obsessed with love

Chapter 150
The strength of this embrace was too strong, Du Ruo's forehead hit Qiao Anming's chest heavily, and the place where his head was resting was just his heart, and the second half of the sentence that was rolled by the tip of his tongue was nestled in his heart and spit out like this: "...This is me, a tried and tested martial arts cheat..."

Qiao Anming couldn't laugh or cry, remembering that time when she helped her clean up the litter all over the floor, she picked up a book of cold jokes, which she held in her arms like a baby, saying that she couldn't throw it away, her martial arts cheats.

Sure enough, it was a secret book of martial arts, and they all captured him.

It's just that he felt desolate in his heart, and he tightened his arms, letting her head rest safely on his chest: "Don't move, don't talk, that's it, I only need 1 minute..."

Wherever she dared to move, she didn't even dare to breathe. She knelt down on her knees, and her entire upper body obediently lay on his chest.The soft towel texture of the nightgown was close to the skin, and his powerful and rapid heartbeat was next to his ears, his breath was lingering, and his thoughts were disconnected.

With just a gentle hug like this, she surrendered willingly!

Years of panic, in the end it was he who started first!

Qiao Anming's palm was covering the back of her head, her hair was soft and soft, all of it was held in the palm, the hot cheek temperature penetrated into his blood through the thin nightgown.He still didn't hold back, and finally came to this step, he felt guilty, but more moved.

If a person stays for too long, even if he is tired and numb, he still has the right to shout tired. He only wants 1 minute, 1 minute. It is not too much to relieve his pain for 20 years!

But how long is 1 minute? In 60 seconds, Du Ruo feels like a long time, like a century.

The person on her body finally moved, but she didn't let go. She just pressed her chin against her head and asked, "Did you hear the call just now?"

Du Ruo was entangled with his sore hands, and didn't know how to continue.

Of course she heard it, not only heard it, but also heard it very clearly, but this is his private matter, and she definitely wouldn't want to be heard by herself, so Du Ruo just nodded, and then found herself being hugged by him like this, Nodding, he might not know, so he mumbled an "um" in his throat.

After that there was no sound, a long silence, she thought he was angry, she quickly struggled to get up from his chest, raised one hand, put the middle three fingers together, raised it to her ear, and said firmly: "I swear, I will not reveal a single word of what I heard just now!"

That expression was as decisive as a soldier who was about to die.

Qiao Anming was finally amused by Du Ruo's expression, raised his arm and pressed down her raised hand, and replied, "You don't need to swear, and it's not a big secret, just hear it when you hear it." After speaking, he lowered his head , leaving her with a lonely forehead.

Du Ruo was distracted by his inexplicable hug, and simply sat down on the ground, still holding his shirt in his hand.

Afterwards, there was a long period of silence, not speaking, and sitting quietly. This seemed to be the one thing she had done the most since she knew him and sat with him.

Qiao Anming didn't leave until early in the morning that day. He lied to her that he hadn't eaten dinner, so Du Ruo rushed down to buy food for him. When he came up with a big bag of food, the room was empty and quiet.

He changed back to his shirt, the nightgown was thrown on the sofa, and the coat on the hanger disappeared, leaving only a suit with red wine splashed on its chest.

Du Ruo walked around the room, gradually feeling empty in his heart, and walked back to the living room. There was a piece of paper under the empty wine glass on the table: "Thank you for accompanying me today, and for that hug, I crossed the distance, don't let it go." Take it to your heart."

Below is his signature, "Qiao Anming", vigorous and powerful!
Du Ruo shredded the paper.

Fortunately, he is a veteran in the mall, and he even handles this kind of thing as if he is dealing with official business, with his signature and such an orderly tone.

But he used the word "accompany" to describe their relationship, which is really flattering, how could she have such a qualification, such a blessing!

Du Ruo took his suit into the bathroom, and slowly scrubbed it with a little soap. Halfway through the wash, he felt unwilling, so he ran into the bedroom barefoot again, took out his phone and sent a text message: "Mr. Qiao, Don't use the word accompany, it's just a little effort, don't be so polite!"

After posting, I didn’t forget to add two heavy exclamation marks at the end!

She is not Qiao Anming, so she can't be as calm as water. Even if he knows the distance between the two, it is reasonable for him to say such words, but she is still uneasy. This feeling is like asking for water in a cold day. It's so cold in my heart, but she still has to keep it in her mouth and say it's okay

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After the text message was sent, nothing came to light. Du Ruo dryly raised his hands full of soap bubbles, looked at himself in the mirror, finally smiled, cleaned his clothes, and started to blow them with the hair dryer. After more than half an hour, it finally leveled off, but the mobile phone at hand has not turned on.

Maybe because of the material of the suit, there was still a little scarlet mark on the chest, but it didn't matter, she just kept what he threw away as a souvenir.

The driver, Xiao Zhang, was waiting at the entrance of the hotel. When he saw Qiao Anming coming out of the lobby, he got out of the car and opened the door for him.

He followed Qiao Anming in his early twenties. For more than ten years, the boss has always looked radiant in his eyes, but it seems different today. From the time he got in the car to now, he has been leaning against the back seat with his eyes closed, looking weak.

The wind at night was very cool, but he was only wearing a thin shirt. Xiao Zhang thoughtfully wanted to close the car window, but was stopped by the person in the back seat: "Open it, wake up!"

He really needs to wake up. What happened tonight, from being drugged to that hug, is beyond his control.He could still barely understand the medicine. After all, the old lady was eager to beg for a son, and although the methods were clumsy, as a son, although he had the right to be angry, he had to accept it after the anger subsided.

But that hug, the way he raised his head and stretched out his hand, although it was only for a minute, was scorching hot, almost burning all his sanity.

Her moving smile bloomed in his eyes, and his heart trembled slightly, and he couldn't bear to look directly at her.

But what is emotion? For others, it is just a love affair, but for him it is different. For him, it is a disaster, it is a prehistoric place, it is bottomless, and there is no way out!

So this thing that just started has to be pressed down hard.

Gu Lan's sleep has always been light, and she felt that the mattress beside her was deep. In her sleep, she gathered the quilt and pressed her body against it. She muttered vaguely and asked, "Why did you come back? What time is it?"

Qiao Anming replied: "It's past 12 o'clock, and the subordinates are too noisy, so they have been dragged until now."

She seemed to be convinced, she didn't ask any more questions, she just raised her head, pulled his arms away domineeringly, put him on the pillow, changed to a more comfortable position, and soon fell asleep.

Qiao Anming yelled, but she didn't answer, so he didn't ask any more questions, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief. According to her reaction, Ren Peiyin should not have mentioned to her what happened at night.

Ren Peiyin woke up very early the next day. Before dawn, she tossed and turned on the bed with her eyes open, and finally got up, put on a coat and went to the attic on the top of the building.

Because Chen Ma had to get up to prepare the old lady's breakfast, she usually got up very early. When she walked to the kitchen, she heard a strange noise on the top floor, and she climbed up to have a look out of curiosity.

The attic was added when the small building was rebuilt. It is small in size and has a wooden structure. The old lady is too old to climb up, so it gradually becomes a utility room, full of odds and ends.

When Chen's mother walked up, she saw Ren Peiyin sitting on the old rocking chair by the window, holding an old photo album in her hand, with a dispirited expression, not at all like the stubborn old lady Qiao in the daytime.

In the eyes of others, Ren Peiyin is stubborn and strong, never showing mercy in words or actions, but Chen Ma has been with her for nearly ten years, staying with her day and night, and really understands her temperament. In fact, she is a very lonely old lady. Widowed when young, pulling his son to adulthood, how can he survive until now if he is not strong?Old age does not weaken the mind, coupled with the son not being around for a long time, adding a sense of aloofness, gradually became what he is now.

Chen Ma sighed, walked over, gathered the coat that Ren Peiyin was wearing, and asked, "Why did Madam wake up so early?"

"I couldn't sleep, I was stuck in my heart, so I wanted to come up and take a look. I flipped through the photo album. This is An Ming's previous photos." She laughed by herself as she spoke, and held the old photo album on her lap to Chen Ma. Zhang explained: "This is his full moon photo. He is very fat. At that time, his father was still alive, but it is a pity that he didn't leave a family photo... This one seems to be taken by him in a photo studio after he won an award. What is the specific award? I don’t remember, he got good grades back then and won a big car...and this one..."

Ren Peiyin seemed to be very involved in speaking, unable to hold the heavy photo album, she simply put it back on her knees and continued to talk: "This is the first photo he took after he went to junior high school, and his personality came out a little at that time. , Be strong, don’t admit defeat, I gradually began to lose control, I was still living in the compound at that time, there were many children around his age, rolling around and fooling around all day long, only he was at home with books all day, in the same courtyard A neighbor asked him, An Ming, why don’t you go out and play with other children? Do you know how he answered? He said that those games are too childish, and he might as well study more at home when he has time. He was only 15 at that time. He can say such things when he is less than his age, so I knew that he would be promising in the future..."

When Ren Peiyin said this, there was a flash of pride in her eyes, but she soon turned sullen, looked up at the gloomy sky outside the window, and said leisurely: "It's promising, but I can't control him more and more, so little I knew I was making up my own mind when I was young, but now, why would he listen to me? But Mama Chen, I have lived most of my life and don’t think about anything else. I just want to have a grandson before I close my eyes. Is this too much to ask? "

Chen Ma sighed again, dragged the chair next to her and sat down in front of her, patted her old hand lightly and said, "Ma'am, you have to think about everything, don't talk about a person like Mr. Qiao, just talk about me That incompetent son, who has nothing to do all day long, doesn’t he still refuse to listen to me?”

Ren Peiyin smiled wryly: "Although your son doesn't have much ability, he at least gave you a grandson. How old is your grandson? He's about to go to elementary school. If Gu Lan could give birth to a child for my Qiao family a few years earlier, it would probably be better than your grandson Big." As she spoke, she felt sad again, took her hand out of Chen Ma's palm, and muttered to herself: "I also understand the truth that children and grandchildren have their own blessings, but I am not reconciled. I will be strong for the rest of my life. You can't even leave the seed to the Qiao family, how can you have the face to see his father in the future. What's more, I love my son, I can see his suffering, you are also a mother, you should understand me thought."

"Yes, ma'am, I understand, I understand..." Seeing that Ren Peiyin's eyes were moist, Chen Ma quickly stood up and patted her on the shoulder to persuade her: "It's cold in the attic, you should go downstairs first and sleep for a while."

"No, I can't sleep anyway, you tell the driver to get the car ready, I'll go to Gu Lan's place after breakfast..."

Qiao Anming always gets up early, a copy of the Chongzhou Daily and a copy of the Financial Times are placed on the right hand side of the dining table where he often sits.Because he has a regular schedule every day, he wakes up early, so the kitchen also starts preparing his breakfast. After he hastily browsed through the newspapers of the day, breakfast is also served on the table.

The food is also very simple, [-] Chinese style, porridge with pastries and soy milk, [-] Western style, toast, omelette and milk. On Sundays, he will accompany Du Ruo to bed later, so the kitchen does not have to prepare breakfast for him, he will Arrange according to mood or work schedule.

In addition, one American ginseng capsule is developed by Shengan every morning, and the product is taken by oneself.At this age, even if he usually pays attention to maintenance, he is more and more aware of the truth that "the body is the capital of the revolution".

With the livelihoods of thousands of employees, a huge Shengan Group, and thousands of troops in front of him, he has only one shoulder!

Although he has to take care of everything in his day, he must also obey the rules of age. A small capsule can give him energy for the day. Take it before meals and drink it with water. This is the beginning of his day.

The old servants who have worked in Qiao's house for many years are already familiar with Qiao Anming's temperament. They sit in the same position in the restaurant every day, and eat the same breakfast with the same movements and frequency. The person in the seat looked a little sick, his complexion was not good, and his energy seemed to be weak. After drinking a bowl of porridge for a long time, he still couldn't see the bottom.

According to common sense, if you are not on a business trip, Mr. Qiao will get up at 6:6, go downstairs at 50:10, read the newspaper for 7 minutes, have a formal breakfast at 10:10, finish it within 7 minutes, and get on the bus at [-]:[-].

But today is a bit different. Xiao Zhang’s car has been parked at the door for more than 10 minutes. With the experience of the old servant, Qiao Anming’s itinerary is accurate to the minute, so he will never drink a bowl of porridge until now. It’s because he didn’t do well. eat?
The servant walked over and asked timidly, "Mr. Qiao? Is there a problem with today's breakfast?"

His thoughts were disrupted for no reason, he frowned, glanced at the porridge in the bowl, put down the spoon, and replied: "No, it's not about the porridge, take it away, don't eat it."

Then he took his coat and went out, leaving the dull old servant in the same place...

There was a wind that day, and it blew in from the window of the restaurant, blowing the newspaper on the table to the ground for no reason. The old servant picked it up and was dazed, what happened today, sir?Didn't even turn over the newspaper!
(End of this chapter)