stand-in model

"Why haven't you eaten yet? Come and eat together."

Rong Sheng held Jiang Liang's icy hand and led him to the dining room. His demeanor didn't seem to care about the slap Rong Mingzhou slapped him in the afternoon, just like sitting with his family as usual The atmosphere of eating is the same.

Rong Mingzhou and Fan Pei looked at Rong Sheng arranging Jiang Liang to sit at the table, and then turned around and invited them to eat at the table together. It was really a scene of a loving father and son.

But apart from their dispute in the afternoon, the atmosphere of the Rong family was always harmonious and friendly.

A transparent protective film is placed on the black marble table, and several pairs of mahogany chopsticks are neatly placed next to the corresponding tableware.

The Rong family's dining table does not pay attention to the main seat of the head of the family. On weekdays, Rong Mingzhou and Fan Pei sit on one side, while Rong Sheng sits on the other side.

Now because Jiang Liang lives in Rong Zhai, no matter whether it is a seat or tableware, he buys a set and puts it beside Rong Sheng.

It can be regarded as a couple corresponding to another pair of "couples".

After taking his seat, Jiang Liang raised his hands from time to time and tugged at the collar of his sweater, trying to cover up the red marks left by Rong Sheng on his neck.

It's just that the collar of the sweater is not the collar of the shirt after all, he can only sit in front of Rong Mingzhou and Fan Pei with those things on his face in helplessness and embarrassment.

Under the pale yellow light, under the guidance of Rong Sheng, the Rong family gradually chatted and laughed as usual for more than ten years. Everyone subconsciously put aside the difficult things at present.

Rong Sheng and Rong Mingzhou were talking about the next strategic layout of the Rong Group. Seeing that Jiang Liang only ate white rice and the cold rapeseed in front of him, he picked up a few pieces of meat for him with chopsticks.

Fan Pei who was on the side did not join the discussion between the father and son. She only eased the atmosphere at the dinner table. It was up to the father, Derong Mingzhou, to decide what to talk about.

Fan Pei raised his eyelids and saw Jiang Liang in front of him, lowering his head, pinching his chopsticks, swallowing the rice and eating the dishes that Rong Sheng gave him, and the smile that just appeared on his face was startled again.

This man is too thin.Her back was also slightly bent when she was eating, and she ate whatever she wanted. When she lowered her head for a moment, she could even see Jiang Liang's thin body and unnaturally protruding butterfly bones on her back that were covered under the sweater on her upper body.

The body is really too weak.

What's more, Rong Sheng's dishes for Jiang Liang are all meat, even if it's to nourish his body, he can't eat them all in one sitting.

Fan Pei greeted Aunt Zhou to take out a new pair of chopsticks from the disinfection cabinet in the kitchen.In order to ease the embarrassment, while talking with Rong Mingzhou beside him, he picked out a lot of meat dishes from Rong Sheng in the ginger cold bowl with the pair of serving chopsticks.

"Mom, what are you?"

Rong Sheng was talking with Rong Mingzhou in full swing, but when he saw his mother picking up meat from the ginger bowl, before he had time to react, he raised his left hand and held Fan Pei's wrist holding chopsticks, his face full of tears. All written doubts.

"Jiang Liang is not in good health, so he needs to make up for it. If you take out all the meat, how will he mend his body?"

When Fan Pei heard what his silly son said, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said, "To make up your body? Who told you that you need to make up so much?" Her tone was strong, and the stewed meat cubes held by the ends of the chopsticks were in Fan Pei's hands. When shaking, it "accidentally" fell into Rong Sheng's bowl.

"If you want to mend your body, you need to mend your body. I think you especially need to mend your brain." Fan Pei pointed at Rong Sheng's forehead with his vacant left hand. Rong Mingzhou also put down his chopsticks to watch the farce.

"Ginger cool!"

The person who was eating silently was suddenly called, and the chopsticks in his hand were a little unsteady, but facing Fan Pei's call, he could only put down the chopsticks in his hand and look up at the person opposite.

Fan Pei looked at Jiang Liang who had raised his head and didn't say anything for a while. After a pause, she said: "Don't eat, go sit upstairs. If you don't want to go to Rong Sheng's room, go to the corner on the second floor Wait for me in your little study."

The small study at the corner of the second floor—the Rong family knew that it belonged to Fan Pei's exclusive study. In normal times, even Rong Mingzhou had to get Fan Pei's permission to enter that study.

Rong Sheng, who just felt that the storm was over, knew it when he heard his mother's words—this was the calm night before the storm.

"Go up."

Fan Pei raised his hand to press Rong Sheng's arm, raised his head and smiled slightly, facing Jiang Liang.

He didn't want to sit with Rong Sheng at first, and he didn't want to eat these unappetizing dishes. Although this Mrs. Rong in front of him is also from the Rong family, Jiang Liang never faced her who is gentle and intellectual. When facing Rong Sheng and Rong Mingzhou, he was like a light on his back and a stick in his throat.

So Jiang Liang put down his chopsticks under Rong Sheng's flushed eyes, got up and left the dining table, while Rong Sheng was pressed on the dining table by Mrs. Rong and could only watch his lover go upstairs without looking back.

Seeing Jiang Liang's figure disappear on the stairs, Fan Pei cleared his throat and called Aunt Zhou who was tidying up in the kitchen.

"Sister Zhou, do you still have pigeons at home? Cook the soup and bring it to my study."

"Eh, good."

"Also, make some pumpkin porridge and some rice balls, and send them to the study together later."

"Mr. Jiang eats it? Are there any taboos?"

Aunt Zhou held a notepad in her hand.Everyone in the Rong family has seen that notepad.

It says everyone's taboos or allergens, what not to eat, what to like to eat.

It is the likes and dislikes of the whole family in food.

When Aunt Zhou asked about this, it was Rong Sheng who frowned first.When Fan Pei heard this question, he also subconsciously looked at Rong Sheng who was still pressed on the dining table by himself.

When she saw Rong Sheng's frowning brows and twinkling eyes, she broke the deadlock first.

"There's no taboo, just go ahead and do it."

Fan Pei patted Aunt Zhou's hand, sent someone back to the kitchen, and then turned to look at his son.

"You don't even know his preferences?"

"I know."

Rong Sheng remembered Jiang Liang's preferences in life that he knew, his frowning brows opened slightly, and he said with a hint of pride in his tone: "Jiang Liang likes to eat citrus, and he also likes citrus-flavored aromatherapy. He likes rural areas. The decoration style is windy, and I also like loft. He also likes the goldfish I bought for him before."

"That's all?" Fan Pei smiled.Rong Mingzhou who pushed his side and ate in a muffled voice said, "Tell me, what do I like?"

“I like watching fashion shows, eating sweet and sour fish, eating spicy beef, watching the snow on Mt. On the left side, I like to eat octopus balls."

"Would you like to talk more?" Rong Mingzhou glanced at Rong Sheng mockingly, picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it in Fan Pei's vacated bowl with only white rice left.

With a slap in the face, Rong Sheng said: "How can he understand those things with him. He said that he likes and loves others, but he doesn't even know what the subconscious actions of others mean. How dare he open his mouth and keep his mouth shut?" It's love."

Originally, the family was still at war in the afternoon, but in the evening the family began to have fun again.How could a family have an overnight feud?

Rong Sheng was ridiculed by his parents for a while at the dinner table. Although it was a routine operation, when he returned to his bedroom alone, he began to meditate.

Does he know Jiang Liang?

At first, Jiang Liang's preferences were just based on Su Ziru's: for the later preferences, he contacted Wu Yu personally and learned from his manager. What about the others?

Does he know those subconscious actions that he should have known in getting along with each other day by day?

The lit candles on the desk, the citrus-flavored aromatherapy exuded the smell that Rong Sheng relied on day and night, but his mood went up and down like riding a roller coaster.

Jiang Liang was sitting on the guest chair in Fan Pei's small study room. It was the first time he entered this room, and he was unavoidably uncomfortable as if he was alone.

Fortunately, Fan Pei didn't keep Jiang Liang upstairs waiting for long.She went upstairs two or ten minutes after Jiang Liang went upstairs.Rong Mingzhou on the side also went upstairs, but this time the husband and wife ran in opposite directions.

One went into the study in the corner, and the other went into Rong Sheng's bedroom.

"Mrs. Rong."

Jiang Liang got up immediately after the door lock was unlocked.

It can't be blamed that Jiang Liang is afraid of Fan Pei, it is because he and Fan Pei have no contact in private, and now the two of them just look at each other like this, saying that they are not nervous is a lie.

After entering the door, Fan Pei saw Jiang Liang standing up subconsciously and knew that he might have frightened this person.

She was thin and frail, and stood facing her tremblingly like a chick thrown out of a bird's nest.

"take it easy."

Fan Pei chuckled and approached the sofa holding Jiang Liang's shoulders and pressing him to the other side of the study. Because Jiang Liang was a little nervous just now, he didn't notice that there were two single chairs in the corner.

The leather surface of the chair is very soft, the texture is good, and the price should not be cheap.He propped his palms on the sofa, and finally thought about what he had been wanting to say.

"I want to leave, is that okay?"

There were tears in Jiang Liang's eyes after he said this, and he even looked at Fan Pei with longing.

"Have you thought about it. Rong Sheng's father and I... We have been pursuing equality in love and freedom in marriage. If you like him, I won't..." Stop you.

"I don't want to." For the first time, Jiang Liang ignored politeness and etiquette, and he interrupted Fan Pei's words with a stern tone.

Jiang Liang lowered his head, fisted his hands against his thighs, sighed and said helplessly: "No matter... how much I loved him and how much I wanted him, now I am forced to stay by his side. I'm exhausted."

"Then do you love him?"

Fan Pei was fiddling with the disconnected puppet on the table, and the puppet was fiddled with by Fan Pei's nimble fingers to control the body of the puppet underneath through the line.

What kind of answer will the person controlled by emotion make?

Fan Pei was waiting for Jiang Liang's thoughtful answer.

And Jiang Liang is waiting for Fan Pei's final action.