Chapter 67： Restraint [one more] (for so long...) (1/2)

In the evening, Jiang Yu lay on the soft bed comfortably, watching the ballet video on the phone.

At this time, a text message popped out from the phone, from Xie Yuan--

”Are you in Haicheng?”

”Yes, hey, how does Uncle Xie know?”

”Your mother told me.”

Xie Yuan made a long phone call to Jiang Manyi as soon as he walked out of the Ono restaurant, and the two almost quarreled on the phone.

Xie Yuan was very dissatisfied with her agreement to let Jiang Yu and her boyfriend go out alone. He felt that this would undoubtedly send sheep to the tiger's mouth. What kind of thoughts can men have.

Jiang Manyi scolded Xie Yuan, saying that when his daughter grew up, he had his own love and life. He thought he was good to his daughter and he had too much intervention, so he was old-fashioned.

All in all, Xie Yuan was very worried, and after considering it for a long time, he contacted Jiang Yu.

Can't make a call yet, because there are some warnings, it is not easy to talk on the phone, only text messages.

Jiang Yu caught some weird content from Xie Yuan's text message: ”Hey, Uncle Xie, do you often contact my mother?”

Xie Yuan: ”Well, I will contact you from time to time. That... Xiaoyu, you are still young. I think you don't need to worry about falling in love for the time being. The most important thing now is your own growth and progress.”

Jiang Yu: ”Uncle Xie, you often contact my mother, you usually...what do you talk about!”

Jiang Yu completely ignored Xie Yuan's warnings to himself, and focused all his attention on the relationship between him and her mother.

No, are there any sparks between these two people? !

Jiang Yu asked himself, Jiang Manyi is not young anymore, but his appearance is still beautiful, with a pair of affectionate autumn eyes, few men on the road can look at her without turning back.

From Jiang Manyi, Jiang Yu can clearly see that women are not only beautiful in their youth, as long as they can help themselves and keep their mentality young, they will also be very attractive when they are thirty and forty years old.

Sometimes Jiang Yu feels that she is not her mother’s biological daughter, she is so feminine, she hasn’t inherited it at all...

Xie Yuan likes her mother, and it's normal to want to come.

A well-trained man like Xie Yuan has so many young girls around him. He has been single for so many years, and most of them are not interested in young girls. On the contrary, he may prefer mature women with experience.

At this moment, Jiang Yu fell into a dilemma.

On the one hand, she really admired Xie Yuan. If Xie Yuan could be her stepfather, that would be a good thing.

But on the other hand, the early love story of Cheng Ye and Jiang Manyi moved her very much. Cheng Ye is her father!

This is really... difficult.

Jiang Yu: ”Uncle Xie, do you and my mother have a lot of topics in common?”

Xie Yuan: ”...”

Jiang Yu: ”Don't worry, I am a particularly enlightened child. I will not obstruct it. My mother deserves happiness.”

Xie Yuan: ”...you misunderstood.”

Jiang Yu: ”It's okay, it's okay. I took the liberty. You don't need to take my words to heart. For these things, my mother still has to make her own decisions.”

Xie Yuan: ”Really, no.”

Jiang Yu: ”Ah, I'm sleepy. I'll rest first. You should also rest early, don't stay up late, good night.”

After sending this message, Jiang Yu hurriedly quit the mobile phone WeChat, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling for a while.

If Xie Yuan really likes his mother and her mother has a good impression on him, Jiang Yu shouldn't pull Cheng Ye into this relationship.

Even if he is his biological father, but time has passed, maybe Jiang Manyi is more willing to start a new life.

Jiang Yu didn't know his biological father Cheng Ye...actually.

Things are getting more and more complicated.

Brainstorming.

At this moment, the bathroom door opened and Qiu Li walked out.

Jiang Yu was originally looking at the phone, but he looked up in a daze and saw the scenery of the boy's upper body.

He wore a white bath towel casually around his neck, his wheat-colored skin was dotted with water drops, his back muscles were slightly bowed, and his strong and well-proportioned abdominal muscles could be seen on one side.

Jiang Yu's cheeks were a little hot unconsciously, he deliberately kept his eyes away, lowered his head to play with the phone, and pretended not to see anything.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but glance at him with the corners of light.

It is difficult for any girl to resist such a figure.

This is really...so tempting.

Qiu Li took out the white hair dryer from Jiang Yu's suitcase and stood in front of the mirror to blow his hair.

The girl lying on the bed in the mirror, with blushing cheeks, absent-mindedly playing with her mobile phone, secretly looking at herself from time to time.

Qiu Li looked down at his figure.

Suddenly had self-confidence.

He turned sideways and called out softly: ”Xiao Yu, come over and blow my hair.”

Jiang Yulai refused to move on the bed, and buried his head in the quilt: ”You...you blow it yourself, why do you want me.”

”I can't blow well.”

Jiang Yu finally got up, walked over with his slippers hanging down, took the hair dryer, and muttered: ”You can't even blow your hair. Boyfriend is really disabled in real life.”

Qiu Li picked her up and sat down on the dressing table, letting her squirt his hair and blow the hot air indiscriminately.

”It's enough for me to have light rain.” He approached her neck like a spoiled baby, rubbed her ears and temples lightly with his nose, and smelled the faint scent of lemon on her body--

”You are my eyes, nose, ears...”

Jiang Yu was tickled by him, giggled, and patted his head: ”Be calm.”

Qiuli allowed her to blow her hair. Her long black hair hung over her shoulders. Her shoulders were curved very gracefully. She was wearing a bubble white nightdress with a very loose skirt and a wide neck.

From his perspective, he can easily look in from the neckline and see the wonderful scenery...

In a second, he looked away.

If there is an electrocardiogram at this time, you can definitely see a line protruding like Everest.

Jiang Yu didn't notice the ups and downs of the teenager's mood. She carefully helped him blow his hair and whispered: ”My mother said, every time you wash your hair, your hair must be blown dry, otherwise you will have a headache in the future.”

Before he knew it, the young man's hand had fallen on her back, touching her bones.