Try changing my plan again?

▍The light words were like a thunderbolt, which exploded in everyone's ears.The air is filled with a sense of stagnation that is about to come, only when the matter...

The fluttering words were like a thunderbolt, exploding in everyone's ears.

The air was filled with a sense of stagnation, and only the person concerned was cold and indifferent, standing proudly and unmoved.

Ruan Mian tilted her head in surprise, it was impossible to describe the shock in her heart.

He felt that Jiang Song might be crazy, for this person who has always been calm and self-contained, unexpectedly showed a trace of fearlessness like playing tricks.

Jiang Hao'an put his index finger on his lips and coughed lightly, as if he had quickly sorted out his emotions, and nodded to Ruan Mian, "I've seen you, the designer of Tianyu Vision, you are very good."

Ruan Mian's palms were covered in cold sweat. He used all his life's emotional management skills and acting skills to squeeze out a smile that was not so distorted, "...Thank you."

Jiang Haoan pointed to Jiang Song, with a calm and polite tone, "Well, we want to have a few words with Jiang Song alone, can you avoid it for a while?"

Jiang Song's hand bones were about to be crushed by Ruan Mian, he felt the unease coming from that cold hand, so he patted him reassuringly, and comforted him, "You go upstairs first, it's fine. "

Ruan Mian nodded dully, thinking whether to say something politely, but felt that nothing was quite right.

He had no choice but to smile dryly, turned around and started walking, his calves were spinning, and he walked out of a kind of uncoordinated limbs that seemed to be busy with each other and assembled the day after tomorrow.

Things have developed to such a point that it is absolutely impossible to go back to the third floor, Ruan Mian still has a sliver of sanity, and plunges into the long-vacant guest bedroom on the second floor.

Before the door closed, he seemed to hear Jiang Hao'an said shortly in a deep voice, "Sit down."

Ruan Mian touched the edge of the bed and sat down in the dark, relaxing her back slightly, her mind was blank.

He let out a light breath, and his heart, which had been tense with his breathing, suddenly jumped up and down, pounding in his chest.

He never suspected that Jiang Song was just a whim, but he also didn't expect that he would be like this when facing his parents...frank and take it for granted.

It seemed that he had planned it long ago and was just waiting for an opportunity.

He didn't want to hide it from anyone from the beginning.

Jiang Song rolled up his shirt cuffs casually, and sat down opposite them as promised.

In fact, he knew that this was a bit reckless, but he just couldn't control himself.

Because the person upstairs who looked like he could be covered with a quilt if the sky fell had a serious illness in his heart, he also knew how much courage Ruan Mian needed to take that step towards himself.

So he couldn't wait to give him a response, he couldn't even hold back like a young man in love, he wanted to get everyone's approval with him.

Time and space seem to stand still, and the huge house is so quiet that you can hear a needle drop.

Aunt Yuan brought tea in silence and placed it in front of the three of them.

The bright light in the living room was not soft, but when it fell on Jiang Song's body, it scattered into a soft halo. He didn't show any expression, but the keen intuition from his parents made Jiang's father and Jiang mother realize that there seemed to be something wrong with his son. Subtle changes.

On the tea table in front of him, snacks were spread out in a mess, among which sweets accounted for half of the country.

In the yard, the holiday three-piece suits were disturbed, and they lined up sleepily to the door, and poked out three little heads in unison.

Auntie Yuan had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and rushed over to them, causing them to shrink their heads, and fled in all directions shaking their heads.

Jiang Hao'an has always been gentle and courteous in his dealings with others, but there is always a lingering sense of calm and self-esteem in his body.

He crossed his legs and leaned back slightly, "Why do you still have a dog?"

Jiang Song was not ashamed, he opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Cute."

Even though Jiang Hao'an was well-informed, he couldn't help but twitch his forehead.

This is obviously a litter of three little native dogs, whose appearance has nothing to do with the word "cute".

Jiang Song's dog raising was not a whim at all.

Many years have passed, and Jiang Hao'an can't remember those old trifles for a long time.

In fact, Jiang Song liked animals since he was a child, and even picked up a little milk cat on the way home from school, but Jiang Haoan felt that keeping a pet would be a waste of fun, so he "secretly" gave it to someone while he was in school.

At that time, Jiang Song had learned to obey silently. He would not do the crying and rolling of ordinary children, because he knew that it was useless.

Jiang Song picked up the scented tea in front of him and took a sip, "I originally planned to find a way to let you accept it slowly, but since I ran into it today, I don't want to avoid it, as you can see."

Wen Ziyi had been sitting beside Jiang Hao'an with a face as heavy as water, and when she heard this, the only trace of blood on her face faded instantly, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Jiang Song, "Of course I know."

Wen Ziyi thought it was ridiculous, folded her arms and laughed, "I don't require you to find a good match, even if you young people love to play, I can accept it, but if you are with a man, what will happen to the people around you?" Treat you?"

"First of all, I'm not playing." Jiang Song felt a little bored for no reason. He dug out the cigarette case from the pile of snacks on the coffee table and took out one. After thinking about it, he just held it between his fingers and didn't light it. Except for you two, everyone around us thinks it's normal...Mom, after staying abroad for so many years, I thought at least you wouldn't be prejudiced."

"It's not me who is biased. Equal rights are still far from your ideals. You are still different, and you still have to bear the judgment of the outside world. Especially you, how many eyes are staring at you, do you know?"

"It's not as tragic as you think. I am an adult with a sound mind and I will be responsible for my choices."

"How are you responsible? As the heir, you let the Jiang family do this in the future? We can't afford to lose this person."

"That's what's in my heart." Jiang Song laughed dumbly, "Actually, all you care about is career and face. My thoughts are not important. When I was young, I wondered whether you regarded me as a son or not. See it as a person, or I’m just a piece of work.”

Wen Ziyi was stunned, the heavy haze between her brows suddenly turned into a shower, she tried to keep her voice down as much as possible in her anger, so as not to be too hysterical.

What they like most is decency, including the Jiang Song they created, which is always restrained and repressed, and will maintain demeanor and rationality no matter what they are, as if they will never have excessive emotions.

"What nonsense are you talking about! I think you are crazy! How can you think that..."

Jiang Song interrupted indifferently, with a calm but firm tone, "Since I was young, you have not allowed what I want, I can't resist, and I am trying to be what you want, but this time is different, I finally Only after him."

He paused, "I'm not asking for opinions."

Wen Ziyi sucked in a deep breath, the sudden anger made her chest rise and fall, and she was speechless for a moment.

Jiang Haoan shouted sharply, "Jiang Song, shut up!"

As expected, Jiang Song shut up obediently, and Jiang Haoan lowered his head and twitched his eyebrows, feeling a little depressed, "I know, we have stricter requirements on you since childhood, but now that you have grown up, you have your own ideas, but you don't have to Resist in this way."

"It has nothing to do with this." Jiang Song thought for a moment before asking, "Dad, are we having an equal conversation?"

Jiang Hao'an wanted to say something, but at this moment he came back to his senses.

When did he lose his absolute right to speak?Jiang Song is no longer the little boy who allows him to prune the branches and leaves. His youngest son has grown up, and at some point his head even surpassed him.

In the short period of one and a half years in the Jinyuan Group, Jiang Song's various performances can be said to be self-sufficient and proficient, and his successor has established a solid foundation at an unexpected speed.

Today, they are indeed standing on an equal footing.

Jiang Hao'an had nothing to say, so he nodded.

Jiang Song breathed a sigh of relief, and said calmly, "At first, I only saw what I lost in him, but later I found out that he is like a little sun that cannot be extinguished, with endless energy and appeal. I'm always happy with him."

"I have never said these words to him." As if thinking of Ruan Mian, Jiang Song's shallow smile rippled gently like ripples, and his expression became much gentler, "I like him very much, and I won't Finding someone to marry and have children for the sake of so-called secular rules and family inheritance is irresponsible to yourself and even to others, I hope you can understand."

In fact, he knew very well that this debate would not lead to any results.

But he didn't want any helpless reality to lie between them, and he didn't want to take Ruan Mian into a dark corner to sneak around, so at least he had to show his attitude.

After a long time, Jiang Hao'an pondered, "What if I just disagree?"

"Then I have no choice but to elope with him."

"Do you really know what you're doing?"

Jiang Song looked at him almost intently, and said clearly, "I am facing up to my feelings and working hard for them."

Jiang Haoan looked up in astonishment.

A ray of subtle emotions broke out from the depths of my heart, like a flickering lamp that flickered on in a long-settled event.

Ruan Mian leaned on the head of the bed like a paraplegic, looking at the void, worried like an ant on a hot pot, when she heard someone push the door open, she was suddenly startled.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?"

Jiang Song pressed the switch, and the light instantly turned the darkness away.

He walked to the bed in two steps, leaned over and pinched Ruan Mian's face, "He's running away again."

Ruan Mian looked up at him, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness and panic in her heart. She opened her arms and hugged his waist tightly as if she was lying. When she really touched him, her hanging heart fell back to her chest. "Go back to your room in front of your parents, to demonstrate?... Are they leaving?"

Jiang Song, "Yes."

Ruan Mian, "Did you scold you?"

Jiang Song was entangled by him, patted him on the back lightly, like coaxing a child, "No."

Ruan Mian buried her face in his clothes worriedly, "Will you be suspended from all cards, locked up at home, and then forced to get married?"

Jiang Song couldn't laugh or cry, "It's okay to watch those strange things with Geng Wanwan."

"You are too impulsive..."

"I have to lead you in openly." Jiang Song raised his hand and glanced at the time, "Don't worry, don't think about it, let's go back to sleep."

Since living together with Jiang Song officially, Ruan Mian's routine has become much more normal. After he said this, coupled with the sudden relaxation of his nerves, he immediately fell asleep and yawned.

After taking a quick shower and getting under the covers, he was obviously very sleepy, and he had to talk to Jiang Song casually.

Listening to his endless questions, Jiang Song worried for a while whether the Jinyuan Group would impose economic sanctions on Lao Meng and force him to submit; The more he said, the more outrageous he was, and finally he couldn't bear to interrupt his wild imagination.

"ask you a question."

"Ok?"

"If you could go back in time, when would you like to go back?"

Ruan Mian thought for a while, "Well... when you were two years old, I secretly took you away."

"Two years old?"

"It's too small to feed, and no matter how old it is, it should be sensible. Isn't this the legendary cultivation system, how cool."

Jiang Song gave a low laugh.

Ruan Mian changed her posture, "...if only I could be with you since childhood."

"why?"

"You don't have to eat alone..."

Ruan Mian's voice became lower and lower, and finally she tilted her head and completely fell asleep.

Jiang Song looked at his already confused sleeping face, and felt sore and swollen in his heart.

He was always alone, especially after Jiang Yuan got married, he was not close to anyone, no matter his relatives or friends, he just maintained a kind of polite estrangement.

Until Ruan Mian appeared bustlingly.

He bowed his head and kissed him, and said softly, "Thank you."

Ruan Mian must have been dazed from sleep, and mumbled back, "...You're welcome, WeChat Alipay or credit card?"

After finishing speaking, he arched his body, tucked his hand in from the hem of Jiang Song's pajamas, touched it twice, and babbled contentedly.

Jiang Song, "..."

The little spark of romance can always be extinguished by him ruthlessly.