his little warmth

Chapter 100 She is his ancestor
on the way back.

The setting sun stretched the shadows of the two people very long, and the sky was red with colorful rays of light. After the afterglow of the sun dissipated, a half arc of the cold moon hung high in the sky.

The two of them walked hand in hand on the road, and the warmth transmitted from each other's palms seemed to dispel the coldness of the autumn night.

Cheng Muqian followed Jiang Nuanxing's pace and walked slowly beside her.

The street was bustling with colorful lights, and the boy's handsome face looked a little tired under the light. His dark eyes were looking straight ahead casually, as if he was thinking about something.

His thoughts were so empty that Jiang Nuanxing called him twice without hearing him.

"..."

"Cheng Mu?" Jiang Nuanxing patiently called him again, a soft voice of doubt floating in the air.

I heard it this time.

Cheng Mu stopped and turned his head to look at her steadily for a while before coming back to his senses.

"what happened?"

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Nuanxing gently squeezed his hand and asked.

"I called you several times, but you ignored me."

Listening carefully, the little girl's tone still contained a hint of grievance for being left out.

It was rare for Cheng Mu to see her like this, and the corner of his lips quietly raised a smile.

"Oops, I was wrong."

"What I was thinking just now was...how to take the lovely Nuannuan back home."

Cheng Mu drawled his tone, and to be honest, all he was thinking about was the design draft that Jiang's father's company would use at the parent-teacher meeting.

But he was used to being rude, and he was quite teasing when he opened his mouth.

Jiang Nuanxing blinked helplessly, looking a little confused.

"I thought you were thinking about classmate Lin Yu."

Cheng Mu raised his eyebrows, "A man, what do I miss him for?"

"..."

Jiang Nuanxing choked up and added, "It's not about him, it's about his things."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Cheng Mu smiled in vain, looked down at her, and denied.

"What's there to think about all his bad things?"

"I just want something soft and fragrant."

Cheng Mu smiled shamelessly, rubbed her head with his big hands, and continued walking with her in hand.

But Jiang Nuanxing suddenly stood on the spot, lowered his head, and paused.

When he spoke again, his voice was muffled.

"But I miss him."

"..."

Oh, so she is holding his hand now, but she is thinking about other men?
Cheng Mu touched the tip of his tongue lightly to the roof of his mouth, looking arrogant, and was about to lean down and ask her why.

Jiang Nuanxing also happened to raise her eyes, and looked directly at him with her big watery eyes, almost as if she was asking him to get to the bottom of it.

"I just heard Zhuo Fan say that you guys knew each other before."

"Is his family... always like this?"

"..."

So, this posture is to plan to chat with him?

Cheng Mu lazily raised his eyelids and led him to sit on a bench by the sidewalk.

"What's wrong? Are you going to investigate and settle an old score?"

Jiang Nuanxing was silent for a while, then asked in a soft tone, "Can't you?"

Cheng Mu suddenly smiled, "Of course."

"As long as you want to hear it, from the day I was born."

She is his ancestor, and he will listen to her in everything.

"..."

That’s what he said, but can’t this person be more serious?

Jiang Nuanxing felt ashamed, so she simply stretched out her hands, imitating the way he usually pinched her face, and pulled the handsome face in front of her with a meaningful smile.

"Oh, I surrender."

"You can ask anything Nuannuan."

Cheng Mu chuckled, grabbed her hand and held it in his palm.

(End of this chapter)