Self-cultivation of Kuaichuan Green Tea

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The room was silent, as if no one was there.

An Jingxuan looked around, and his eyes fell on the slightly undulating quilt.

He put his hand on the quilt and patted it, and the person inside froze, then relaxed again.

An Jingxuan half-closed his eyes full of pity, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and only after a while did he choke out a sentence: "Take a good rest, I'm leaving."

Forget it, it's fine.

He just turned around and took a step, when a claw stretched out from under the quilt and grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.Looking down, I don't know where the strength came from the thin white wrist.

"Don't go, stay with me for a while." Qu Lingyuan felt aggrieved and sniffed.

She didn't expect to hear anything nice from An Jingxuan's mouth.

An Jingxuan was slightly startled, and sat obediently on the edge of the bed.

Qu Lingyuan's head got out from under the quilt, and it naturally fell on his lap.Her little face, which had wiped away her tears, was full of water. She stared at the foot of the wall, biting her lips lightly, as if she was planning to say something.

An Jingxuan was not in a hurry, and waited for her to speak.

"That, you and my sister-in-law...he, and Jiang Xinyue" Qu Lingyuan spoke hesitantly, almost biting her tongue.

When Jiang Xinyue was mentioned, An Jingxuan's gentle expression immediately cooled down: "Don't mention this name again in the future."

Qu Lingyuan looked up at him, puzzled: "But it doesn't seem to be her fault."

Before what happened with Jiang Song, she had never had any feud with Jiang Xinyue. The relationship between the two of them should be pretty good in the eyes of others, so it is still necessary to maintain this persona.

"Don't think too much about people." An Jingxuan was sullen. He intended to bury these dirty things deeply to keep Qu Lingyuan from knowing, but now he met her puzzled eyes and sighed faintly.

Then he said, "Jiang Xinyue took me out on purpose when I went out in the morning, in order to create opportunities for Jiang Song."

It's better to tell her that it's not a good thing for a little girl to be ignorant of the world.

However, not only did Qu Lingyuan not understand, the doubts in her eyes became more serious.

"How do you know?" she asked.

An Jingxuan narrowed his eyes, and some images flashed through his mind.

Jiang Song's sneaky figure at the bedroom door before he went out, Jiang Xinyue's deliberately slowing down after he went out, and her flustered eyes revealed countless times
With a chuckle, An Jingxuan said, "Intuition, do you believe it?"

"Letter." Qu Lingyuan's eyes were ignorant, but she still nodded firmly.

An Jingxuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down unsteadily.

The small face rubbed against his thigh twice, which deeply stimulated his sensitive nerves, and his muscles tensed immediately.

"Brother," Qu Lingyuan twisted her body and raised her head, "Are you feeling unwell?"

The neckline of her messy clothes under the quilt was pulled down to the bottom, when An Jingxuan lowered his head, he saw a white and tender gully.

He immediately averted his eyes.

Ah. It's killing me.

"I'm going out to drink some water!" An Jingxuan left the bedroom as if fleeing for his life, leaving behind the wicked little kitten snickering under the quilt.

Outside.

An Jingxuan leaned against the door panel to calm down.

When Chang Yue walked up the stairs, she saw her son staring blankly at the handrail of the stairs, motionless.

"Son," Chang Yue said tentatively.

An Jingxuan turned his head as if waking up from a dream: "Huh?"

"Is our house very hot?" Chang Yue asked.

"It's not hot."

"Then your ears are so red."

"Ah, haha, it's quite hot, I'm wearing a little too much, I'm going back to the room to change." An Jingxuan waved his hands awkwardly, his eyes that should have been calm and calm were full of embarrassment.

Chang Yue couldn't figure it out, and whispered to his back: "Come to the living room after changing your clothes, your father is looking for you."

"Understood." An Jingxuan said.

Chang Yue stood there for a while, looking thoughtfully at the door that An Jingxuan was leaning against just now.

That was Qu Lingyuan's room.

Walking downstairs, Chang Yue sat on the sofa and poked her wife with her elbow.

"Old Qu, don't you think that the relationship between Jingxuan and Yuanyuan has improved recently?"

Qu Zhian pulled down the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said seriously: "You say that, it seems true"

"Just now I saw Jingxuan leaning against the door of Yuanyuan's bedroom"

The husband and wife looked at each other and smiled tacitly, planning to "torture" their precious son later.

Especially Chang Yue, she always felt that An Jingxuan's ears were red just now and it was abnormal.

However, An Jingxuan didn't know the seriousness of the matter yet, so he rushed into the separate bathroom in the bedroom and took a cold shower for himself, and changed into a loose short-sleeved suit, which looked a bit more youthful than usual in a suit and leather shoes.

When she came to the living room, Chang Yue was already impatient with the raging fire of her heart of gossip, so she gave him a sideways glance: "Why is it so slow to change clothes?"

An Jingxuan's mouth twitched, and he sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for the two "interrogators" to speak.

"Cough," Qu Zhian cleared his throat, "How about going to Jiang Xinyue's house this time?"

An Jingxuan's face remained unchanged: "Her family members are very vulgar."

It was the best adjective he could come up with.

Chang Yue frowned: "I have already said that."

Before he finished speaking, Qu Zhian grabbed her palm and squeezed it, signaling her to be calm and calm.

"Then you still want to marry her?" Qu Zhian asked.

An Jingxuan shook his head, paused, and then replied: "We have already broken up."

This was beyond the expectation of the two parents, and they held back what they wanted to say for a while.

"Ah," Chang Yue sighed, "It's fine to break up, but you're not too young anymore, and you've wasted too much time with her."

After the air was quiet for a while, Qu Zhian said cautiously: "I don't know, have you considered Ling Yuan?"

"Ah?" An Jingxuan raised his hand to brush away the broken hair that blocked his view, and looked at his father in surprise, as if he wanted to see if he was joking.

"You know what Ling Yuan is like," Qu Zhi'an smiled wryly, with gentle helplessness written on the corners of his raised mouth, "In the future, the family business will definitely be handed over to you, and she, a little girl who is not motivated, will bear it." Not coming."

Speaking of this, Chang Yue raised her eyebrows and smiled: "So we thought, should we give our daughter to you together?"

(End of this chapter)