"Do you still remember the old house, do you still remember those things?" Jiang Yuezhou's brows instantly furrowed into a "Sichuan" character, and he looked at Ye Beibei with a thoughtful expression.
Ye Beibei paused while undressing the child: "Oh." She didn't dare to follow Jiang Yuezhou's words.
Jiang Yuezhou also realized that this topic was too heavy. He knew that the current situation between him and Ye Beibei was not suitable for mentioning the past disputes, so he smiled nonchalantly: "You prepare and feed Mo Yan first, and then I will take care of him."
Keep them while you cook."
"Okay." Ye Beibei couldn't resist the strong Jiang Yuezhou, so she went into the house and put on jeans and a T-shirt, and tied her hair into a ponytail.
Before they could separate, Ye Beibei's cell phone and doorbell rang at the same time. It turned out to be the things she bought online yesterday. Today, people came to confirm the delivery. Several couriers kept complaining, why was there no one at home yesterday? What happened to the cell phone?
Not open? Ye Beibei's face turned red and she apologized repeatedly. She left in a hurry yesterday and left her cell phone in the bedroom. When Jiang Yuezhou came back to pick up her things, she didn't dare to instruct him to go into the bedroom to help her find it.
After two hours of chaos, the army of delivering things came to an end, and little Mo Yan also went to bed. Ye Beibei tidied up his things, went to the kitchen to cook, washed vegetables, cut meat, and boiled water for rice. Jiang Yuezhou led Xiao Moting to post couplets.
, hang lanterns.
Ye Beibei was afraid that Xiao Moting and Jiang Yuezhou were not used to getting along with each other. She was always worried about the two men, one big and one small, in the living room. It was not until she heard the occasional laughter of Jiang Yuezhou and Xiao Moting that she felt relieved and looked at Jiang Yue
Zhou Lue raised his head and held the Xiao Mo Pavilion to hang a lantern. His deeply contoured facial features looked handsome in the sunlight, and his smile was bright and cheerful, extremely charming.
Jiang Yuezhou was afraid that Xiao Moting would be tired, so he led him to play and was busy for a while, then asked him to go into the bedroom and lie down on the bed, while he sorted out the remaining things. At this time, the aroma of food was already floating in the room, and Jiang Yuezhou turned around.
Looking at Ye Beibei who was busy in the kitchen, his heart felt warm, as if he saw a warm lamp at home in the cold winter. He slowly walked to the door of the kitchen and looked at Ye Beibei who was busy with his head down.
The elegant figure now looks increasingly thin in the hazy fireworks of the world.
Ye Beibei's cooking posture is very beautiful, busy and not messy. She is carefully serving soup into a big glass bowl, with lotus leaf lace, ham, mushrooms, crucian carp and tofu soup with chives, red, white, green and red.
, full of color, fragrance, and a faint fragrance rising up.
With the aroma of stir-frying and the rising smoke, Jiang Yuezhou leaned against the door and felt an indescribable sense of happiness and satisfaction. His heart felt like the sea had experienced a tsunami and finally gained peace.
Ye Beibei turned around unintentionally and suddenly saw Jiang Yuezhou standing not far away. She subconsciously showed her face to him, with a shallow smile on her lips and a little awkwardness. Jiang Yuezhou's eyes always made her
Her heartbeat was racing and she was no longer as calm as when she was cooking.
Jiang Yuezhou looked at the tenderness of Ye Beibei's lowered head and blushed implicitly. Because of the steam in the kitchen, her eyes were shining as if there was light flowing under them. They were full of moisture, and there was a kind of long-lasting touch, and even more
There was a kind of trance, and now he just wanted to open his arms and hug her tightly without paying attention to anything. He was really tired and just wanted to hold Ye Beibei in his arms. This was better than anything else.
He walked towards Ye Beibei with a smile, a cluster of fire dancing in his deep eyes. Ye Beibei looked at Jiang Yuezhou walking towards her, and felt her face getting even hotter. She heard the sound of her own heartbeat, and a wave of heat rushed to her forehead.
, Jiang Yuezhou shouted softly in her ear: "Beibei!"
Ye Beibei became more and more panicked. She felt that the air could heat her face. She didn't know why she was flustered. When she was at a loss, she heard the doorbell ringing. Ye Beibei said hurriedly: "I'll open the door.
Maybe it’s a gift again.”
Jiang Yuezhou stared at the door in annoyance, hating the person who knocked on the door. Ye Beibei was stunned when he opened the door. No one came to deliver anything. Li Minglang stood at the door with his handsome eyebrows knitted, holding a bag in his hand.
Piling up food, "What's the matter with you? Are you sick or deaf? Why don't you answer the phone..."
Liming Lang muttered, and looked suspicious at Ye Beibei's blushing face. He pushed her away and walked into the house. He saw Jiang Yuezhou standing at the door of the kitchen and several dishes on the dining table.
He frowned slightly, then a bright smile appeared on his face: "Beibei, look at you, why didn't you tell me when guests came to your house? I brought a lot of food back!"
He spoke as if he was the master of the house, then took off his coat and changed his shoes as if he was setting up camp, and asked Gu Xiaobei casually: "Where is my son?"
Ye Beibei didn't want to lose his temper in front of Jiang Yuezhou, so she warned him with her eyes: "It's too much!"
Liming Lang walked to the sofa as if he hadn't seen it, turned on the TV with the remote control, then sat on the sofa, stretched his legs, and greeted Jiang Yuezhou warmly, "Mr. Jiang, sit here! Beibei
, What are you standing around for? Put the dishes I brought on the plate, Mr. Jiang, stay at home for dinner later, I brought back two bottles of 1983 dry red, let's drink some!"
Jiang Yuezhou could feel the hostility coming from Liming Lang. He was very angry when he saw such arrogant Liming Lang. He hated dealing with such embarrassing and chaotic situations in life. He never took the initiative to look for trouble, but when trouble came
When someone came to the door, he was not afraid to respond. He smiled faintly, walked to the sofa calmly, sat down, and watched TV comfortably. Ye Beibei had never seen him like this before. When he was facing the media
Sometimes, when he is determined in his heart, he is so carefree and comfortable.
These two masters were naturally very skilled in their methods. They spoke polite words to each other, and their social etiquette was perfect. But Ye Beibei, who was suffering, looked at this and that, and had nothing to say, so she had to hide in
In the kitchen, she turned off the range hood so that she could hear the people talking in the room. She nervously put the dishes brought by Liming Lang on the plate.
"Dad!" Xiao Moting, who was resting in the bedroom, heard Li Minglang's voice outside and ran out excitedly, jumping into his arms with cheers.
Liming Lang laughed proudly and picked up Xiao Moyan. Jiang Yuezhou looked at him with a calm expression. There was a 'pop' in the kitchen, and a plate fell to the ground.
"What's wrong?"
"Beibei?"
Jiang Yuezhou and Liming Lang exclaimed and stood up at the same time, walking quickly to the door of the kitchen, "It's okay, it's okay!" Ye Beibei was very confused, with his head lowered, feeling as if he had done something wrong.