The old love president begs for a position

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The Su family is a Chinese-style villa, which has been around for some years. The ivy branches and vines cover the wall. From a distance, the house is lush and lush, revealing an ancient charm.

Su Yin carried the large and small bags purchased from the fresh market, bypassed the garden path in front of the courtyard, and entered the kitchen directly through the side door.

The scent was tangy, Zhang Ma and Liu Yun were busy in the steaming heat, smiling, talking about something.

"Mom, I don't know what's missing at home, so I just bought some."

"Mother Zhang has bought all the ingredients, and you bought a bunch more. The refrigerator at home can't fit it. It's hot, and it will be broken in two days." Liu Yun does not have the style of Mrs. Kuo. She has always been diligent and thrifty in managing the house.

Zhang Ma smiled and took the things in Su Yin's hand, "Second Miss is a good girl who never forgets her roots. Even if she is married, she always comes back with big bags and small bags. She cares about her mother's family. Ma'am, you should be happy!"

Liu Yun laughed.

Su Yin poked his head out from the door, and glanced around the living room, only to see his father sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, "Mom, where is my sister?"

"I'm living a two-person world with Xiaohan!" Liu Yun was happy, "Among the three of you, I am most worried about your sister. I have been worried that she will not find a good family because of her body. Now fate is here, and I can't stop it Can't stop!"

Su Yin smiled and didn't speak, he didn't know where to go for a moment, afraid that his sister was leading that person around upstairs, wouldn't she be a light bulb if she went now?

She had no choice but to sit in the living room and watch TV. There were no good programs at this time, and she was really bored. She got up and walked to the backyard, wanting to sit in the conservatory. It was clean, and she often read books or dazed there.

The glass door was open, and potted plants blocked the view. Su Yin looked at the empty white bench, thinking that there was no one there, and was about to walk in.

At this time, his voice came from inside.

"Slow down, don't worry, listen to my voice, tell which direction it is, and walk slowly in that direction."

It was no longer the cello sinking into the bottom of the lake with cold light, but the tenderness that still made her heart tremble inexplicably after four years of absence.Wrapped in such a magical voice, you can't help but have the illusion that you are lying in his palm and being cared for.

Wasn't that how she got into it at the beginning?

Suddenly feeling a little stuffy, Su Yin withdrew his feet and was about to leave when he saw him emerge from the roses. His slender silhouette was surrounded by fiery red petals. His lines were exquisite, his outline was deep, and his pupils were surrounded by eyelashes. , generally a little bit of a smile, it looks cloudy and misty, seeming to be real.

He backed away slowly, "Come towards me, don't be afraid, Chanchan."

Su Tingchan's cheeks were hot, and she stood there, wringing her hands, "What did you call me?"

"Chanchan, I heard your mother call you that, it's very nice."

Su Tingchan blushed, bit her lower lip with her white teeth, and expressed the fear in her heart, "ezio, I dare not go, I am afraid of falling, I am afraid of pain."

The man's figure paused, his eyes flashed complicatedly, he strode over, and hugged the woman in the sea of ​​flowers, "Since you are afraid of pain, why give me the light? It is not happiness or happiness, It can’t become double, if you give it to me, you will be gone, do you understand?”

Su Tingchan grabbed the front of his shirt tightly, "Because I...I..."

In the past 26 years, she has never said love to a man, not even liking him.

"Because you love me, right?" He was straightforward and cruel, pinching her pale chin, one side of his mouth slanted, and he smiled speciously, "There are many women who are stupid for me, but they usually have a purpose. Bottom line, only you are so purely stupid."

"Then...then do you like my stupidity?"