Chapter 77 (1/2)

People were wrapped around their waists, and the nose was lingering with a sweet smell. Jiang Mingyuan took a deep breath, and stretched his hands to touch the woman's waist, with infinite satisfaction in his heart.

He lowered his head slightly, and tempted his lips to reflect on Cheng Huan's forehead. Seeing that the other party did not resist, his courage gradually increased. His lips gradually moved down from the center of the eyebrow to the bridge of the nose, and he took a bite at the tip of the nose. A little bit, finally caught the rosy that they longed for still.

The lips fit together, and there is no other movement for a while, breathing each other's breath, and even the air becomes quiet.

After a long time, Jiang Mingyuan moved his lip flaps. His lips opened, and the other party seemed to have the same spirit as his heart, and he also opened his lips. The tips of the tongues protruded and touched each other. When they became familiar, they were closely entangled.

After all, they have no experience. When they kissed, they inevitably bumped, either hit their teeth too hard, or they accidentally bit their tongues when they were entangled. But even if the process is not smooth, they have no plans to separate.

There was a little noise at the door, and the two of them were unaware of it. A few seconds later, a clear child's voice sounded at the door: ”What are you doing, mom and dad?”

The stars stared at them with airplane toys in their hands, their eyes were pure and ignorant of the world.

The people who were together were stunned when they heard the sound. Cheng Huan reached out and pushed Jiang Mingyuan, came out of his arms, hid behind his back and wiped his lips with his back. He was afraid to face his son for the first time.

I don't know if the man was born with a thick skin in this regard, or Jiang Mingyuan practiced at home. He seemed much calmer than Cheng Huan. The man pulled out a tissue and wiped away the water stains on his lips, so he asked the station. The child at the door: ”How did you get down?”

”I'm going to play?” The star dragged the small plane over and looked intently. He stared at his dad's brightly colored lips and stuck out his little tongue: ”Dad, are you playing with mom?”

Jiang Mingyuan: ”... Um.”

”Why do you still want to stick out your tongue?” The star was particularly strange. ”I never did.”

”This is a game for our adults, you are still a kid ...” Jiang Mingyuan's voice paused, holding his hand and pinching, rubbing his son's head up and down, starting to shift the topic: ”Well, it's no surprise these things, dad play games with you.”

”Oh.” Xingxing was still puzzled, but the game was obviously more attractive to him, so he just looked up at the blushing mother and obediently followed his father.

The two walked away from her with their backs facing away. Cheng Huan exhaled and reached out and patted her face. She tried to press down the disturbed heartbeat and asked with a sound that sounded normal: ”I'm going to cook, do you want to eat?”

”Don't do it, I bought you lunch, and I'll be there later.” Jiang Mingyuan squatted on the ground, helped his son dismantle the plane, and took time to return to Cheng Huan. He pointed to the sofa next to him: ”You can sit and play Mobile phones or watching TV, or we can take things apart. ”

He had a soft face and a purely relaxed gesture: ”Don't go far, I want to look at you.”

Cheng Huan's original cheeks were even more flushed. She glared at the people on the ground, wanting to make people say nothing, but her eyes were shy, but she didn't have the slightest power, and she glared. She really sat on the sofa, her waist. Keep your knees straight and wait for lunch.

Jiang Mingyuan was telling the truth. He was really afraid of people leaving. He came to see her after a while, and Cheng Huan couldn't relax at all. When the food was delivered, her ears were still red.

The apartment can't be sold inside or outside, it is sent to the doorman's office, and the doorman takes it downstairs to take it by himself. The phone rang, Jiang Mingyuan connected to say a few words, hung up the phone and let the stars play for themselves, put on a coat and go downstairs to take out food.

The takeaway is quite hearty, with four dishes and one soup. The portions are very small. Jiang Mingyuan brought things up, opened the take-out boxes one by one, and put them on the coffee table. He went to the kitchen and took a pair of clean chopsticks and handed them over. He bent down and kissed in the corner of her eyes: ”OK, eat here.”

Cheng Huan took it, glanced at the stars, and whispered to him, ”You pay attention.”

The man said ”um”, his eyes were full of smiles, apparently not in mind.

It was almost three o'clock after a meal, and Cheng Huan packed the garbage into bags after eating, and said to the two people in the house, ”I'll go to the store.”

”I am with you.” Jiang Mingyuan got up and said.

Cheng Huan refused: ”No, you are at home with the stars, I just have something to go over, and come back soon.”

The man was not satisfied, but finally reluctantly agreed, because Cheng Huan promised to accompany him to his hometown.

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Cheng Huan's main purpose of going to the store is to send Chinese New Year red envelopes.

The plan for overtime for the Chinese New Year has been finalized. Except for New Year's Eve and the first day, there are a few days to go to work. Originally, Cheng Huan was going to pay this money when he opened the door on the second day of the second day. As a big starter, now the plan has changed, and this matter has to be advanced.

The money was a new bank note previously taken from the bank, and it was packed in a red seal.

Cheng Huan's store has been open for a short time, but the business is good, and she has made a lot of money in the past few months. She is not a stingy person. She gives more red envelopes during the New Year, and her employees are more comfortable.

There are a lot of people from outside the city of S. At this time, they have also gone back. The originally busy city has become a little empty, and the business in the store has been inevitably affected. When Cheng Huan passed, there were only one or two guests in the table.