After being pregnant with the baby of the president next door [Transmigration Book]

"Astragalus perch soup..." The big bowl of soup was placed in the middle of the dining table. Chen Ling saw it at a glance, and nodded her head to show her approval, "I'm older than you."

"The young master ordered me to burn it." Uncle Yu didn't dare to take credit for it, but he thought it was the young master who had the heart to do it.

But no matter what, Chu Yiyang just gave him this order, and Uncle Yu himself is the one who cooks the soup, so Chen Ling still admires him very much.

The whole family started eating. Chu Shanhai and Chu Yiyang had a lot of topics in common. They kept talking about work. Cheng Yiqin just ate quietly and didn't understand anything they said.

The longer the chat, the shorter the time for eating.

Seeing that they didn't eat much food in their bowls, Chen Ling couldn't help sighing, patted Chu Shanhai's arm, and said dissatisfiedly: "What work are you talking about during meal time? Old Yu worked so hard to cook such a big table of food for us. , You two are so virtuous? Sure enough, they are father and son. "

"Ma'am, I didn't do this alone. Young Madam also helped me a lot," said Uncle Yu.

To be honest, Cheng Yiqin didn't want anyone to mention him at the dinner table, because he knew that no matter what, Mrs. Chu's complexion would immediately turn bad if he was mentioned.

Sure enough, upon hearing the words "Young Madam", Chen Ling's expression changed instantly.

"Okay, let's eat and eat." A slightly hoarse voice came, and everyone's attention was shifted to him in time. He put some vegetables in Chen Ling's bowl and put on a smiling face , "Lingling, come, eat more."

Chen Ling rolled his eyes at him, put the dish that Chu Shanhai gave her into her mouth, chewed it carefully, but her mouth was still full of sweetness.

After lunch, Chu Yiyang drove directly to the company again in the afternoon. He seemed very busy every time he went back and forth, while Chen Ling went upstairs to take a nap, and closed the door to not want to be disturbed.

"Xiao Cheng, come with me." After picking up the newspaper on the coffee table, Chu Shanhai suddenly said.

Caught off guard by being called, Cheng Yiqin thought that Chu Shanhai wanted to have a private conversation with him, and followed after a short answer.

In this way, he followed Chu Shanhai all the way to the balcony. Chu Shanhai asked Cheng Yiqin to help him move out the recliner and a short round table that had been placed in the utility room for a long time, wiped them clean with a wet towel and then sat on them. .

"There is still something missing." Chu Shanhai stood up again, stared at the chair for a few seconds, and then said suddenly, "Xiao Cheng, can you help me get the blanket from the sofa downstairs? Oh, by the way, and bring me the water glass I put on the coffee table, please, Xiao Cheng."

"It's okay, uncle, I'll get it right away."

Cheng Yiqin didn't think much, and went directly to get the navy blue blanket.At this moment, he still felt that Chu Shanhai wanted to talk to him about his relationship with Chu Yiyang.

Chu Shanhai took the blanket from him and covered himself, lying on the bamboo chair and reading the newspaper.

The screen window of the balcony was open, and there was a gust of breeze blowing in through countless tiny gaps, blowing on people's faces comfortably.

Cheng Yiqin stood beside him in a daze for a few minutes, but his originally calm heart became more and more anxious due to the gradual lengthening of the waiting time. Chu Shanhai's long period of silence and leisure made his doubts more and more strong.

"Huh?" As if realizing that there was someone standing beside him, Chu Shanhai turned his head and looked at Cheng Yiqin with some doubts, "Xiao Cheng, what else do you want?"

"No, no."

"Then go about your own business."

After Chu Shanhai finished speaking, he looked at the newspaper again. Cheng Yiqin tilted his head and blinked his eyes. Although he still hesitated, he went down the stairs. He just walked slowly, for fear that Chu Shanhai would suddenly call him and he would not hear him. .

Due to worries, Cheng Yiqin accidentally stepped on the air midway, but fortunately he held onto the handrail in time to avoid an accident.

When he got down the stairs, Cheng Yiqin still had lingering fears, and stood at the top of the stairs, holding on to the handrail, to look up from the bottom.

If he really fell down the stairs just now, the consequences would be unimaginable... Looking down at his still flat stomach, Cheng Yiqin swallowed nervously, vowing to protect himself and the child from accidents.

"What's the matter with you, young lady?"

Uncle Yu had been busy in the kitchen for a long time, and now he had boiled hot water again. As soon as he came out, he saw Cheng Yiqin standing in a daze at the top of the stairs.He thought there was something wrong with the young lady, so he asked with concern.

"It's okay, Uncle Yu, go and do your work." After waving his hand, Cheng Yiqin smiled.

Uncle Yu nodded to indicate that he knew.

When Chen Ling woke up, it was past three o'clock in the afternoon. She rubbed her slightly swollen temples. After finishing her makeup in front of the dressing table, she opened the door and prepared to go downstairs.

Just when she was about to take a step, a light and pleasant piano sound suddenly reached her ears, and she walked slowly down following the sound of the piano.

The melodious piano sound made her feel like she was in a secret place, with a vast blue sky and long white clouds above her head, and a slowly flowing clear stream in front of her, where birds sang and small animals frolicked.

This is probably the beauty of pure music, and this is why Chen Ling only likes listening to pure music.

She remembered very clearly that when her own Yang Yang was still very young, she used those beautiful piano pieces as his lullabies, and the pieces accompanied Yang Yang into a sweet dreamland.

However, she also knew that her Yangyang family didn't know how to play the piano, and the grand piano at home was just a decoration. So, who is playing that piano now?

Chen Ling had a guess in her mind, and this was the most likely person, but she never believed that it was played by that person until she actually saw the figure.

A familiar figure came into view, Chen Ling just stood at the stairs and listened quietly, her frosty face finally warmed up as the song entered the ending.

At the end of a piece of music, Cheng Yiqin put his hands lightly on his legs, took a deep breath and let it out heavily, then he twisted his neck and continued to play the next piece.

The notes dance on the keys, and the connection between each note is like flowing water. Cheng Yiqin is immersed in it, and his seriousness is enough to move people.

Chen Ling didn't know how long she stood there, the time for two songs, or the time for several songs.

Because Cheng Yiqin stringed several classic pieces together, she was still enjoying the movingness of this piece at this moment, but the next moment he played another piece, which shows his superb level.

Chen Ling was thinking, if Cheng Yiqin is willing to continue to practice piano hard, even if she wants to become a pianist, she believes that he can do it, but he chose the road of courier, so why? Woolen cloth?

Chen Ling couldn't understand.