"Young madam, please go inside first. It's cold outside."
Leng Heng asked someone to drive the car into the garage, and then led her into the house with her luggage.
Chang Shang said oh and frowned as she looked at the whole garden.
"You have been away for the past two years, and Mr. Chang has been very busy. The manor lacks owner management, and it seems a bit failed in the winter. Tomorrow I will ask the gardener to mow it, and then put in new lawns and your favorite flowers.
"
Leng Heng stood aside and explained briefly.
Chang Shang's eyes dimmed for a moment, then she nodded, looked at little Che Che at her feet, took a deep breath and said, "Che'er, we're home."
Little Cheche also imitated her and took a deep breath, adopting a more arrogant posture, becoming more and more reluctant to enter.
He obviously wanted to see his father all day long, and every time his mother described his home as beautiful, he wanted to see it right away. But the reality was really far from his imagination. Mommy must have lied to him, right? Hey
…
For example, my mother said that her home was very beautiful, as beautiful as a world in a fairy tale, but he really didn’t see how beautiful it was. There were dead branches and leaves everywhere. How could such a place be called beautiful? Could it be that it was my mother?
Have a problem with your aesthetics?
Then can’t the other words of the mother be trusted? The mother said that the father loved him. Little Cheche held his forehead and shook his head secretly: Just let it be fate. If the father doesn’t love you, you shouldn’t love the father either. Humph, he doesn’t.
The kind of boy who rarely wants his father to love him.
The little boy puffed up his mouth and blew a small bubble. Bang, the bubble burst.
The bubble in his heart also burst, but he still showed an indifferent appearance to cover up the loss in his heart.
…
"Little Cheche, this is your old room. Look, there are photos of you on the wall, as well as photos of your father holding you, and photos of your parents taking photos with you. Tonight, you and Zuo Zuo
Let’s sleep in this room together, okay?”
Little Cheche stared at the little one who was about the same size as Zuo Zuo for a moment, tilted her head and pointed at the photo: "Mom, is this dad?"
"Yes, this is Che'er and Zuo Zuo's father. Does Che'er think his father is handsome?"
Little Cheche pursed her lips. She didn't know what happened tonight. She was unhappy all the time. Her face was tense all the time, as if she was losing her temper. She tried her best to hold it back, gave him a bath, and even coaxed him to sleep.
He acted as if someone owed him millions.
Chang Shang was helpless, this child must have lost his temper because his father came to pick him up before he got home, and he didn't even show up until now.
Hey, I just hope Chang Mian can come back soon.
After a tiring day, she hurriedly took a shower and slept on that familiar but cold bed.
She has always had a cold constitution, and it is impossible to keep the bed warm by herself in winter. Unlike Chang Mian, her body is like a furnace no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter.
…
In the middle of the night, I fell asleep in a daze.
Suddenly she felt like someone was hugging her body from behind in the dark, and his lips were pressed against her back like raindrops. Moreover, it was a crazy rainstorm, which instantly swept away all her sanity.
"Chang...Chang Mian..." The rest of his words were swallowed up directly.
He turned her over, bit her pajamas with his teeth, forced her legs apart, and rushed into her dry body without any prelude.
Tears burst out of Chang Chang's eyes instantly, not because of his unforeseen invasion, but because of her deep love for this man that was too strong to be expressed in words.
Her tears burned his heart. Chang Mian pinched her waist with both hands and wrapped her legs around his lean waist. Then, his movements were extremely cruel. Every time he stepped forward and sprinted, it seemed that he was going to knock her directly.
tear.
And his lips were trembling, and his voice was hoarse and low, more like crying than hers: "Shang Shang, why are you crying?"