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Chapter 22 Escape
Chapter 21 Escape
Jing Yan's company had a lot of things to do, and Su Xiaomu was in a hurry to deliver the manuscript to the publishing house, so they only stayed on the island for three days before returning home.

And since that night, Su Xiaomu has consciously avoided Jing Yan. She pinpointed the time for him to appear, either playing with her son or staying in her room alone to draw pictures, or going to C University to supervise the decoration of the coffee shop. She seldom met him alone, and they lived together under the same roof, but they were worse than strangers.

Unexpectedly, even Xiaoyao could see that something was wrong between them. Children don't understand the twists and turns between adults, so they asked directly: "Mom, don't you like living with daddy?" Right?" After speaking, his head quickly lowered, and then he muttered softly, "If you are reluctantly together because of me, then forget it...Mom, I hope you are happy."

This made Su Xiaomu really startled, why is this child so sensitive and so painful?
She sighed, held his little face and said, "Silly boy, didn't you know Xiaoyu so well and talked with him when you first met him? Shouldn't you? Think about it, your father You and I haven't seen each other for ten years, and it's a little strange to be together again, do you understand? Every time we get used to something, there must be a process."

Xiao Yao was skeptical, raised his face slightly and looked at her and asked: "Is this really the case? Are you not forced?"

"Of course." Su Xiaomu nodded vigorously, reached out to rub his hair and said, "Kid Jingyao, when did you become a detective? Well, don't be sentimental like an adult, go to sleep, you have an appointment tomorrow Xiaoyu going to the Children's Palace? It's okay to be late." Not long ago, they also changed Xiaoyao's household registration to Jingyan's surname.

"En!" The child was easy to coax, and instantly smiled sweetly as if eating honey.

It's just that after Xiaoyao returned to the room, Su Xiaomu secretly thought whether he had done it too obviously, so it backfired?Xiao Yao could sense that it was impossible for Jing Yan not to know that he was avoiding him, but... when they met him, they had nothing else to talk about except talking about Xiao Yao. She felt that the current situation was quite good, and seeing each other was better than not seeing each other.

The next day, after Su Xiaomu sent his son to the Children's Palace, he returned home to draw a manuscript. At noon, Jing Yan suddenly called home and asked her, "Are you home?"

She wanted to answer that she was not there, but she was holding a landline, so where is she not at home?She was suddenly annoyed, and replied helplessly: "Well, I'm rushing to finish the draft, and I have to go to the Children's Palace to pick up Xiaoyao later, what can you do?"

Jing Yan could hear her coldness, frowned, and said casually: "Just stay at home, don't go out later, I'll just pick up Xiaoyao, let's do it first."

Before Su Xiaomu could react, she could only stare dumbfounded at the beeping microphone. Why didn't this man give her the slightest chance to refuse? !
For a while, she couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Jing Yan's gourd, and was thinking about whether to go out quickly, when the visitor video device installed by the door rang, it was three women, and the visitors reported their homes as the capital city. Manager Ma and her two assistants from the famous haute couture wedding dress salon here, and issued a work certificate.

The security work here is still trustworthy, and if the security allows them to come in, it means that there is nothing wrong with it. With this in mind, she opened the door with confidence.

Manager Ma said respectfully: "Hello, Mrs. Jing, the designer Mr. Gareth has designed the first draft of your wedding dress according to Mr. Jing's intention, and I can fax it to you and Mr. Jing to have a look at it soon. Please let me know." Let's take your measurements."

"Wait a minute, wedding dress? What wedding dress?" Su Xiaomu was a little confused by her words, and frowned slightly, intuitively thinking that they got the wrong partner, but Manager Ma said one by one to Mr. Jing, and it was very similar. A kind of panic came out from the bottom of her heart, and she stabilized her emotions before she said, "Please wait a moment, I have to make a phone call first."

She grabbed her mobile phone and ran to the terrace. While keeping an eye on the people in the living room through the glass window, she dialed Jing Yan's phone number: "Mr. Jing, which play are you singing?"

Because I live in a high-rise building, the mobile phone is accompanied by a little rustling noise and wind.

On the other side of the office building, Jing Yan seemed to have expected her to call and knew what she was doing, so his expression was normal, and he even matched her address with a rare tone of ease: "Mrs. Jing, didn't you say you wanted to take wedding photos? How can I shoot without a wedding dress?"

He softly called "Mrs. Jing" so that Su Xiaomu's hands trembled, and she could hardly hold the phone steadily, and her mind was a little confused, so she said whatever came to her mind: "But Mr. Gareth has announced his retirement!" That's what she likes very much A master of wedding dress design, he announced his retirement at the new product launch conference in Milan in June this year.

"Well, so what?" Jing Yan asked lightly.

Listen to the tone!It's obviously very sleepy and plain, but why does it make people feel aloof and invincible?

And that's not what she wanted to ask, in fact, she wanted to ask: why did he know that she liked Mr. Gareth's works, and why did he spend so much time asking the master to come out to design a wedding dress for him?Did he know that this feeling of near and far would drive her to pieces?
Su Xiaomu was in a trance for a while, tiredness came layer after layer, as if she was a little out of breath, listening to the quietness over there with only the faint sound of breathing, she could imagine that man wearing a dark suit with his lips tightly pressed, Either looking down at the document, or just testing her bottom line indifferently.But she was already impatient, she was not his rival in business, nor could she beat him, and she was not a clown for his entertainment, allowing him to manipulate his emotions.

She sneered: "Jing Yan, watching me playfully pretend to be indifferent in front of you, doesn't it give you a special sense of satisfaction? Is it your purpose to go out of your way to make me lose control? What exactly are you trying to prove?"

"What do I need to prove?" Jing Yan smiled lightly, tapped his fingers on the table, and said following her words: "Trying hard? That's not bad." Take pains."

Just at this time, the signal was cut off suddenly. For a while, Su Xiaomu couldn't hear the other party's voice, nor heard the words behind him, thinking that he was silent. Uncomfortable: "Tell me, what do you want?" Manager Ma and her assistants in the room looked at where she was standing from time to time, and their inquiring eyes made her curl her fingers in embarrassment, trying her best to control her emotions.

Compared to her impatience, Jing Yan's tone was still calm: "I didn't think about it, I just gave you a wedding dress, if you are not satisfied, just let them change it."

Su Xiaomu's heart sank slightly, and suddenly regretted that she was so impulsive, because she was too sensitive, and he only hired someone to design the wedding dress because she said he wanted to take pictures, why was she so excited?What good would it do her to pierce that layer of window paper?As if he was making amends for himself?
After a while, she changed the subject bluntly: "Well, I'll stay at home and let them measure. Don't forget to pick up Xiaoyao."

He calmly replied: "I will, don't worry."

She was relieved.

Not long after Manager Ma left, Jing Yan came back. Su Xiaomu looked at his empty back, frowned and asked him, "Where's Xiaoyao? Didn't you go to pick him up?"

With a coat hanging on his arm, Jing Yan said while changing his slippers in the entrance, "He said he would stay at Xiaoyu's house for one night, and tomorrow he would go hiking to watch the sunrise together."

Su Xiaomu faltered: "Oh, so that's how it is, ah, it's not good... I also deliberately took my aunt's leave and planned to cook by myself..." She hasn't cooked anything since she moved in, cleaning and cooking He hired the housekeeping aunt to do it for him. She didn't like to leave the trivial matters of life to others, but with so many things happening recently, she gradually got used to being a hands-off shopkeeper. Xiaoyao, on the other hand, kept saying that she hadn't eaten her cooking for a long time. dishes.

Jing Yan looked back at her naturally and asked, "So there's no food today?" He undid a button of his shirt, and his relaxed and casual appearance reduced a bit the sharpness of work.

"Uh, didn't you socialize today?" Su Xiaomu was taken aback for a moment.

He shook his head, walked to the sofa beside her and sat down, his voice was calm: "I think the company is fine, so I came back early."

Only then did Su Xiaomu recall that his entertainment seemed to be much less than she had imagined, and he seemed to prefer to spend time getting to know his son better than doing business, as if he wanted to make up for all the nine years he had lost at once.

He was very close to her, and the oppressive feeling of the heat slightly shocked her nerves. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, then quickly moved away, and said hesitantly: "If you don't mind my poor cooking skills, I You can cook a few dishes."

Jing Yan nodded shallowly: "Your cooking skills are very good, so I won't be polite."

Su Xiaomu looked up at the wall clock, and the hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock. It was a little late, so she got up and said, "Then watch TV for a while, and I'll go get ready." She naturally switched the TV that was broadcasting entertainment programs to his The economic station she likes, when she handed the remote control to him, she realized that she had done something stupid again, why did his preference become her habit without knowing it?
At this time, the host of the economic station was interpreting the impact of a merger on the financial stock market. She heard the name of the company very familiar, and suddenly turned her eyes to Jing Yan, and merged such a large debt group into the company under her own name. , isn't it the man in front of me?

He glanced at the news as usual, as if it had nothing to do with him, then looked into her eyes and said, "I'll go to the study and make a phone call."

Su Xiaomu nodded: "Well, dinner can be ready in half an hour."

Jing Yan made a short international long-distance call. When he went downstairs, he wanted to go back to the living room, but his feet unnaturally walked towards the kitchen. He leaned against the door and looked in. Su Xiaomu was busy washing and cutting vegetables in an apron. Being in the pot, there is a sense of intimacy that makes people happy to get close to him, which is completely different from his personality, so conflicts are inevitable.

The kitchen was a bit hot, her face was flushed, the soup bowl was placed so high that she had to tiptoe to reach it, he stepped forward to take it out for her and put it on the sink.His slightly rough palm slid across the back of her hand, quickly retracted, and said with concern: "Be careful."

Her movements froze for a moment, and then she said, "There is heavy oily smoke here, you should go out, the soup is ready, just fry two more dishes."

Jing Yan was about to say something when he saw her put the washed green peppers into the pot, tightened his jaw, and said with a serious expression: "I don't eat green peppers." The tone became a little more serious, "I don't eat carrots either."

His cautious expression made Su Xiaomu couldn't help laughing, dispelling the haze of the past few days, she asked casually without thinking: "Hey, you don't even eat celery, coriander, fungus and kelp, do you?"

"Yes, neither."

No wonder my aunt never cooks these kinds of dishes. She has never eaten with him a few times before. At first, she thought it was a coincidence, but now she finally understands that like a father, like a son, she is extremely picky eaters.She said slowly: "Xiao Yao doesn't like to eat, and it is easy to cause nutritional imbalance, so you have to be an example, as you said, if you overcome the difficulties, it will no longer be difficult." Stir-fried beef out of the pan.

This meal was very difficult for Jing Yan, the chopsticks could not be stretched in the right place, and this was originally a dish prepared for his picky son.In fact, she will not force her son to do things that she doesn’t like too much, but she just tells him to eat such a “supplementary” nutritious meal every once in a while, which is good for his body, and in order to make it easier for him to swallow, try A lot of practices.

Su Xiaomu saw that his brows were wrinkled into small mountains, and after a long time, he drank a bowl of soup. He felt like he was finally bullied back, so he took the initiative to say: "Why don't I make you something else, Auntie should have some For other dishes..."

Jing Yan paused with his chopsticks, and said slowly: "No need." Then he put the vegetables into the bowl.

It wasn't until he took a bite or two... Su Xiaomu picked up his chopsticks after frowning from tense to relaxed, and the two of them didn't say anything else.

After the meal, Su Xiaomu cleaned up the kitchen and felt that the sweat all over her body was uncomfortable, so she went to take a shower and dried her hair before Jing Yan knocked on the door.She opened the door and looked at him: "What's the matter?"

With one hand in his trouser pocket, he said in a low voice, "Come with me to the study."

The study room is mainly designed with wooden decorations, and comfort is the top priority. She sat on a soft chair in the corner and watched him take a picture from the fax machine. After she took it, she realized that it was a line draft of a wedding dress. And Mr.Gareth's signature - the first draft worth tens of thousands of dollars.

She raised her head, looked at him quietly and said, "Didn't Mr. Gareth say that he would never design again?"

"So this wedding dress will be his last work." He smiled lightly, "I did a great favor to his son, and this is also his thank you gift."

She sighed in her heart, and then focused on the line draft in her hand. A master designer is extraordinary. She has been paying attention to his works for a long time, and every new product is dazzling. admiration.In fact, this line draft is just a rough outline drawn with a pencil, but it can catch people's attention just by looking at it, and she can't describe her feeling in words.

He raised his eyebrows: "What? Are you satisfied?"

"I like it very much." She smiled, her eyes were full of surprise, not to mention anything else, it was worth getting married just for this wedding dress.

"Mr. Gareth said he wanted to meet you, so that he can maximize his inspiration." He raised the corners of his mouth and said softly.

She widened her eyes, leaned forward excitedly, and asked excitedly, "Has he come to China? Where is it?"

Jing Yan had to interrupt her regretfully: "No, he's still in France. It's been foggy recently, and many continental flights have been grounded. It's very troublesome to come here. It's fine to just make a remote video call. In the future, we will mostly meet each other. Opportunity."

Mr. Gareth is an old man with a full beard. Seeing Jing Yan communicating with him in French, Su Xiaomu was envious and jealous, so he could only learn a few greetings on the spot to greet him.Then it was Jing Yan who acted as an interpreter. They asked and answered, so that Gareth could get a general idea of ​​Su Xiaomu's preferences.

It was still in the afternoon, and the lighting in the study room was very good. Su Xiaomu could clearly see Jing Yan's appearance even without turning on the lights. I understand their conversation, but judging from their happy expressions, they should have a good relationship.

How did she feel that he was gradually leading her into his world in his own unique way?

Could this be her illusion again?

(End of this chapter)