Chapter 20

Chapter 20

    Yun Jing stopped talking, and hugged Cen Jinglan back, giving him silent comfort.

    After a long time, the two of them let go, and Yun Jing said lightly, "I've come here, do you want a drink?"

    "Okay." Cen Jinglan's mood was also much calmer, and he nodded.

    Yun Jing went back to get the wine glass again, and Cen Jinglan turned on the light on the balcony to clean up the mess he made.

    When Yun Jing came back, he saw Cen Jinglan sitting on the carpet, hugging his knees to look at the moon.

    Yun Jing turned off the light, poured a glass of wine for himself and Cen Jinglan, and then sat down beside Cen Jinglan: "Today seems to be the sixteenth of the lunar calendar, the moon on the fifteenth is sixteen rounds, such a beautiful moonlight, I want to Turn off the lights to look good."

    After noticing that Cen Jinglan had been staring at her, her eyes were a little hot, Yun Jing thought about it doubtfully, and realized with hindsight that the words "the moon is beautiful" seems like a It is for expressing.

    "I'm just discussing the moonlight..." Yun Jing explained subconsciously, and before he finished speaking, he knew that he was wrong.

    Sure enough, Cen Jinglan frowned slightly, and his eyes suddenly became a little dangerous.

    Yun Jing: "...Forget it, I'll punish myself by drinking a glass of wine." After

    speaking, he planned to kill a glass of wine directly.

    "I don't seem to have said anything." Cen Jinglan smiled, took the wine glass from her hand, put it on the ground, and patted her thigh, "Come here." For

    some reason, a simple gesture, But Yun Jing was a little moved.

    She straightened her hair before resting her head on Cen Jinglan's lap and adjusted her posture. Afraid of embarrassment, she quickly found a topic: "Looking at the moon like this, it feels a bit like being on the third floor."

    "Well." Cen Jinglan nodded, stroked her hair lightly, and then said after a pause, "I told my mother that I want to bring you home for dinner on Qingming Festival. Can you see?"

    He was not sure if Yunjing had heard him before. The phone call, but even if he had already promised, if Yunjing was unwilling, he would not force it. *T

    "Of course!" Yun Jing raised her head, the bright moonlight reflected in her eyes, shining in the night, "Actually, I wanted to visit my uncle and aunt for a long time, but I was afraid that I would be presumptuous."

    "No." Cen Jing Lan said, "If you are willing to go, they will be very happy."

    "That's good." Yun Jing is really happy. Cen Jinglan talking to her like this means that his heart for his parents has been opened. .

    In fact, from the previous life, Cen Jinglan and his parents did not seem to have much conflict.

    After his death, his parents were also very regretful and sad.

    Maybe because she has never received the love of her parents, even if Yun Jing can face it calmly and no longer have any expectations for her parents, she still yearns for a warm family in her bones.

    It's just that that kind of yearning is not for your own home, but for someone else's home.

    Seeing conflicts between other parents and their children, she subconsciously hopes that they can reconcile.

    Of course, the premise is that there is really no major conflict, and that parents and children have not seriously hurt each other.

    Now she doesn't know about Cen Jinglan's past, so she just asked without a trace, "What do aunt and uncle like? I'll go buy a gift tomorrow."

    Cen Jinglan was silent when she heard this question.

    Yun Jing saw the dazed look in his eyes, and he should really not know.

    "Auntie is better. Clothes, jewelry and cosmetics should be fine." Yunjing didn't give him much time to think about it, and quickly said to himself, "But uncle is more troublesome, wine? Tea? Or... eh, yes Now, do you think it's time for me to change my words?"

    The topic jumped a bit quickly, Cen Jinglan looked at her puzzled: "What change?"

    "Didn't we all get the certificate?" Yun Jing's cheeks slightly twitched Hong, "When I see them, should I call my uncles and aunts or... Mom and Dad?"

    "Wait a second." Cen Jinglan said.

    "Waiting for the wedding?" Yun Jing felt that she had successfully diverted the topic, diverting Cen Jinglan's attention, and a little bit of joy.

    However, Cen Jinglan's answer was: "After you get used to calling 'husband'."

    Yun Jing: ...! ! !

    She felt that Cen Jinglan might not need her company.

    Yun Jing put one hand on the carpet and wanted to get up, but Cen Jinglan hurriedly pulled her, but the center of gravity was unstable, and both of them fell.

    Fortunately, this is not a floor tile, but a carpet. It doesn't hurt to fall. It is cleaned every day and it is very clean.

    The two stood up in no hurry, after a while of laughing, Yun Jing turned to look at Cen Jinglan.

    Their heads were just next to each other, and Cen Jinglan was also looking at her.

    The moonlight is beautiful tonight, sprinkled through the spring flowers, and even the light has a sweet taste.

    It's hard to say who took the initiative first, and the two lied in the flowers and received a fragrant kiss.

    On the Qingming Festival, the company was on holiday, Yun Jing and Cen Jinglan brought flowers and went to visit Grandpa Cen's grave first.

    The cemetery is in the suburbs, and there was a traffic jam when I went out of the city. When I got to the cemetery, I saw people everywhere.

    The two came to Grandpa Cen's tomb, where several bouquets of flowers had been placed, and the surrounding weeds had been cleaned up. Obviously, someone came first.

    "Who is so early?" Yun Jing asked curiously.

    "Uncle's family." Cen Jinglan looked at it and said, "His family lives near here. Parents and aunts usually come here in the afternoon, and there are fewer people."

    Yun Jing nodded thoughtfully . , When Grandpa Cen was on his way back from *T, she asked Cen Jinglan: "Mr. Ruan has really gone to Fengsen?"

    At the board meeting on Monday, Ruan Heyuan asked himself to be transferred to Fengsen to clean up the mess. Everyone was surprised, and the board of directors also No decision was made on the spot.

    "Well." Cen Jinglan nodded and explained to Yunjing carefully, "Uncle is young, he has broad ideas, he dares to think and act; uncle is older, has more experience, and is calm and reliable. In the past, when the real estate market was good, what did you basically do? They both make money, and the two of them complement each other in management. Now the market is not so good, and the two people's ideas conflict, and the contradiction will become prominent. Fengsen is only a small company, in fact, reducing resources or even closing it down has little impact, but that is It was jointly established by my uncle and cousin. For them, they have special feelings. My uncle was originally a designer, and now he plans to develop Fengsen into a professional design direction. On the one hand, he seeks greater development for Fengsen and keeps the brand. On the other hand, it can be regarded as a voluntary concession. He also believes that the current real estate market is not good, and it is more necessary for my uncle to be flexible, rather than his complacent."

    "If my uncle can do this, he is not a complacent person." Jing still had a good impression of Ruan Heyuan, "Then uncle should be very happy?"

    "Maybe." Cen Jinglan thought about it, but was not sure.

    He treats these relatives no different from other executives in the company. Before these people were happy or not, he didn't care much, as long as the work was done well.

    Now his emotional world has opened a window, but that window is mainly facing the cloud mirror, and even his parents can only be seen in one corner, so naturally he can't take care of others.

    It was almost noon when the two arrived at their parents' house.

    Ruan Ling and Cen Xueyin were sitting on the sofa in the living room. Although they didn't say they were waiting for them, their posture was still obvious.

    "Hello, uncle and aunt." Yun Jing greeted warmly when she entered the door, and took out the prepared gift.

    For Ruan Ling, it was a shawl, which was just released by a brand she liked very much.

    For Cen Xueyin, it is a work of a famous contemporary calligrapher and painter.

    The two of them were very happy to receive the gift, Ruan Ling put it on the shawl directly, took Yunjing's hand and boasted: "It's so beautiful, I read the magazine two days ago, and just wanted to buy it, you sent it. "

    As long as you like it." Yun Jingzui boasted sweetly, "I immediately felt that this special match with your temperament, noble and elegant."

    As he said that, he secretly rejoiced that, fortunately, there was Aunt Fan at home.

    Aunt Fan is very kind, kind-hearted, and especially gentle when she talks to Yunjing.

    Cen Jinglan didn't know the preferences of his parents, so Yun Jing asked Aunt Fan about Cen Jinglan's parents' preferences on the grounds that he had met his parents for the first time and did not want Cen Jinglan to know. She explained everything in detail.

    At first, Yunjing wanted to buy wine or tea for Cen Xueyin. Fortunately, she asked, and Aunt Fan said that Cen Xueyin's liver was not very good, so she couldn't drink, and she didn't like drinking tea. He had a bad temper when he was young, but now he loves to write and draw to cultivate himself.

    As soon as she said it, Yun Jing remembered it. In the book, there are few descriptions of Cen Jinglan's parents in his previous life. Before Cen Jinglan died, she hardly saw them appear.

    But after Cen Jinglan died, she saw that they were not in good health. His father was mainly suffering from liver disease, and his mother had been suffering from back pain.

    Yun Jing integrated what she saw in her previous life and what she told Aunt Fan, and pretended to tell Cen *T Jinglan casually.

    Cen Jinglan didn't know about these things.

    He also realized that not only his parents neglected him, but he also neglected his parents a lot.

    Therefore, in addition to the gifts Yunjing bought, Cen Jinglan also bought gifts, health care products for his father's liver and liver protection, and a massager for his mother's waist.

    In Cen Jinglan's memory, this seemed to be the first time he had given his parents a gift.

    In the past, the way their family got along was to say what they needed, never giving gifts, birthdays, etc.

    Cen Xueyin was okay, she calmly accepted the gift and maintained her calm appearance.

    As soon as Ruan Ling used the massager, she turned her head away to hide her red eyes.

    Cen Jinglan looked at it with a sour heart, and subconsciously looked at Yunjing.

    Yun Jing winked at him, Cen Jinglan walked over, crouched in front of Ruan Ling, and helped her adjust the instrument.

    Ruan Ling grabbed Yun Jing's hand and wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth but didn't make a sound.

    "By the way, uncle and auntie, I also want to thank you." Yun Jing knew that the relationship between them could not be completely repaired all at once, so she changed the subject with a smile, "Aunt Fan's cooking is really delicious! But She's gone, are you used to it? In fact, we can eat in the company's canteen without a chef."

    "I'm used to, there is a chef at home. You can try his cooking skills later, it's not worse than Aunt Fan." Ruan Ling clenched The tight hand suddenly loosened a lot of strength, and she regained her composure. It's been too long since she got along with her son like this. For a while, she really didn't know what to do. Yunjing eased her emotions very well. "Also, your uncle likes to be the next cook now. Auntie Fan is not happy when he doesn't have the space to play. Now it's time for him to play."

    "Uncle can still cook? It's amazing." Yun Jing looked at Cen in shock. Lan sat back again and smiled at him, "As expected of father and son, Brother Lan can cook, so I don't dare to go into the kitchen."

    "Can Xiaolan cook?" Ruan Ling blurted out and asked, with a look on her face. There was some embarrassment.

    Not knowing that your son can cook is embarrassing for both the mother and the son.

    "I just learned it." Cen Jinglan rarely took the initiative to help someone out. After a pause, he said, "I have a chance to make it for you.

    " "The mirror, don't go into the kitchen. If it's a hobby, it's fine, but it's not really necessary. Such a good skin, such a beautiful little girl, don't touch those fumes."

    "Okay." Yun Jing nodded obediently, "I Listen to Auntie."

    "Going to work is already hard enough, so take a good rest after work." Ruan Ling really liked it the more she looked at Yunjing, "By the way, are you still used to work?"

    "Habit, Brother Lan taught me a lot." Yun Jing looked at Cen Jinglan and gave him a message, "It's just that the company has had several major reforms recently, so I'm busy, but Brother Lan is much busier than me."

    Cen Jinglan got what she meant and said to Cen Xueyan : "Mainly in terms of real estate and new energy. After I read the plan of the board of directors last time..."

    He told Yun Jing before that Cen Xuefeng had a conflict with Ruan Heyuan's ideas. In fact, he and Cen Xue'an also had a conflict of ideas. It's just that in the past, when there was a conflict of ideas, neither father and son would explain too much. Whoever has the right will call the shots, and the other will automatically shut up.

    Therefore, it is said in the foreign *T world that their father and son are at odds, and they desperately suppress the other.

    This was the first time that Cen Jinglan tried to share his thoughts with Cen Xueyan.

    Cen Xueyan is also very patient. When there is disagreement, he will first affirm Cen Jinglan, and then add a little bit of his own ideas.

    Yun Jing listened by the side, occasionally interrupting. Although she is not professional, she knows better than anyone about the market trend in the next ten years. Every time she hits the point, it surprises Cen Xueyan and even Cen Jinglan.

    The atmosphere of getting along with the family became more and more harmonious, until the housekeeper came over and asked them to eat.

    Today's lunch was clearly well-prepared, with a full table.

    Ruan Ling was sitting next to Yunjing, and she couldn't help but serve her dishes, and after a while, the Yunjing bowl would no longer be piled up.

    Yun Jing was not often served by her own mother. She still remembered that when she was a child, her mother's family was not as rich as it was later. Every time she came back from buying something good, Ji Yuke told her repeatedly: "Be polite and let your brother eat first."

    At the dinner table, both mother and uncle only served vegetables for brother, and occasionally for her, all It's my brother's leftovers.

    Yun Jing has reconciled with herself and will no longer resent her previous life, but looking at Ruan Ling's warm eyes at this moment, her heart still fluctuated, and she blurted out, "Thank you mom.

    " Qi Shushua quieted down, and everyone looked at her.

    "No, that..." Yun Jing was embarrassed and mad, and it was rare for her to speak incoherently, "I..."

    "No thanks." Ruan Ling laughed, "Just tell Mom what you want to eat."

    Yun Jing: "..."

    Well, she can't change her mind if she wants to go back.

    Ruan Ling was in a good mood, so she brought some dishes over.

    Yunjing couldn't hold it in the bowl anymore, so she didn't care about being shy, and reminded: "I can't hold it, Mom, give it to Brother Lan, he likes to eat shrimp.

    " Glancing at Cen Jinglan, he put it into his bowl with a little caution.

    Cen Xueyin next to him was peeling shrimp, and after hearing this, he paused and put the peeled shrimp into Cen Jinglan's bowl.

    Cen Jinglan looked at the shrimp in the bowl, and said after two seconds, "Thank you mom, thank you dad."

    Yun Jing found that Ruan Ling and Cen Xueyan both breathed a sigh of relief.

    Obviously they are a family who care about each other, I really don't understand how they could be so unfamiliar before.

    Fortunately, it now appears that the relationship is showing signs of recovery.

    After the meal, Cen Jinglan and Yun Jing still had things to do, so they were ready to go back after sitting for a while.

    But for Ruan Ling and Cen Xueyan, today is still the same as the Chinese New Year. Ruan Ling brought a lot of things to the young couple, including all the cosmetics and cosmetics they could eat.

    Yun Jing repeatedly pushed and refused: "Thank you, Mom, I really can't take it. Let's take it again next time."

    "Okay, next time." Ruan Ling heard "next time", so she stopped pushing hard.

    The two got into the car with a bunch of things, Yun Jing glanced at the back row, and said with a smile, "We are here to move, right?"

    Cen Jinglan also turned to look, his eyes were warm, and he returned He turned his head, stretched his arms and hugged Yun Jing, and said, "Thank you."

    "Thank me for what?" Yun Jing pulled the seat belt and fastened it, "This is all given by my parents, I should thank them.

    " It has been more than 20 years, and today is the first time my dad has peeled shrimp for me." Cen Jinglan lowered his head to light the fire, and said very lightly *T.

    Yun Jing also remembered her parents when she was eating, so she could empathize with her, but she was still worried that she had misunderstood, so she tentatively said, "Better late than never, right?"

    "Yes." Cen Jinglan thought for a while and nodded, "So you start."

    "What do I start with?" Yun Jing was puzzled.

    Cen Jinglan kicked the accelerator and drove the car out: "Start practicing calling 'husband'."

    Yun Jing was confused, what is this all about?

    However, Cen Jinglan looked righteous, and Yun Jing pondered for a while before he understood. It was because last night, she asked Cen Jinglan if she wanted to change her words to "parents", and what Cen Jinglan said was to get her used to calling "husband" before changing her words.

    But she couldn't hold back for a while today, and she had already blurted out "Mom and Dad", so Cen Jinglan followed her meaning of "Better late than never" and asked her to practice calling "husband".

    Yun Jing: "..."

    In fact, if this is not the case, Yun Jing feels that it is not difficult to call her husband.

    After all, they were both married, and Cen Jinglan was her husband.

    However, the more she is like this now, the more she can't shout.

    Yunjing held back all the way, chatted for a long time, but couldn't call out "husband".

    Fortunately, Cen Jinglan didn't seem to have any intention of embarrassing her. After she said that she should start practicing, she didn't mention it again.

    Yun Jing was a little relieved, Cen Jinglan was considerate, should she give her time to adapt?

    When he got home, Cen Jinglan parked the car, Yun Jing unfastened his seat belt, just got out of the car and closed the door, ready to pick up the things in the back row, when a shadow suddenly shrouded in front of him.

    I don't know how Cen Jinglan can be so fast, clearly on the other side, and in front of her in an instant.

    He supported the car with both hands and trapped Yun Jing between himself and the car, preventing her from escaping: "Shout out and listen?"

    Yun Jing: "..."

    Cen Jinglan wasn't such a tangled person before, wasn't he?

    However, the more Cen Jinglan forced her, the less she could speak.

    Yun Jing looked behind Cen Jinglan and shouted, "Aunt Fan!"

    Cen Jinglan turned back subconsciously, and Yun Jing got out from under his arm and ran away.

    Naturally, there was no Aunt Fan behind her, Cen Jinglan chuckled lightly and followed with strides.

    Yun Jing panicked and chose the direction of the kitchen instead of running upstairs after entering the door.

    As soon as he ran to the restaurant, Cen Jinglan caught up.

    Yun Jing exclaimed and was picked up by Cen Jinglan and sat down on the dining table. With his legs still on the dining table, she couldn't run at all.

    "No, you..." Yun Jing blushed, trying to distract him, "Why do you always like this pose?"

    Cen Jinglan bent down, resting on the table with both hands, his eyes full of smiles: " Because you like to stick your feet up when you kiss, it's very cute."

    Yunjing: ! ! !

    impossible! She definitely didn't!

    "Don't slander me." Yun Jing said, her toes kicked involuntarily, "..."

    "Wife." Cen Jinglan leaned in front of Yun Jing, the tip of her nose rubbed against her forehead and cheek, and her lips It was less than one centimeter away from the skin, and even the heat from the breath had penetrated into the skin along the pores.

    Yun Jing's face was red for a while, and the tip of her heart seemed to be squeezed in the palm of her hand.

    If he is like this, it is better to kiss him directly, which is too torturous.

    Yun Jing raised her head to look for his lips, but Cen Jinglan slid away directly, rubbing the tip of her nose on the side of her neck repeatedly.

    There is the sensitive area of ​​Yunjing, the heat of breathing is enough to give her goosebumps, not to mention the numbness caused by friction.

    She gasped involuntarily and reached out to grab Cen Jinglan's arm.

    This action made her earlobe just touch Cen Jinglan's lips, Cen Jinglan opened his mouth to hold it, wrapped it between his lips and tongue and bit gently, and repeated in a low voice: "wife, wife..."

    "Hmm..." Yun Jing was forced to cry, her body twisted a few times, but Cen Jinglan's strength was so strong that she couldn't break free, she was so anxious that she still shouted, "Husband... you let go. Pass me."

    Unfortunately, this sound completely aroused the fierce side of Cen Jinglan's bones.

    He let go of Yun Jing's ear tip, but he did not let go of this person, turned his head to bite her lips, and began to plunder frantically.

    Yun Jing was shackled even harder, and he couldn't even struggle, and couldn't speak, only his feet in the air fluttered weakly a few times.

   

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