Then he went downstairs and walked out of the room, finished washing and waited for breakfast.
The floor-to-ceiling glass walls make the entire restaurant look clean and bright. Three glasses of milk, sandwiches and bread are placed on the long white dining table.
The virtuous woman brought out three more plates from the kitchen, each with a browned poached egg on it.
Cheng Ning asked worriedly about the scent, walked into the restaurant with a smile, looked at the busy woman, walked up to her and hugged her waist enthusiastically, "Lin Wei!"
A tall voice suddenly appeared behind her, and a familiar voice shouted in a warning tone, "Youyou..."
Lin Wei smiled and rolled her eyes at Cheng Shengke who was behind Cheng Ningyou, "You're only nine years old, and you force people to call you uncle all day long. Are you embarrassed? I'm not happy for Youyou to call me aunt. I'd rather call you uncle.
old."
Cheng Ning smiled sadly and made a face at Cheng Shenke, and cooperated with Lin Wei and said, "That's right, you are selling your old age."
There is no trace of impurity on Cheng Shenke's handsome face, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses is added to the bridge of his nose, which adds a bit of elegance to him.
Against the background of his white shirt, he is not only handsome but also has the charm of a mature man.
He looked at the naughty expression on Cheng Ningyou's face and without saying anything else, he bent down and sat down opposite her. After sitting down, he glanced at the breakfast on the table.
Frowning displeased, he cast reproachful eyes at Lin Wei, who was sitting opposite, "You did all of this?"
"Yes..." Lin Wei heard the displeasure in Cheng Shenke's words, and fearfully extended his voice, and then explained, "I got up early in the morning, so it's okay to be idle."
Cheng Shenke said with a stern face, "Oil fumes are bad for your health. Don't do it next time. Don't compete with your aunts at home for jobs."
"Oh." Lin Wei lowered his head and put the sandwich into his mouth.
Cheng Ningyou, who was sitting next to him, also lowered his head and bit into his sandwich, and the two secretly looked at each other and smiled.
After breakfast, Cheng Ningyou sat in the garden and looked at the flowers and dancing butterflies in the yard, with a blank drawing board in front of him.
Colorful paints were neatly placed next to her, and her mind went blank. All the memories were from the time she woke up.
Speaking of memories, it was the little boy and girl she drew repeatedly. She suddenly thought of an idiom "childhood sweetheart" that Cheng Shenke taught her a few days ago.
"Worry."
Just as she was lost in thought, Lin Wei suddenly appeared, interrupting her thoughts.
She turned her head and looked at Lin Wei walking towards her.
A smile as clean and sweet as a baby's appeared on his face, and there was no trace of impurities in his eyes.
"What are you thinking about? You look at the drawing board and don't put pen to paper." Lin Wei walked to Cheng Ningyou and sat down on the chair next to her.
Cheng Ningyou said with a melancholy look, "I really like stories about childhood sweethearts."
After saying that, she reached out and took Lin Wei's hand, pursed her lips and smiled, "Sang Ke will take me back to China to find my relatives in a few days."
Lin Wei nodded and said nothing. What should she say? Life is pretty good now. With Cheng Ningyou, the smile on Cheng Shenke's face becomes more and more ordinary every day.
But he was too busy working every day to take care of the two of them. For her, who was a loser, he could only help Cheng Ningyou find her family.
She knew that most of the reason Cheng Shenke wanted to return to China to help Cheng Ningyou find his family was because of her.
Because he was afraid that while taking care of Cheng Ningyou, he would neglect her. Thinking about it, she sighed deeply in her heart.
(Dear friends, this article is different from the previously published version. Both the character of the heroine and the development of the subsequent story have been greatly changed.)
