Chapter 453

Cheng Jingtai occasionally raised his eyes to meet hers, and Zhang Xinrui's hand holding the knife and fork tightened unconsciously.

The luxurious and gorgeous chandelier in the dining room cast bright and dazzling light on Cheng Jingtai's body. He had a slight smile on his face, and his face was still a little pale because of illness, but every movement and expression of him, And incomparably elegant and charming.

Tightly tugging at Zhang Xinrui's heart.

Especially his eyes are as deep as the stars in the deep sea. When he smiles, you will think that all the light in the world is rubbed into his eyes, making you dizzy with happiness; It will make you feel that you are in a millennium icehouse, and every look he makes is a lingering towards yourself.

It was such a complex of contradictions that made Zhang Xinrui so infatuated with love that he couldn't extricate himself.

"Mom...why do you keep looking at Uncle Cheng?" Cheng Jiwen's clear and childish voice rang in Zhang Xinrui's ears.

She regained her senses, looked away, and smiled: "Mom didn't look at him...just lost her mind for a while..."

"Oh!" Cheng Jiwen pouted, with three words written on his face: I don't believe it.

Cheng Jingtai also turned to look at her when he heard the words. At that time, Zhang Xinrui had already lowered his head, holding the knife and fork with his slender white fingers, elegantly cutting the medium-rare steak on the white porcelain plate.

There was not much expression on her beautiful face, a strand of hair hung down, outlining her beautiful face even more movingly, Cheng Jingtai suddenly had the urge to go over and help her tuck her hair behind her ears.

In the end, he did nothing.

Cheng Jiwen looked at his father and looked at his mother obsessively, with a full smile on his immature face, and then buried himself in eating.

After the meal, the three of them went out from the restaurant.

Uncle Liu has already bought the items Cheng Jingtai explained.

Cheng Jingtai took it indifferently, handed one of the bags to Zhang Xinrui, and held one in his hand.

Go upstairs.

Zhang Xinrui carried the bag into the guest room, and Cheng Jingtai carried Cheng Jiwen back to their bedroom.

Zhang Xinrui closed the door, and she threw herself onto the big soft bed.

The palms slid across the soft quilt on the bed one by one, and the tip of the nose was filled with the faint fragrance of luxury goods. Obviously, the bedding was brand new.

Zhang Xinrui turned over, kicked off the cotton slippers on her feet, buried her face in the big bed, her mind was a little messed up.

"Boom boom boom!"

The door was knocked lightly.

Then came a crisp and immature child's voice: "Mom...Mom...I'm jo."

Zhang Xinrui got up weakly, she opened the door, and saw Cheng Jiwen standing at the door in a white nightgown.

Zhang Xinrui leaned down and hugged him. She smelled Cheng Jiwen's body, Cheng Jingtai's usual body wash, and smiled: "Have you taken a bath?"

"Hmm." Cheng Jiwen put his tender hands around her neck and nodded.

His hair was still a little wet, and it was sticking to his scalp at the moment, and his eyes were clever, like a doll, extremely cute.

Zhang Xinrui hugged him and sat on the dressing table, let him sit on her lap, took out the hair dryer, and dried his wet hair first.

Accompanied by the wind of "huhu", Zhang Xinrui's thoughts also drifted away. During the two years she and Cheng Jingtai were together, Cheng Jingtai liked to help her hair-drying. At that time, her hair was very long and it took It takes a little time to blow to seventy percent dry.

"Mom..." Cheng Jiwen's immature voice pulled her back from her thoughts.

(End of this chapter)

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