arms.He said coldly: "Send you back."

"Thank you, thank you?" Rubbing his sore head, Jiao Tang was about to ask if he was angry, when he saw Shen Cifeng handing him a bottle of half-warm hot drink with a blank expression, he took it doubtfully, and asked, "Is it okay?" Remember, you met me on the mountain road, did I faint?"

Glancing at him, Shen Cifeng didn't want to talk. He was running around on the mountain road in the early morning alone. It would not be surprising that he would be sold another day.

"Are you going to climb the mountain early in the morning?" Jiao Tang took a sip of the fruit tea in the bottle, it was unexpectedly sweet and delicious, but Shen Cifeng pretended to be cold on the surface, secretly liking this taste?

Shen Cifeng looked away from the window, and said lightly: "It has nothing to do with you."

Jiao Tang: ...

After driving for a few minutes, the car stopped, and the driver said, "The Jiao family's old house is here."

"Thank you, it's delicious." Jiao Tang put down his drink, guessing that Shen Cifeng didn't want to talk to him, and when he turned his head to step out of the car, he said belatedly: "Is this your coat?"

Watching Jiao Tang take off his coat, Shen Cifeng inadvertently caught a glimpse of his collar pulled open, revealing a little red on his white skin, forced himself to turn his head, and said firmly: "Wait a minute."

Jiao Tang:?

"You borrow my suit," Shen Cifeng asked the driver to open the trunk of the car, stepped out of the car with Jiao Tang, and returned the dry-cleaned suit to him, "Also, what I found in my pocket."

Jiao Tang reached out to take it, and after seeing what it was, he felt a little uncomfortable: it was actually a pair of gold rings, and the letters Z and J were engraved on the inside of the rings.

"What are you doing!" Before Jiao Tang could explain to him, Zhou Minghui, who was ambushing outside the mansion, couldn't hold back, and rushed towards the two of them, but was stopped by the driver in time, "Who do you think you are? I'm him Husband! How dare you propose to him!"

Startled by the roar, Jiao Tang was shocked by this man's cheekiness: "Do you not understand people's language? We didn't get a certificate, so we broke up a long time ago!" He noticed that Shen Cifeng stood in front of him calmly, and simply deliberately Xiao Niao Yiren put her arm around the man, and gave Zhou Minghui a demonstrative look: "Also, I proposed to him."

Shen Cifeng:? ?

"Promise me, think about it carefully." Jiao Tang's eyes sparkled, and when he raised his eyes to stare at Shen Cifeng, tears flickered faintly: "Believe me, I have nothing to do with him."

The noise in his ears became blurred, and Shen Cifeng could feel his fingertips trembling when he caressed his arm, and pondered for a moment: "Okay."

In fact, it wasn't crying, it was because of Zhou Minghui's inexplicable fluctuations in Zhou Minghui's emotions left behind by the original owner:? !

"What's going on?" The movement of several people attracted the attention of the bodyguards of the Jiao family mansion. The housekeeper pushed the old man of the Jiao family and brought a few bodyguards out of the mansion.

Zhou Minghui couldn't wait to complain: "Old man, look at him, flirting with other men in front of me."

At the beginning, he tried his best to please Mr. Jiao, and even persuaded him to cancel the engagement with Shen's family. He was sure that Mr. Jiao, who valued his reputation, would never allow Mr. Jiao to repent and cheat on his marriage.

Mr. Jiao glanced at him and didn't say anything, but when he saw the person Jiao Tang was holding, he said in astonishment, "Ci Feng?"

He is Shen Cifeng?Remembering this familiar name, Zhou Minghui secretly rejoiced: Great!At that time, the relationship between Jiao Tang and his ex-fiancé was so tense, it would be fine if they didn't become enemies, and they got married?Dream it!

Shen Cifeng replied politely: "Mr. Jiao, long time no see."

Treating Zhou Minghui, who was counting on him to reprimand Jiao Tan, as a transparent person, Mr. Jiao invited Shen Cifeng and said, "Come in for breakfast?"

Shen Cifeng politely refused: "No, next time I have a chance to bring a gift to visit." Thanking Mr. Jiao, he looked at Jiao Tan beside him.

Feeling guilty, retracting the hand that hooked his arm, Jiao Tang said in an inaudible voice: "Thank you, and goodbye."

The corners of his mouth hooked imperceptibly, and Shen Cifeng nodded slightly at him, signaling the driver to hand over the troublemaker Zhou Minghui to Jiao's bodyguards and get in the car.

Glancing at Jiao Tan who was "looking eagerly at him" in the back window, Shen Cifeng said, "Buy a box of the fruit tea sent by Shen Zhuo and keep it ready."

Driver: ... Boss, you clearly said you hated this smell before, and asked me to share it with other employees?

On the other side, anxiously watching Shen Cifeng leave Jiao Tang: He probably didn't take it seriously, right?

Seeing the "little eyes" between Shen Cifeng and Jiao Tang, Mr. Jiao became more and more irritable when he looked back at Zhou Minghui: "I said, the marriage is on hold for now, why did you come here?"

The butler made a gesture, and two bodyguards supported Zhou Minghui, one on the left and one on the right.

Before Mr. Jiao was obviously coaxed so happily by him, Zhou Minghui couldn't believe it: "Mr.?"

"Langtang, come in." Mr. Jiao waved at Jiao Tang who was standing there dumbfounded. When he looked at Zhou Minghui, his eyes were full of distaste, "You, without permission, are not allowed to appear here again."

Leaving Zhou Minghui who was carried down the mountain by the bodyguards behind, the grandfather and grandson returned to the house one after the other. Seeing that the old man was silent, Jiao Tang boldly asked, "Have you read my drawing from last night, grandpa?"

After glancing at him angrily, Mr. Jiao said stiffly, "I can't be sure until I land on the ground."

Jiao Tang complained in his heart: Then when you said yesterday that I appropriated other people's works, did you have your eyes open?

"Have you consulted any master in private?" Thinking of the appearance of Shen Cifeng and Jiao Tang just now, Mr. Jiao was very upset, and ordered: "Since you said you want to do embroidery and painting well, you will stay here for the next few days , Don’t think about what you have. In a few days, I will talk to some old friends to see which son is suitable, and invite them to come and meet with you.”

Not allowing Jiao Tang to refute, the old man took the ginseng tea handed over by the butler, and continued: "Don't provoke Shen Cifeng." He couldn't tell whether he hated iron but regretted it, "At that time, I was the one who matched the two of you, and it was you I refuse the marriage contract to the death, and I don't even want to see anyone, even if you don't care about face, the Jiao family can't afford to lose this person."

No matter how satisfied he is with Shen Cifeng, Jiao Tang's words were so terrific at the beginning, and if Shen Cifeng can let the past go, the marriage contract between the two may be irretrievable.

I didn't provoke him in the first place, Jiao Tang thought to himself, and responded perfunctorily: "Understood."

Back in the study, Jiao Tang sat in front of the desk, turned on the camera on time, and took pictures of all the drawings on the table.

Embroidery involves basic processes such as design, manuscript selection, manuscript upload, embroidery frame, embroidery, embroidery frame lowering, finishing, and mounting. Last night, he completed the design of the embroidery draft in one go, and the next step is to choose a suitable line draft.

In the end, the drawing he chose was a general who resisted in the end. His silver armor was covered with wind and frost, he held a red-tasseled spear in his hand, and his eyes were firm.

"Young master," the knock on the door brought Jiao Tang back to his senses, and the butler brought in the stew pot and put it aside, "This is the goji fruit soup that the old man asked the aunt in the kitchen to cook for you. Young master, do you remember? Master Zhuge instructed, if you don't get married this year, the Jiao family will suffer catastrophe, the old man is in a hurry and his tone is careless, so don't take it to heart."

It turned out to be because of this reason?Jiao Tang knew that the butler was trying to ease the relationship between him and the old man, so he smiled: "Thank you, by the way." He took the bowl and asked casually, "Are there any other villas on the mountain?"

He remembered that Banshan was bought by the Jiao family in recent years, and he seemed to have never heard of other villas being developed on the top of the mountain.

The butler lowered his eyes and said, "There is the Qin family's old house on the top of the mountain, but it has been abandoned for many years. It is the grandfather and grandmother of Young Master Cifeng." He looked out the window, and his tone could not hide the vicissitudes of life, "Before you were born, Mr. Qin Mrs. and Mrs. He once brought Master Cifeng to visit, and they especially liked the old man's embroidery paintings. The relationship between the two parents has always been good, until Mr. and Mrs. Qin passed away, and Young Master Cifeng was sent abroad."

Jiao Tang was startled, remembering that Shen Cifeng saw the embroidery painting in his apartment, so there was this relationship.

As if thinking of something, the butler added: "There are still photos from that time on the old man's desk. Mrs. Qin is a famous Cantonese opera actress. She has several sets of costumes, which were embroidered by the old man and several masters, and are now kept in the Qin family's old house. , Young Master, you can go and have a look when you have time."

Could it be that Shen Cifeng went to the mountain early in the morning to see his grandparents' house?

After finishing the soup, Jiao Tang received a message from a charity auction house. The other party politely asked the original owner to donate two works for auction every year. I wonder if this year will be the same?

After receiving Jiao Tang's affirmative reply, the other party said: "We have an auction here tomorrow night. If it's convenient for you, can you bring your work to exhibit first? I'm here to thank you on behalf of the children from the special school."

Is there such a rule for charity auctions?Jiao Tang was a bit perplexed, but since it was charity, there was no reason not to cooperate; besides, the time and place where the other party made an appointment to meet were during normal working hours in the city center, and he expected nothing to happen to him, so he picked two practice works, Be on time for appointments.

"Hello, are you Jiao Tan?" When he arrived at the appointed coffee shop, Jiao Tang saw a well-dressed middle-aged woman standing up. The reflection of the diamond necklace made him almost unable to open his eyes. Reaching out to him: "I am Cifeng's stepmother, you can call me Mrs. Shen."

"Hello." After shaking hands politely with the woman who called herself Qin Xueyi, Jiao Tang sat down opposite her and asked cautiously, "Did you ask the assistant of the auction house to contact me?"

"Yes." Qin Xueyi said straight to the point, "I know you want to use charity to gain your reputation, and I can help you with one condition, please stop pestering Cifeng."

Jiao Tang: Huh?

Putting on an expression of "I see this kind of trick a lot", Qin Xueyi took out a stack of photos from her bag and spread them out in front of him: "Don't quibble, if these things get out, it won't do anyone any good."

On the table is the candid shots taken from Jiao Tang's ride in Shen Cifeng's car to the time when he got off on the day of the wedding. There are a few shots from tricky angles, as if the two of them really have some dark secrets.

After reading more than a dozen photos one by one, Jiao Tang did not show the panic she expected, but asked calmly, "Are you threatening me?"

Qin Xueyi smiled slightly: "How could it be? I just kindly remind you, don't make any more words, he won't like you."

"Oh," Jiao Tang gave her a white look, "By the way, you said you are Shen Cifeng's stepmother, do you have any evidence?" At this point, he took out his mobile phone and pretended to dial, "Why don't I call you?" Ask him, is it true?"

Qin Xueyi's expression changed: "You..."

"Don't bother." A voice sounded from the side of the two of them, Shen Cifeng strode over to Jiao Tang's side, put one hand on the back of his chair, and looked down at Qin Xueyi from a high position: "She's not."