Try changing my plan again?

▍"I have never loved anyone seriously. If I don't do well, I will learn from it."

A gust of wind blew from the yard, bringing a cool smell of grass and trees into the house, lifting the broken hair on Ruan Mian's forehead, seeming to circle past him, and then swarming towards the silent Jiang Song.

Jiang Song stared at him fixedly, his eyes seemed to be empty, and there was only Ruan Mian in it.

It can only accommodate his figure.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, "That's what you said."

Ruan Mian held her hands calmly, her heart was beating like it was about to jump out of her throat, and she snorted, "En."

The seed that had been buried in my heart finally broke through the soil, germinated, branched, bloomed, and it was magnificent.

The villa is quiet and spacious, but the two of them seem to be trapped in a small corner. The turbulent love seems to be calm but turbulent.

Jiang Song took a step forward, lowered his head slightly, and a breath as clean as a breeze blew past Ruan Mian's ears.

"hug?"

He took half a step back, opened his arms, and looked at Ruan Mian with a smile.

The guest room on the second floor of Jiang Song's house has long been reduced to Ruan Mian's exclusive bedroom.

Ruan Mian spent half an hour in the shower, but still couldn't calm down the throbbing in her heart.

As long as he thinks of Jiang Song's gentle and lingering kiss, his heart feels like a drum, and his face burns like he's drunk too much.

After taking a shower, he got into the bed. Although he was exhausted from traveling all day and was frightened, he was so tired that he was still tossing and turning, unable to sleep, rolling back and forth with his pillow in his arms.

Finally, he took out his phone and clicked on Li Yuhuai's dialog box.

The time of their last chat record was still frozen half a month ago.

"Plastic brotherhood." Ruan Mian muttered, typing quickly.

——"Brother, I'm in love."

Li Yuhuai replied almost instantly, and there were still several messages in a row.

——"????"

——"Did you steal your account again?"

Then he quickly denied himself—"No, account hacking should be a scam."

Ruan Mian was speechless, and replied with a series of ellipses.

Li Yuhuai seemed to have calmed down for a while, and then asked after a few minutes—"Really?"

Ruan Mian - "What are you doing lying to you in the middle of the night?"

Li Yuhuai sent a series of emoticons that shocked the whole family, and started the next round of bombing.

——"It's outrageous that the mother opened the door for outrageous."

——"I agreed not to believe in love, but live in a nursing home together?!"

—— "Who!? Who took my delicate flower!?"

——"Is it the person you said you couldn't like?"

Ruan Mian lay on the bed, tilted her head and thought for a while, and then replied—"Yes, it's that one, a returnee with a master's degree, his family has a mine, he has a super-good figure, and he looks great."

Li Yuhuai——"The only shortcoming is blindness?"

Ruan Mian——"The only disadvantage is that I can't have children."

Li Yuhuai - "??????"

Ruan Mian - "He is a man."

Li Yuhuai went crazy.

He cried and howled like ghosts and wolves again, until midnight, before he finally digested the matter. He claimed to be a fashionista in the new era, and he could accept a good brother's troubles, but a good brother must swear that he will never do nothing for love.

After receiving Ruan Mian's solemn promise, she died down and went to sleep.

Ruan Mian finally couldn't bear the drowsiness, and fell asleep in a daze, not very deeply.

After an unknown amount of time, while half asleep and half awake, someone seemed to push open the bedroom door, and the dim light in the corridor leaked in through the crack of the door. The beam became wider and wider as the door opened, and then a figure stepped into the door.

Ruan Mian was not fully awake, buried her face in the pillow, and asked inarticulately, "Why haven't you slept yet? Can't sleep?"

Jiang Song didn't say a word, just took him out of the quilt, hugged him and walked out.

Ruan Mian woke up suddenly at the moment of flying into the air, "What are you doing!"

"Can't sleep." Jiang Song lowered his head, his cool lips fell on his forehead, and whispered, "Go upstairs and sleep with me."

"..." Ruan Mian struggled politely in her heart, and quickly obeyed, obediently let him hold her, her face buried in his warm neck, Jiang Song's silk pajamas rubbed against him His cheeks were cool, with his favorite scent.

Jiang Song walked steadily, carried him up to the third floor, and kicked open the door of the master bedroom. Ruan Mian was very considerate, afraid that he would be inconvenient, and reached out to close the door.

Ruan Mian has always been a person with a strong sense of boundaries, and there was really no opportunity before, so this is the first time he entered Jiang Song's room.

The style is still terribly simple, but the lighting design is great, the warm light is very warm, and the brightness is just right, neither dazzling nor too dim.

Jiang Song bent down and gently put him on the bed, bowed his head and kissed his lips, his eyes were shimmering, and he smiled very beautifully.

Ruan Mian looked a little dazed and blinked.

Jiang Song has always been good-looking, and today he is especially good-looking.

Two buttons of his pajamas were unbuttoned, and along the neat neckline, he could see the collarbone hidden in the shadow.

The two of them were very close, and the ambiguous aura pervaded and surged, and the aura belonging to Jiang Song was infinitely magnified, surrounding him from all directions.

Ruan Mian stretched out her hand in a daze, caressed Jiang Song's Adam's apple, rested on the small mole on the side of his neck and stroked it carefully, then half-supported her body on her elbows, raised her face to respond to his kiss.

The next moment, Jiang Song grabbed Ruan Mian on the back of his head and pushed him back.

The heartbeat almost stopped, and then it beat faster and faster as the chest rose and fell.

He forgot all his fears and doubts, melted under Jiang Song's domineering and gentle embrace, his mind drifted and fell in the void, and finally he was firmly caught and comforted by a pair of hands.

He longed for him, had always been, had always been.

Their foreheads were pressed against their foreheads, and thin sweat was mixed together. Jiang Song stared at Ruan Mian, but did not stop moving, and asked softly, "Do you know how much I like you?"

Ruan Mian's eyes were red, her eyes were confused and dazed, and she asked the question she always wanted to ask.

"But why?"

Jiang Song hugged him into his arms, a little helpless, "There are too many reasons, how do you want me to answer?"

I like your laughter, your troubles, your kindness, your principles, your seriousness, and your confusion.

I like the indelible light in your eyes.

Really, too much.

Ruan Mian didn't forget about the next day's work despite the turmoil throughout the night.

He woke up early, but what is rare is that Mr. Jiang, who has always been self-disciplined, is still asleep.

Nested in Jiang Song's arms all night, Ruan Mian opened her eyes and saw that somewhat soft sleeping face.

The madness of last night suddenly flooded into my mind, those entangled lights and shadows, Jiang Song's breathtaking eyes, wrist bones, hands, and the incomparably beautiful muscle lines on his body...

He promised Li Yuhuai that he would never do nothing for love, but Jiang Song took care of him neatly.

Ruan Mian huffed and blushed again.

He carefully got up from Jiang Song's arms, halfway up, the sudden soreness in his back made him hiss uncontrollably.

Following his hiss, Jiang Song also opened his eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Ruan Mian supporting her waist and grinning.

"uncomfortable?"

Ruan Mian looked at him resentfully, and nodded.

"Lie down."

Jiang Song sat up, rubbing his waist patiently while listening to his chatter.

"Even if this disease is not hereditary, I think my kidneys can't withstand your tossing..."

"What's more, I have occupational diseases, and my lumbar muscles are somewhat strained."

As he was talking, he suddenly felt a little frustrated, and after a while of silence, he spoke solemnly again.

"Jiang Song, will you cherish me?"

Jiang Song didn't answer immediately, but lowered his head and kissed his slightly thin shoulder, "I have never loved anyone seriously, if I don't do well, I will learn from it."

"But you don't need to doubt."

Ruan Mian asked again, "If this is discovered, will you be killed by your father? Ah... Grandpa is so good to me, but I slept with his precious grandson, and I can't help him Sun, what about your family's throne?"

Jiang Song smiled, "Do you still want to give birth to me?"

Ruan Mian, "Go, go, serious."

"Then I'll take you to elope." Ruan Mian was still lying on the bed, with his back to Jiang Song, not seeing how serious his expression was at that moment, "Give me some time, everything you worry about will give you the answer .”

Ruan Mian didn't answer any more.

Even if it's just a big dream, even if there will be unimaginable ups and downs and unknowns in the future, but this moment is enough.

He turned his head and gave Jiang Song a bright smile, "Then let's have a kiss in the early morning light."

Ruan Mian walked into the company with flamboyant steps, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw her lover crying and howling at the workstation.

When Geng Wanwan saw Ruan Mian, it was like seeing a living Bodhisattva who saved people from suffering, and he rushed towards him like the wind.

"Master, help!"

Ruan Mian didn't dodge the attack very quickly, barely dodging the attack, "Speak up if you have something to say, what's the matter?"

Geng Wanwan cried, "The storage room in Yuelan Bay, the lamp... the lamp lamp, the lamp..."

"Deng Deng Deng, what's wrong with the lamp?"

"I didn't notice the position of the lamp...the position of the lamp was not thought to be a bit off, so it was placed in the middle. As soon as the door of the storage room was opened, the lamp was knocked out!"

"..." Ruan Mian felt a little ashamed for the disciple who was pulling with one hand to make such a low-level mistake.

He sighed, "It's not a big deal, just ask an electrician to change the potential, and just touch up the paint on the top again."

Geng Wanwan lowered his head, a little guilty, "Oh... there is another thing, I put the curtains inside the bay window, so what... the window opens inward, I didn't pay much attention to it, just, the window was covered by the track If it is blocked, it cannot be opened..."

Ruan Mian stared at her blankly, and said after a long time, "Let's talk it over, don't say I'm your master when you go out, okay?"

Geng Wanwan, "...that won't work."

Ruan Mian wished to give her a hard time, "Are you purely careless, okay?! I don't think you will be called Geng Wanwan in the future. I will give you a foreign name that is more foreign, and I will call you Quexing Yanzi. What do you think?" Sample?"

Geng Wanwan, "..."

Ruan Mian was really helpless, "Right now, these are still minor problems. We are building high-end residential buildings. If something goes wrong, we will have to pay tens of thousands of yuan in compensation. We can only pat our backs and ask customers, do you think the left side is better?" Good on the right."

He didn't realize until he finished speaking that this disgraceful disciple was also a rich second generation, and he was at a loss for words for a moment, feeling that the reason was a little pale.

He coughed lightly, and changed the topic, "The main thing is, as a designer, you have to be responsible to your clients. They choose you out of trust, and you can't be careless."

Geng Wanwan nodded frantically, accepted the education humbly, and followed the teacher's instructions and hurried back to clean up the mess.

Ruan Mian rolled her eyes, returned to her work station, and started the preparations before picking up customers.

He had just won the award for emerging designers, and it was normal for someone to name Ruan Mian for this title, so he didn't think too much about it.

Judging by Lao Meng's posture, this client should have a strong background, and he plans to make good preparations.

But when he got the customer demand form and looked at the owner's name on the form, he always felt a little familiar.

Ruan Mian leaned back on the office chair in a normal manner, holding the piece of paper in her hand, muttering something.

"Yixiu...why do you always feel like you've heard this name before?"