Turn the cocoon into a butterfly

Chapter 174
Sitting at the table, Jiang Chunhui opened the small locker with the same color as the wall. Sure enough, there was her favorite red wine in it.

He took it down, it was half a bottle, he opened it, picked up the goblet hanging above the locker and said how about a glass?
Sang Xiaoyu saw that he was a little unhappy, so she didn't want to spoil his interest, so she nodded and said yes.

Jiang Chunhui said why not cook here?
Sang Xiaoyu said that her mother said that my family is useless, and it takes a long time to clean up once I cook...

Jiang Chunhui took a sip, feeling bad, and said, "You are too biased. Why is there only your red wine and my Wuliangye? How about going down and getting Wuliangye?"

Sang Xiaoyu said disapprovingly: "Your Wuliangye is downstairs, and my mother treats you like a treasure, saying that all your things are in her place. Anyway, I won't open fire here."

Jiang Chunhui asked her if she really didn't fire?
Sang Xiaoyu said that he could either go to his mother's place to eat ready-made food, or go to his mother's place to cook, at least this house hasn't cooked a serious meal yet.

Jiang Chunhui waved his hand and asked her to get the wine.

Sang Xiaoyu didn't want to drink any more at first, but seeing him happy, she said, "Okay, but there is half a bottle of Wuliangye left. Li Junhao came over during the Chinese New Year and drank half a bottle."

Jiang Chunhui's face changed a little, but he asked calmly, "When did he come? It's also our mother's cooking."

Sang Xiaoyu didn't know if she didn't hear him ask, or if she didn't want to answer, she had already gone to the door.

After a while, Sang Xiaoyu came down and brought a thermos bucket, saying that there were two dishes in it. My mother asked, why didn't I eat just now, okay?

Jiang Chunhui's mood improved, and he returned to his old appearance. He said with a playful smile, "Our mother is old, and she doesn't understand that a man and a woman need a good atmosphere and use wine as a matchmaker."

Sang Xiaoyu ignored him, put away the food and wine, and said, "Why do you want to drink again, I saw you drinking a lot just now."

Jiang Chunhui saw that it was full of unopened wine, so he asked if it was half a bottle?
Sang Xiaoyu said how many bottles did you take? My mother gave it to me and said there were still several bottles in it.

Jiang Chunhui said that he didn't remember it either, and that the wine wasn't what she used to entertain others, it was reserved for herself.

Sang Xiaoyu ignored him, Jiang Chunhui moved away the two vases of flowers beside him and said, "This place is so nice, I don't want to leave when I see it. Drinking between men and women must be in such an environment to be interesting.

Just now in mother's room, I couldn't perform well, but now it's better and I feel very comfortable. "

Sang Xiaoyu remembered that when he was in his bungalow, as long as he was happy, he would tell jokes all over the world. Now, Sang Xiaoyu actually found that he was a little absent-minded.

But I was too busy on the one hand, and on the other hand, I didn't know how he would get back to the past. Anyway, whatever she thinks is fine, it depends on his mood.

"Xiaoyu, sometimes I think you are too realistic, unwilling to make a little compromise for romance, and sometimes I think you are too idealistic, this house asked you to decorate, it seems to be a fairyland that does not understand human fireworks.

I will buy another house, you must give me a good design. "

Sang Xiaoyu was also very happy to hear her praise her unique decoration, and said: "Okay, I will definitely help with this, but don't design it like this, this is a pure boudoir, not a man."

Jiang Chunhui said: "You can do whatever you like, whatever you want."

Sang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "I really never thought about decorating a house suitable for men, which means I'm not a mature designer."

Jiang Chunhui said: "I want a fairyland dedicated to women, and it's most suitable for you."

Jiang Chunhui didn't know if it was because the atmosphere in the room was too suitable for a relationship, or because he drank just right, anyway, he sat next to Sang Xiaoyu with a faceless face, and held her hand.

Sang Xiaoyu refused twice to no avail, so she silently agreed.

Jiang Chunhui suggested that the two of them have a cup, but Sang Xiaoyu disagreed, but Jiang Chunhui insisted on holding the cup, and Sang Xiaoyu found that he was really drunk, so he obeyed again.

Jiang Chunhui drank, hugged her tightly and did not let go, so Sang Xiaoyu had to shrink back and sit on the ground.

Sang Xiaoyu struggled to get up, sat opposite Jiang Chunhui, and said, "Let's have a good chat today, it's been a while since we've spoken seriously.

Jiang Chunhui didn't care, and said, "Tell me, what do you want to talk about, I'll chat with you."

Sang Xiaoyu took another sip and said, "You said how difficult it is to start a business now, and I even miss the hard and tiring but simple life."

Sang Xiaoyu quietly returned to the opposite side of him in a non-harmful manner.

Jiang Chunhui did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the pursuit, but also talked about the hardships of starting a business.

Sang Xiaoyu said: "If we hadn't met, maybe I'm still pushing carts and selling goods on the street, and the urban management is chasing me all over the street, or I might have died in the hospital bed long ago."

When Jiang Chunhui saw her say this, he was also quite touched, and said, "I'm satisfied if you can still think of this from time to time. You are not a quiet person. Even if you don't meet me, you will start your own business."

Sang Xiaoyu said with emotion: "Chunhui, don't think about me like that. No matter how busy I am, I will never forget my gratitude to you."

Sang Xiaoyu suddenly smiled sadly and said: "I never thought that when I was the most miserable and helpless, you would still throw an olive branch like me. Even if I forget my birthday, I dare not forget yours." Charcoal in the snow."

Jiang Chunhui was moved, he knew that he had misunderstood Sang Xiaoyu in the past.

He felt ashamed of his narrowness.

Sang Xiaoyu was not that complicated, and said: "Who knows, sometimes when I think about the past, I feel that no matter how big the problem is, I am better than anything else. My mother and children are so happy." Woolen cloth."

Jiang Chunhui said: "Yes, life is really difficult. Not only do you have to live for yourself, but you also have to live for many people. I am the same. You don't know. When I took over from my father, it was not so easy. There are still twists and turns in the contract that is clearly negotiated. Once, a person who has a particularly good relationship with my dad couldn't help me. He brought a big bowl and signed a deal of [-] yuan if he said that he had a drink, depending on how much you can drink.

I drank so much that day that I was hospitalized and almost died on the wine table. In the end, people told my dad that this was to train me..."

Sang Xiaoyu looked at him earnestly and distressedly and said: "You said that if I didn't know you closely, how would I know that you have so many difficulties.

When our classmates reunite, how many people envy you and say that you are a smooth person, but it is not the same thing at all. "

Sang Xiaoyu's words reached Jiang Chunhui's point, he raised his head, stared at Sang Xiaoyu's beautiful but unpainted face and said: "How many people see that he is just an idle dude, and I am ten years away from that enjoyment." It's thousands of miles away."

Sang Xiaoyu nodded in approval.

(End of this chapter)