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17 Honeymoon 1
Chapter 17 Honeymoon 1
Su Xiaomu was stunned for a moment, and in a blink of an eye, she saw the magazine spread out on the small desk next to the bed, and happened to turn to the page introducing Sun Island, and there were notes she made while watching the travel program last night, and she understood it instantly.

It took her a long time to come back to her senses, her fingers were tightly clutching the quilt, and she was concentrating on the man in front of her. The faint yellow wall lamp illuminated his outline, which was deeper and more three-dimensional, and her hands were clasped naturally on the lapped knees, in a relaxed and relaxed manner. The gesture is damn pleasing to the eye.She suddenly hated him very much. He had seen through all her cards, but she never knew what he was thinking.He hates himself even more, knowing that this man is cold and indifferent, so he has repeatedly cultivated his mind to be calm and calm, but as long as he casually says a word, his heart is easily stirred again.

It was always difficult for her to stand firm in front of him.

The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became, she looked away dejectedly, not wanting to see his insightful expression, to Maldives?Can he understand the meaning of this place in her heart?
There was silence between each other for a while, and she finally said reluctantly, "I won't go."

Jing Yan's eyes froze slightly, his eyebrows frowned as if he didn't expect her to refuse, but when he saw her pale face, his face softened a bit, and he said softly, "Huh? What's the reason?"

"If you don't want to go, don't go. What reason do you need?" Su Xiaomu sat up abruptly. She had just had an illness, and the air in her chest was still very uncomfortable. A little blood on it.It wasn't until she calmed down that she realized her extreme behavior. It had been a long time since she had lost control like this, and the attacks became more and more frequent. Jing Yan's actions with unclear intentions made her feel like she couldn't grasp the future.

She raised her eyes and looked at him, and said very seriously: "I repeat, Jing Yan, you don't owe me anything. I chose to give birth to Xiaoyao back then and marry you now. I can handle it properly." Qing, you don't have to sympathize with me, I... I won't die for a while, everyone should live or live, we don't interfere with each other, this shouldn't be difficult for you, right?" she said at the end of the voice from her throat It was already like a residual sound from a broken erhu, and my breathing became rapid, so I had to let myself take deep and regular breaths, and slowly adjust my breathing.

If you don't love her, don't treat her well, because in that case, she won't even have the strength to leave him.

Jing Yan has been sitting still, quietly listening to her finish, his eyes bright as torches in the dark light, looked at her and said: "I think you misunderstood, I never sympathize with anyone. I have a friend in the Maldives The new cooperation project will fly to Male for negotiation next month, so I can’t go to Hong Kong with Xiaoyao. But I have a few days of rest in the middle, so I can take him to have fun.” He paused, and whispered calmly, “ As for you, it is your freedom to go or not." The implication is that no matter whether she goes or not, Xiao Yao must always be with her.

After waiting for a while without hearing her speak, he gave a meaningful "hmm" again, with a slightly upward hook at the end, which caught Su Xiaomu's heart. Both her son and her nominal husband were going, and she had no reason not to follow. of.

So she was a little angry, and said in a bad tone: "Neither Xiaoyao nor I have passports!"

"Give me the certificate, and I'll handle it." Jing Yan still had a calm expression, as if he had expected such a result, or he was used to taking the initiative and leading things to what he expected direction, but there are exceptions—that is, the appearance of her and their son.

Su Xiaomu didn't say a word, and glanced at him before reaching out to open the drawer of the bedside table, and put the neatly folded documents of her and her son in front of him.

Jing Yan took the things, and looked at her out of the corner of her eye when she left the room. Her face was still dull, but somehow she felt in a good mood, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised. She looked more lifeless than in the morning looks much better.

Later, Su Xiaomu rested at home for a few more days, and Xiao Yao also got his final grades, officially starting the summer vacation.She just started to renovate the cafe and move into a new home. Jing Yan said that the consultation meeting was ahead of schedule. Before she could react, she was already on the plane to the Maldives, and it was his private business jet. .

Fortunately, with the experience of the last golf course, Su Xiaomu can no longer be surprised by the wealth behind the word Jing Yan.

Wood, leather, and metal condense to create a luxurious yet warm heavenly mansion.

She was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine, and sometimes she couldn't help but glance at Jing Yan, who was sitting in front of the president. He was flipping through documents with his head down, and discussing with his subordinates from time to time. His focused and serious expression made her I felt a little ridiculous about myself a few days ago, and thought that he was going to the Maldives because of her.

She was lost in thought as she watched, remembering the first time he officially announced their relationship to outsiders before boarding the plane: "This is my wife and son."

At that time, the supervisors looked surprised, but the people who became supervisors in Jing Yan's company were all elites who were used to big scenes, and they could greet her calmly and flatter her, but obviously no one dared to ask her farewell Don't touch Jing Yan's nilin, unless he doesn't want to mess around anymore.

My wife—that's a wonderful title.

She shook her head and tried to wake herself up, got up and went to the lounge, playing games with her son was better than listening to them talk about business.

Tired of playing, her son nestled in her arms and acted like a baby: "Mom, are you happy?"

She was taken aback, wondering why he suddenly asked, "Happy, what's the matter?"

The son turned over, grabbed her hand and dawdled on his face: "I'm very happy too, just..." Hesitating as if he couldn't figure out how to express it.

She followed her son's words and asked, "What is it?"

"It just doesn't feel real. Dad, mom, and I are together. That's what I dreamed of before. And dad seems to be richer than I imagined."

"Does it hurt?" She pinched her son's chin, and he nodded vigorously. She then said, "If it hurts, it means it's true. Why doubt it? And remember, it doesn't matter whether he has money or not." Your father, this will never change, and you can't be arrogant and extravagant just because you have a rich father, you know?"

"You know, 'It's easy to go from frugal to extravagant, and it's hard to go from extravagant to frugal'. Splurge is not your son, right?"

"It's good to know." Su Xiaomu smiled with satisfaction, and covered his son with a thin blanket, "Okay, close your eyes and squint for a while, it will be a while before you arrive." Then, just like when I was a child, gently Patting him on the back to lull him to sleep, slowly, she also fell asleep.

And Jing Yan stood outside the lounge for a long time before leaving.

(End of this chapter)