Domineering president, forgive me

"I..." Xiangyang didn't know how to answer what Jiang Yuanzhou said. Jiang Yuanzhou's concern came from all directions. She was surrounded before she could even react.

"It's hard to get up so early in the morning. I'd better come." Jiang Yuanzhou said with a smile. Then he went into the master bedroom, took his clothes and came out. He took the initiative to go to the guest bedroom.

Xiangyang looks at the closed door with a face. Some don't know what eyes to face.

Jiang Yuanzhou picked up the guest bedroom and gave her the master bedroom. Xiang Yang had to admit that Jiang Yuanzhou's consideration and thoughtfulness made her have no reason to be angry, even

Xiangyang couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his cheek. I'm afraid anyone would be happy to be taken care of so carefully.

She hasn't been in the master bedroom for a long time. She lived here when she was with Jiang Yuanzhou, but now she just feels familiar standing here.

For five years, Xiangyang couldn't even feel the changes in the room. The photos and books at the head of the bed had never changed. Even the slippers she kicked at random seemed to be in their original position.

Xiangyang stood alone in the room and looked at the room where nothing had changed. Suddenly, all he felt was creepy.

Jiang Yuanzhou lived alone in this room for five years. Except for the wardrobe and bed, everything else was even the same.

Xiangyang walked into the bathroom of the master bedroom. It was quiet as if it had never been used. The cosmetics placed on the washstand only changed the production date and usage.

The positions are the most comfortable places she is used to, as well as towels and toothbrushes

Xiangyang doesn't know how to describe this feeling. It's too shocking. What kind of mentality does Jiang Yuanzhou use to sort out these things?

In the face of these, what is Jiang Yuanzhou's mood?

Xiangyang didn't know how to ask Jiang Yuanzhou. After asking such a question, it would seem too much for both of them.

Jiang Yuanzhou kept her life as it was, just to stay here and wait for her return.

Lying in bed, Xiang Yang seemed to be able to smell Jiang Yuanzhou.

Yes, Jiang Yuanzhou has lived here for the past five years. It's natural that Jiang Yuanzhou's taste is full of around him.

Xiangyang unconsciously went to sleep directly in the past. In his familiar atmosphere of nostalgia and in his long lost temperature, Xiangyang thought what is his current persistence for?

Probably because I'm unwilling.

Dousha got up very early because it was his birthday. The whole person was very excited. When he opened the door of the master bedroom, he saw his mommy still sleeping. His father had got up and was dressing.

Jiang Yuanzhou turned his head, looked at the bean paste lying on the door and looked inside, and smiled: "why did you wake up so early?"

Dousha ran to Jiang Yuanzhou's side, holding Jiang Yuanzhou's legs and looking up at him.

Jiang Yuanzhou lost his smile, picked up the bean paste, touched his feet without slippers, looked at the bean paste with a reproachful face and a rare seriousness on his face: "don't run around without shoes in the future, you know? Aren't your feet cold? "

"Dad, hold it." Dousha rolled his toes and stepped on Jiang Yuanzhou's palm.

"Will you sleep a little longer? Dad, go make breakfast? " Jiang Yuanzhou stuffed the bean paste into the quilt after making sure that the bean paste's feet were not cold enough to freeze.

In fact, Dousha just wanted to come and have a look, so when Jiang Yuanzhou stuffed it into the quilt, he skillfully chose to continue to sleep.

Jiang Yuanzhou pressed the two people who had fallen asleep together and couldn't help laughing. Then he got up and left the room to prepare breakfast.

Xiang Yang's first reaction when he opened his eyes was that he was still living in Dousha's room, because Dousha was right in front of her, and a little meat face was ruddy because of the warmth in the quilt.

However, when you don't overdo it, you can immediately feel different. The room with bean paste is not a decoration style at all.

"Mommy?" Bean paste rubbed in Xiangyang's arms and smiled sweetly.

"Happy birthday, baby." Xiangyang reached out and held Dousha's face. "Baji" printed a kiss on Dousha's face.

Dousha seemed a little shy, twisted his ass, and then got out of the quilt. He turned his head and looked at the direction of the sun with excitement on his face: "Dad said that many children will play with Dousha today."

"Well, there are many." Xiang Yang nodded his head, then got up and took bean paste to change his clothes.

Jiang Yuanzhou was bringing breakfast to the table. Looking at Xiangyang coming out of the master bedroom with Dousha, he reminded, "I put Dousha's clothes on his bed."

Xiangyang was surprised to see Jiang Yuanzhou, but he still chose to listen to Jiang Yuanzhou. Although he felt that it was not necessary to celebrate his birthday, even his clothes were new, at least it was Jiang Yuanzhou's intention, and there was no need to refuse.

Jiang Yuanzhou prepared a small suit for Dousha. Xiang Yang couldn't help feeling that Dousha was just a little cute. Now more than half of them can meet what it will look like in a few years.

The address of the birthday party was chosen in the lobby of a Dunhuang Hotel. Jiang Yuanzhou directly contracted the whole hotel. All rooms were insured and invited people who came today to stay together.

These things are not clear about bean paste, but Xiang Yang can still see that this pen is definitely not small.

Jiang Yuanzhou glanced at Xiangyang and whispered, "go upstairs and change your clothes."

Xiangyang nodded slightly. Dousha was wearing a small suit. She was too casual and bad.

When he saw the dress put on the bed in the room, Xiang Yang couldn't help but sigh. Jiang Yuanzhou seemed especially willing to arrange a white dress for her.

"Mommy is like a fairy." Dousha waited in the living room. When he saw the sun coming out, he blurted out without thinking.

Jiang Yuanzhou was with Dousha. Although Xiangyang's eyes were not as direct as Dousha, at least it was enough to see that Xiangyang's dress brightened people's eyes.

"When will it start?" Xiangyang looked at the two people sitting here strangely. Jiang Yuanzhou seemed too busy to turn around just now. Now he has time to sit here?