I heard someone wants to raise me

Ning Jianjing looked at Mother Jing slightly for a while.

She looks very good-looking, although she is getting older, but because of the proper maintenance and good temperament, she does not look old, but has a very quiet and gentle temperament.

Jing Xiuzhu looks a bit like her, with slender eyes, high nose bridge, very attractive appearance.

Ning Jianjing didn't know why Jing's mother suddenly made this proposal, but it didn't have any effect on him, so he tilted his head and smiled, and called out: "Godmother."

Jing's mother was very happy, she said "Hey" several times, and laughed from ear to ear, while Jing's father was dumbfounded, looking at this and that blankly.

"This... what's the situation?"

Jing Xiuzhu coughed, smiled pretendingly, and said, "Oh my mother, why are you taking advantage of others? You are just a poor teacher. When you see a beautiful child, you want to recognize your son."

Mother Jing understood what her son was so well, she looked up at him for a while, waiting for him to continue to speak.

Jing Xiuzhu tilted his head and smiled at Father Jing, and said, "Hey Dad, I heard Mom said that you have something, and you want it for me when I get married. Don't you give it to my mother's new son as a meeting gift?" ?”

Father Jing was in a daze for a second, looked at his wife, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, why can't I understand it, why don't you put it in the basket just because it's a good dish, you still lack a son?"

"I'll explain to you later." Jing's mother said, she raised her head and glanced at Jing Xiuzhu, who was smiling but not smiling. She had the illusion that she was riding a tiger. She turned her head and said, "Go get it."

Father Jing scanned the faces of the two of them, got up and went to get it.

Jing Xiuzhu put down the bowls and chopsticks, stretched out his hands a little reservedly and rubbed Ning Jianjing's head, and messed up his hair that he had just straightened up just now, with a few strands hanging down on his forehead, making him look a lot gentler.

Although he looks exquisite and beautiful in his usual appearance, he always has a sense of alienation that rejects people thousands of miles away, which makes him seem a lot closer.

Xin Guzhi had a good time watching the play, and felt for the first time that her status as a "fiancée" was worth the fare.

A few days ago, Jing Xiuzhu hastily dug her up from her sleep, and exchanged the signatures of all professional players for her to go back to the unit to adjust the monitoring of the road section, in order to beat Yuan Sheng up.

After Yuan Sheng was unable to play, Ning Jianjing was replaced.

He took him home for dinner because of this person, and asked his mother to adopt him as a godson by beating around the bush.

Soon, Father Jing came back with something.

Mother Jing took it over, handed it to Ning Jianjing, and said, "Although it's a bit pretentious, since you called me godmother, you'll be my son from today onwards, and I'll treat this as a meeting gift for you."

The slender box is very delicate, carved from solid wood, shiny black in color, and has been around for a long time.

Ning Jian Jing hurriedly got up slightly and said: "I can't accept such an expensive gift from you. I am lucky to be a mother and son with you. I didn't bring you a gift today, but I made you spend money."

Jing's mother liked him even more when she heard him say that, and couldn't help thinking, is he also so cautious in the adoptive parents' house?

"It's not an expensive gift, it's just a pen." Mother Jing took his hand and spread it upwards, put the wooden box in, and said, "This pen was passed down by Xiuzhu's great-grandfather. They are all teaching, he went to play games, and he can’t use it anymore, so I will give it to you.”

Ning Jianjing frowned slightly, looked back at Jing Xiuzhu, and asked him with his eyes: Are you sick?

Jing Xiuzhu lowered his eyes and smiled calmly, picked up the cup sideways and took a sip of water, pretending not to see it.

Mother Jing said: "Or do you think it's worthless and don't want to accept it?"

Ning saw Jing hurriedly turned his head, blinked his eyes and said lightly: "How come, even if you give me a piece of paper, it is worth a thousand dollars. How can you despise it for being worthless?"

"Then accept it." Mother Jing let go of her hand, pinching his wrist lovingly, Ning Jianjing frowned slightly, but did not resist, smiled with downcast eyes, and put the box by her hand.

Mother Jing likes this child no matter how she sees it, she doesn't know why, but she always feels a sense of deja vu, but after hearing Jing Xiuzhu's words, she dare not ask him anything, for fear of poking a sore spot, it makes her feel uncomfortable.

Father Jing ate in silence and didn't ask any more questions.

After a meal, and Mother Jing's occasional questioning, Ning Jianjing softly coaxed her to smile, and she really threw Jing Xiuzhu aside.

He went to the study to say goodbye to his father, and he was going back to Qincheng tomorrow morning.

"You fooled your mother, you can't fool me, tell me, what does this kid have to do with you." Father Jing sat on the chair, raised his old eyelids, and glanced at him from behind the lens.

"Oh dad, you are so afraid of my mother, you think you are so stupid." Jing Xiuzhu laughed.

Father Jing glanced at him: "Be serious!"

Jing Xiuzhu thought for a while, and stood opposite Jing's father, crossed his hands on the table, carefully looked into his eyes, and asked tentatively, "Dad, how is your heart?"

"..."

"Are all the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular indicators still normal?"

"..."

"What about blood pressure?"

Father Jing pondered for a while, his brows were tightly frowned, then relaxed a little, and asked incredulously, "Do you... like him?"

Jing Xiuzhu smiled lowly: "Is it so obvious?"

Father Jing didn't speak again, the father and son sat face to face, facing each other quietly across a desk, neither of them spoke, even the air froze as it passed by.

Jing Xiuzhu left home early, and rarely talked face-to-face with Jing's father.

He was very sensible at home, and he was the pride of everyone. Everyone thought that he would make great achievements in knowledge in the future, but they didn't expect him to go his own way to play games.

There was only one wall lamp on in the study room, it was very dark, and the shadows of the two were drawn very long.

In the teacup in front of Father Jing, there were a few pieces of tea leaves floating up and down. He looked at it for a while, then raised his head to look at his son and asked, "Are you serious?"

Jing Xiuzhu nodded, not too excited, but frankly admitted.

"Does he like you?"

"do not like."

Father Jing didn't expect such an answer, and he didn't expect him to say it so directly. He was a little stunned for a moment, and after two seconds, he asked: "Then what do you mean by taking him home? Let me take you too Grandpa's pen was given to him, and I want to hear your explanation."

Jing Xiuzhu said: "I want to treat him well, and I don't conflict with whether he likes me or not."

"Your mother also knows?"

"She doesn't know." Jing Xiuzhu told a little about Ning Jianjing's life experience, and told Jing's father what he hadn't finished with Jing's mother and what he had concealed.

"You know, your parents are old and may not stay with you for a long time. The only thing we hope is that you will rely on each other in the future and be with you until you grow old." Father Jing pursed his lips, his voice slightly old-fashioned, and sighed He took a deep breath and said, "How can we rest assured if you are like this."

Jing Xiuzhu said "Yes", "I understand."

Father Jing asked: "Can you stop the loss in time? Get out decisively before he falls in love with you, and don't let both parties get hurt."

Jing Xiuzhu frowned slightly, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and there was a bit of strange light hidden in his half-closed eyes, thinking a little in his heart.

He doesn't know if Ning Jianjing bends or not, and he doesn't say whether he likes it or not, but he is sure that Ning Jianjing's rejection is not disgust. clavicle.

Although he sharply pushed himself back, he didn't criticize him much afterwards. He didn't hate himself, but just rejected the invasion of love.

Jing Xiuzhu raised his head, looked at his father seriously, and said as if promising: "Dad, you may not understand."

Father Jing remained silent, quietly waiting for him to speak.

Jing Xiuzhu: "What he can give me in the future must be the best love in the world."

"What if not?"

Jing Xiuzhu smiled, and said indifferently: "Then treat it as a big dream for me, and I will live and die without regret."

**

After the father and son chatted, Father Jing didn't come out again, Jing Xiuzhu came out alone, and saw that Guzhi Xin had left, and Ning Jianjing was sitting in the living room alone.

"Where's my mother?"

Ning Jianjing raised his head from the sofa, tilted his head slightly and said, "I've cleaned up the room for you."

Jing Xiuzhu took an orange from the coffee table, peeled it off and put it in his palm, and asked in a low voice, "If you're not used to it, let's go now?"

Ning Jianjing was not such a foolish person, holding the orange in his palm, suppressed it for a long time before lowering his eyes and asking in a low voice: "Jing Xiuzhu, what exactly do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do?" Jing Xiuzhu pretended to be stupid and squatted beside his knee, brushing a little dust off his knee.

"Your mother has the habit of recognizing her son the first time she sees someone and giving them a family gift?" Ning Jianjing frowned while pinching an orange, his heart was in a mess, and he couldn't figure out what Jing Xiuzhu meant, which made him very uncomfortable and uncomfortable. restless.

"Fate you didn't hear, she said she likes you, what can I do, you don't think it's my idea." Jing Xiuzhu looked at him in shock, and realized that the voice was too loud, and lowered his voice to approach him Said: "Baby, you know that I like you. If I let my mother recognize you as her godson, then you are my brother. Am I sick?"

Ning Jianjing also thought of this, so he felt anxious.

"I didn't bring a gift for your mother." Ning Jianjing thought for a while, removed the earrings from his ears, put them in Jing Xiuzhu's palm, tilted his head and said, "Give this to her."

Of his pair of earrings, the last one was given to Xiang Di.

Before he came, he wanted to buy a gift, but Jing Xiuzhu stopped him from buying it, so he had no choice but to follow him empty-handed, but unexpectedly, he accepted such a gift, which made him very disturbed.

He doesn't like being in debt to others.

This earring is worth a lot, it should be enough.

Jing Xiuzhu looked at a gemstone earring in his palm, which shone brightly under the light, and seemed to have a bit of Ning Jianjing's body temperature shining in his palm.

He knew that Ning Jianjing couldn't accept other people's kindness for a while, and what happened to him tonight was quite a shock, so it would be better for him to feel at ease.

"That's fine, I'll thank you for my mother first." Jing Xiuzhu clenched his palm tightly, holding this little gem tightly in his palm.

Ning saw Jing Chang let out a long sigh of relief, and heard Jing Xiuzhu's smiling voice, "Hey baby, you are my mother's son now, call me brother?"

The author has something to say: Jing Xiuzhu: "What he can give me in the future must be the best love in the world."

Father Jing: ………………………… In my heart, I thank the little angels for voting for me as the overlord~

Thanks to the little angels who voted [Line mines]: 1 piece for Yiqu Hongchen, 1 piece for Anzhi

Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with nutrient solution~

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：精分的路人10瓶、关卿5瓶、旧茜4瓶、啦啦啦2瓶、kolongni2瓶、碎瓷蝶1瓶

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ^_^