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▍Is it considered to meet parents in disguise (((o(*?▽?*)o)))

Jiang Song seemed to snort lightly, and his eyes slowly moved away to the distance, "Yes, the prince."

"Do you mind if I use your notebook?" Ruan Mian shook the pen in her hand, "I'm not provocative, you drew me so beautifully, I have to reciprocate."

"Of course I don't mind."

Jiang Song sat down on the steps beside him, and Jiang Slipper and Jiang Beiqin rushed up, arching and rubbing against his legs, moaning and chirping very affectionately.

Ruan Mian rolled her eyes sourly, and lowered her head to draw.

He had never observed Jiang Song so carefully before.

His eye sockets are deep, and the corners of his eyes are slightly raised. In addition, he looks like the coolest person in the world all day long, and he always looks a little indifferent when looking at people.

The bridge of the nose is high and straight, the lines are straight and smooth, the tip of the nose, the upper lip and the chin are three points and one line, which is well-proportioned and beautiful.

It is said that the beauty lies in the bones but not the skin. His facial features are three-dimensional and angular. His bones seem to be carved by the most exquisite craftsmen. There is absolutely nothing to criticize. Weakened the rigidity of some men.

Rich people seem to have better genes than others.

"Ruan Mian..." Jiang Song suddenly muttered to himself, as if savoring these two words carefully.

Ruan Mian, "Huh?"

Jiang Song, "Why did you name it Mian?"

Ruan Mian scratched her forehead embarrassingly, "My mother is a little nervous and suffers from insomnia, and all her good wishes are pinned on me."

He was silent for a while, then buried his head in grief, "I finally became a designer!"

Jiang Song finally couldn't hold back, pursed his lips and almost laughed out loud.

Ruan Mian rubbed the shadow on the paper with her index finger, picked up the eraser, and found that one end was sharpened a lot, and sighed, "Expert, it's useless not to draw."

Jiang Song glanced at him quietly, but said nothing.

Ruan Mian murmured while drawing, "When I was in the second grade, I didn't like to listen to math class. I drew as soon as I was in class. The teacher took my messy homework and complained to my mother. In the end, not only did my mother not Scold me, and simply send me to school."

Jiang Song, "Sounds very enviable."

Ruan Mian keenly captured certain emotions, quietly raised her head and glanced at him, did not continue the topic, and blew the eraser off the paper, "The drawing is finished, come, let's enjoy it."

Jiang Song took the sketchbook, looked down, and was taken aback, "Have I ever laughed so stupidly?"

Ruan Mian didn't take it seriously, "What do you know, this is cheerfulness."

While chatting, the nanny, who had never shown up, popped up at the door and asked them what they would like for dinner.

Jiang Song pointed to Ruan Mian, "Listen to him."

Ruan Mian blinked, thinking that I don't know what your house has, so I had to go all over the world and say, "I can eat anything."

Jiang Song, "Oh? It's all right?"

Ruan Mian, "...no edamame."

The temperature in the evening in early summer is suitable, and the evening wind blows gently with a faint fragrance of flowers.

They set up a table in the yard with several dishes of snacks and a casserole of nutritious porridge.

The vacation three-piece suit had already rolled back to the nest to catch up on sleep, but ran out again smelling the scent, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail at the two of them.

When he was busy before, he always missed a meal. Ruan Mian's stomach has always been bad, and he has no interest in eating.

For him, all the takeaways in the world are just takeaways, and he has to eat them in order to survive, and no one cares about him on weekdays, just fooling around to fill his stomach.

If you want to say what you like, it’s almost like a mouthful of millet porridge, which tastes light and easy to digest.

This meal was cooked to his liking, and he ate more than usual.

Jiang Song held the ceramic spoon for porridge and asked him, "A little more?"

Ruan Mian waved her hand, "I'm full, I've never been so full."

Jiang Song didn't force it, put down his spoon and lit a cigarette.

At this moment, the gate of the courtyard was suddenly slammed, and the movement was quite astonishing, and then a high-pitched female voice came from outside the door.

"Jiang Song! Little bastard! Open the door for me!"

Ruan Mian's hand holding the spoon was hanging in the air, and she looked at Jiang Song dumbfounded, "...what, what's going on?"

Jiang Song put out the cigarette butt, got up and walked over without any surprise, "My sister."

Jiang Yuan rushed into the door with a murderous look, just about to scold Jiang Song, when he caught sight of Ruan Mian who was stunned by her violent momentum.

A second later, she turned back into an elegant and generous socialite.

With a decent smile on his face, Jiang Yuan greeted Ruan Mian, "I have a friend here."

Jiang Song, "..."

Ruan Mian, "..." The cigarette case in his hand dropped with a click.

He had reason to suspect that the Jiang family's ancestral home was in Sichuan.

Ruan Mian met Jiang Yuan in Jiang Song's circle of friends, and was deeply moved by her beauty at that time, and sat under the lemon tree for a long time.

Now that I finally see the deity, he can move more beautifully than in the photos, but... his temper seems to be a little hot.

You act and I act too.

Ruan Mian stood up politely, Chong Jiang Yuan smiled and nodded, "Hello, my name is Ruan Mian."

Jiang Yuan suddenly realized, "I know you, the designer, are amazing. You can even handle our old lady."

Ruan Mian sneaked a glance at Jiang Song, and found that he sat back as if he had nothing to do with him, and picked up the coffee leisurely.

Jiang Yuan looked at Ruan Mian thoughtfully, then pointed at her younger brother with his chin, "He brought the puppy back from you, right?"

Ruan Mian only felt that her smile was meaningful, "... yes."

Jiang Yuan, "You are also the big brother that Ding Dang has been talking about since he came home?"

Ruan Mian, "...it seems to be the same."

Jiang Yuan smiled brightly, "Come to play more in the future, my sister will make delicious food for you, look at you, you are too thin." Then, she added, "I just like handsome guys, they look good, it's okay Come play more."

Ruan Mian, "..."

Like a mother, like a daughter, it's just that this seniority is getting more and more chaotic.

He suspected that he went to the wrong shed, and the script was not right.

Jiang Yuan took a dozen documents and threw them in front of Jiang Song, dragged away the chair opposite him and sat down, intending to talk to him about what it means to hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day, Jiang Song flipped through it slowly, and gradually frowned. .

Ruan Mian saw that they had business to talk about, and it was not good for him to be an outsider, so he hugged a bunch of dog toys and led the vacation three-piece suit to the lawn beside him to play.

The wall lamp in the courtyard casts warm yellow soft light, and a few gardenia trees are planted in the corners that cannot be illuminated. They have already bloomed, and the elegant and pure fragrance is melodious. green waves.

The three little fur balls rolled around with the ball in their mouths, and when they were tired from playing, they twisted their little buttocks and went to the sink to lick the water.

Ruan Mian sat cross-legged on the ground, looked back at the siblings who were still talking, and touched Jiang's vest nestled in the crook of his legs, feeling suddenly a little confused.

It's inexplicable, like a long-lost warmth and tranquility.

Home is a person's absolute territory and the most private space, yet a man like Jiang Song, who is originally reserved, is willing to invite someone home who he has known for less than half a month.

Ruan Mian thought, sure enough, Lao Tzu's charisma shines brightly, and the flowers are blooming.

On the other side, Jiang Song quickly dealt with the matter, resting his chin carelessly, following Ruan Mian who was throwing the Frisbee in the yard in a serious manner.

I don't know what's going on in this person's mind when he plays a flying saucer with such a big puppy.

Although he always flaunts his teeth and claws in front of his younger brother, but Jiang Yuan actually acted resolutely and safely, with such decisiveness that most men would feel ashamed.

She stuffed the processed documents into the file bag, and then neatly stacked them into a pile, "You can do a good job, but if you insist on chasing after your ass and whipping you, you are a donkey."

Jiang Song didn't speak, just took out his cigarette and put it on, but Jiang Yuan snatched it away.

"Let's smoke less." Jiang Yuan sighed, "I know you don't want to, so what can I do? Who told you that you are an only Miaomiao."

Jiang Song disdains, "Done Miao Miao? Then what are you?"

Jiang Yuan spread his hands, "The old Jiang family has the throne to inherit, who told your sister that I am not a man."

A trace of disgust flashed across Jiang Song's eyebrows, "What's the difference?"

Jiang Yuan looked at him helplessly and tenderly, and his tone softened, "Okay, don't lose your temper, don't forget about the ten o'clock meeting tomorrow morning." She stood up and rubbed him like coaxing a child Jiang Song's head, "I'm going back first, and I have to coax Dingdang to sleep."

Jiang Song, "..."

Tiger's butt, man's head, when will she get rid of this problem.

Jiang Yuan said hello to Ruan Mian before going out, and asked him to visit often, taking advantage of Jiang Song's inattention, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Next time you go to my place, he will be so cold here, stay for a long time People have become dull."

Ruan Mian echoed dumbfounded, and sent her to the door with Jiang Song, watching her until the figure disappeared at the corner at the end of the road.

Jiang Song closed the door and rolled up some loose cuffs again, "What did she tell you?"

Ruan Mian, "Oh, it's not good for your mental health to live in your house for a long time."

Jiang Song turned around with a smile that was not a smile, and quickly walked in front of him, "Then Ruan designed it, how can we change it?"

Ruan Mian nodded deeply, not knowing who she was pointing to, she followed behind him and said to herself, "That will cost a design fee."

Jiang Song, "No problem."

Ruan Mian confiscated the dog toy, coaxed and tricked her back into the den with a three-piece vacation, got up and patted her buttocks, and said to Jiang Song, "It's getting late, I should go back too."

Jiang Song turned around and took out a bunch of keys from the cabinet and handed them to him, "I'll give it to you first, and if I'm not busy these days, I'll go with you."

Ruan Mian smiled and waved her hands, "You don't need to go, it's a waste of time, I can't remove the windows anyway, if you have any questions, you can communicate on WeChat."

Jiang Song looked down at him, did not refute, and accompanied him all the way to the basement garage.

Before Ruan Mian got into the car, Jiang Song leaned down slightly, and tapped the hood of the hot red Aston Martin lightly with his fingers, "Be careful on the road, and say you're safe when you get home."

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I'm coming I'm coming!Oh my god, it’s still today QAQ