wanton in his heart

Chapter 155 Fragrant and Soft
"But aren't all women the same?"

Fang Hui had nothing to say.

Nie Zeyuan got a headache from anger.

Fang Hui said cautiously: "Mr. Nie, tell me earlier, if you want to learn green tea, I can teach you."

Nie Zeyuan frowned in confusion: "Green, tea?"

Fang Hui hummed, "What you said just now, the trick Jin Yi taught you, isn't it the usual trick of green tea?"

"But it may be that you used the wrong timing. At this time, you shouldn't push people away. You think you are rebuffing, but in fact, people may really think you are cold-blooded and ruthless."

Nie Zeyuan frowned even more: "Cold-blooded and ruthless?"

"Well, next time you..."

After talking for a while, Nie Zeyuan gradually loosened his brows. This time he was dubious, and he didn't know if it would be useful.
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school.

Jiang Mengzhu turned off the computer in the teaching and research room and went home, only to find that she had forgotten her mobile phone.

She patted her forehead and sighed, "It's been three years of being pregnant."

When I walked to the teaching and research section, the instructor had already returned home from get off work, and I heard two other students saying: "You are really a winner in life, Senior Sister Jiang doesn't come into the teaching and research section very much, Bo Yi is pregnant and has a baby, and now Bo San has just started, so she leaves work on time Never work overtime, this doctor lives a really comfortable life."

Jiang Mengzhu had a meal.

"Isn't it? The teacher didn't talk about her, but relied on her good grades during graduate school to produce a good paper? Or relying on the support of Mr. Nie behind her? I want to see what she can come out, don't end up with nothing , and delayed graduation, it’s ridiculous.”

Jiang Mengzhu pursed her lips and opened the door. The two eyes looked at her in unison. Jiang Mengzhu lowered her head, walked to her work station, took her mobile phone, and went out.

"Sister."

Jiang Mengzhu paused as he closed the door, "Huh?"

The two master students looked at each other, and seeing that she didn't seem to take it seriously, they were stunned again, "No, it's nothing."

Jiang Mengzhu closed the door.

In fact, since the birth of the child, Jiang Mengzhu seemed to have walked through the gate of the ghost, seeing everything very lightly.

She also knows that she is very nervous now. After three years of PhD, there is no result and no progress, so what they say is not unreasonable.

See what she can come up with-

Don't end up with nothing--

Graduation is still delayed——

That would be funny.

You are quite right, so she is under a lot of pressure.

She walked to the gate of the school and was just about to cross a flyover when she saw Nie Zeyuan holding the baby on the flyover.

He stood there, tall and majestic, with a black high collar, and Jiang Mengzhu raised his eyebrows.

"How did you come?"

Ever since I came out of his house and met him once, I have fixed the school and home at two points and one line, and I have never seen him again.

The man walked over unhurriedly with his son in his arms, "If I don't come, you won't look for it, so I can only come here with my son to find an excuse to see you."

The wind blew the corner of his windbreaker. His tone was actually emotionless, but the more he heard the words, the more... sour.

Jiang Mengzhu frowned: "It's so sour, why? Are you lonely?"

She hugged her son and made a joke by the way.

Jiang Enying looked at her curiously with wide eyes in her arms.

Nie Zeyuan handed over his son to her familiarly. The tacit understanding between the two of them seemed to have done this kind of thing thousands of times.

"How can I be lonely? I'm alone at home with an empty room. I'm so uneasy. I have a cricket toy to accompany me." Nie Zeyuan said emphatically, "I'm not lonely."

At that time, Jiang Mengzhu gave his son Jiang Enying's nickname Cricket.

tease crickets.

How interesting it sounds.

Jiang Mengzhu was completely amused by him, "Didn't you ask me to bring my son here?"

"Humph."

"have you eaten yet?"

Nie Zeyuan stared at her: "No."

"Let's go." She hugged her son and walked past him from the overpass, "Go to my house for dinner."

Nie Zeyuan hooked the corners of his lips.

"it is good."

He chased after her, fearing that she would be working too hard, so he even gave her a hand to support her waist.

"Tired?"

"Get your paws off."

"Is your waist sore?"

"I won't let you touch even if I'm so sour."

Don't think that Jiang Mengzhu doesn't know what Nie Zeyuan is thinking.

"Give that child to me, and I'll hold it."

"No."

……

this woman.

After dinner, Jiang Mengzhu sat on the sofa and watched the tablet, Jiang Enying crawled over to pick her up, Jiang Mengzhu couldn't help smiling.

This is almost a very common phenomenon. When a child clings to others, Jiang Mengzhu hugs him and puts his face against his face to tease him. Little Jiang Enying's chubby face sticks to her mother's face, which is fragrant and soft.

Nie Zeyuan glanced at him, envious of his son.

Jiang Mengzhu remembered that he hadn't finished reading today's paper, so he picked up the tablet and took another look.

Jiang Enying felt that she had been left out, and burst into tears from the sidelines.

Jiang Mengzhu: ...

Nie Zeyuan was making milk, and after soaking, he heard Jiang Enying crying, and without asking what was wrong, he walked over tacitly, and put the pacifier in Jiang Enying's mouth.

Jiang Enying stopped crying for an instant.

Jiang Mengzhu stared blankly.

"I didn't expect you to be quite good at taking care of children."

Nie Zeyuan hummed.

This is not the first time Jiang Enying has made trouble for no reason.

Jiang Mengzhu clasped the tablet in his hand, "He doesn't seem to cry much when he's with you."

When you are with the nanny, there will be times when the nanny can't handle it.

Nie Zeyuan: "What's wrong?"

He saw that Jiang Mengzhu hesitated to speak.

"Can you stay with him for a while, I have a few papers to read today."

Nie Zeyuan raised his eyebrows, "If you stay longer, stay longer, why do you make me look like an outsider?"

"Cricket, cricket, come here." Nie Zeyuan slid off the sofa with the child in his arms and sat on the blanket on the floor, fighting him loudly.

Jiang Mengzhu got into the study at this moment.

Nie Zeyuan raised his eyes to look at her back, and a trace of deep meaning flashed across his eyes.

She clearly needs her personal space.

Private space is required.

That means, the child still needs him.

The corners of Nie Zeyuan's eyes lifted slightly, as if he had caught some weakness, he couldn't help hugging Jiang Enying, and smiled heartily twice.

"I feel hopeful."

Jiang Mengzhu was wearing headphones and didn't hear it.

It wasn't until late at night that Jiang Mengzhu took a breath and realized that it was twelve o'clock.

She kept seeing twelve o'clock.

After opening the door, Jiang Mengzhu tiptoed around. She guessed that her son was already asleep, and the nanny should be watching. Nie Zeyuan left, right?
The light in the living room was not turned on, and her foot hit the corner of the living room table.

The figure on the sofa moved, "Huh?"

"You haven't left yet?"

Jiang Mengzhu took two steps back.

Nie Zeyuan had a light sleep and sat up: "Don't worry, you've finished reading."

"Why don't you turn on the light?" she asked.

Turning on the light, she turned around and touched his chest, Nie Zeyuan said softly, "Shh."

"Keep your voice down, the cricket is asleep."

Jiang Mengzhu suspected that he was making excuses to get so close to her on purpose.

The corner of her mouth twitched: "Even if the cricket falls asleep, you—"

"You smell so sweet." Nie Zeyuan hugged her suddenly, buried his head in her neck, "Mengmeng."

Jiang Mengzhu froze completely, a little afraid to move.

(End of this chapter)