President,you are sick,needs to be cured!

His cold skin touched the warmth of her cheek.

The temperature in the room rose sharply.

Wen Zhou blinked, and Shang Jing's gentle and focused eyebrows reflected in his pupils.

An evening wind blew.

Wen Zhou also recovered. She covered the wooden box and put it aside. Then she took down the big palm on her cheek and held it in her hands.

She lowered her eyes and muttered, "Why are your hands still so cold?"

She doesn't like the temperature of Shang Jing's fingers.

It's cold.

Although this body temperature is based on Shang Jing's constitution.

Shang Jing's eyes flashed slightly, and the amber pupils flashed.

He lowered his eyes and stared at her quiet and gentle face. When he felt the temperature transmitted between his fingers, his light lips drew a light smile.

Wen Zhou held his hand and suddenly his eyes fell on his beautiful and powerful wrist.

She thought of what to buy for Shang Jing.

The night wind outside the house blew in bursts, and the curtains in the house danced lightly. The weak light came in through the open windows and shrouded in the two figures who hugged each other and slept.

The wind is cool, but the temperature in the house is warm.

A night without a dream.

When Wen Zhou woke up, he stretched comfortably.

I have to say, it's great not to have a weak waist!

She changed her clothes and walked downstairs.

The old housekeeper is preparing breakfast.

As soon as Wen Zhou arrived at the hall, he smelled a strong smell of soybean milk.

In the villa, I wake up every morning with hot milk and bread and suddenly come to the old house for a change. Wen Zhou still likes it very much.

The old housekeeper saw her downstairs and smiled. "Mr. Shang likes porridge and cakes for breakfast. Miss Wen, if you are not used to eating, tell me what you like to eat, and I'll prepare it now."

This is the future hostess of Shang Jing. She is kind and kind to Shang Jing. The old housekeeper's attitude towards her is naturally different from that towards the people next to her.

Wen Zhou glanced at the food being prepared in the kitchen. She had smelled the smell of millet porridge and some steamed cakes.

"Don't bother. I'm not picky about food. I like it all." After she finished, she asked the old housekeeper about the whereabouts of Shang Jing and Shang Jingguo.

In the pavilion of the old house.

Shang Jingguo was dressed in Chinese clothes and trousers. After two sets of Tai Chi, a thin layer of sweat came out on his forehead.

He took the handkerchief and wiped it. Then he sat on the stool and stared at the go halfway down.

He has no other hobbies. When he is free, he likes to call some old friends to play go at home.

He used to stick to his work and rest habits in the army and run in the yard every morning, but since he was discharged from the hospital, the doctor advised him not to exercise in the same way as before.

So he changed to Tai Chi.

In the early morning of late autumn, there is a unique coolness of this season.

Shang Jing was not afraid of the cold. He just sat on the stool in simple white clothes and black pants and stared at the go that had not been decided in the second half.

His level is not low.

This is also due to the edification of Shang Jingguo.

When he was very young, Shang Jingguo was bored in his old house. He would pull Xiao Shang Jing to play go in the pavilion.

In the early stage, Shang Jingguo was able to abuse Shang Jing as much as dishes, but in the later stage, Shang Jingguo often lost.

A snap.

Shang Jingguo took out the sunspot and fell on it.

Shang Jing followed him with white chess.

When Wen Zhou came, he happened to see the two playing chess.

She sat down on the stool next to Shang Jing.

When Shang Jingguo saw that she was fascinated, he was surprised: "daughter-in-law sun, can you understand?"

Wen Zhou: "understand a little."

Grandma Wen likes playing go.

She had some contact with grandma Wen when she was a child.

She even thought that if grandma Wen could wake up, she could sit with Shang Jingguo and play chess.

Because of their habits, they can find something in common.

Shang Jingguo thought for a while, followed by another black flag, and then looked at Wen Zhouzhou who was watching chess: "daughter-in-law, do you want to make a bet with grandpa and see who will win between grandpa and Shang Jing?"

Shang Jing hasn't been to his old house for a long time. He hasn't played chess with him for many years. It's estimated that his skills are rusty.

But he also often plays chess.

In contrast, Shang Jingguo felt that he was sure to win.

Wen Zhou naturally approached Shang Jing. In the sight of Shang Jingguo, she held her gradually mellow chin in one hand. Without thinking about it, she replied, "although grandpa is very powerful, I support Shang Jing."

Shang Jing looked back at her.

Thin lip micro hook.

He won't let Zhou Zhou lose the bet.

Shang Jingguo, who was not supported, said he was a little hurt, but looking at the harmonious and sweet picture of Shang Jing and Wen Zhou, his eyes filled with laughter.

Seeing them like this, he can leave safely even if he is gone one day.

A game of chess is over.

Wen Zhou won the bet.

When Shang Jingguo stared at the defeated chess game and caught Shang Jing's pride, he was a little depressed.

He put his hands on his knees, then got up slowly and swept his sleeves on the chessboard.

WOW——

The chess game was successfully disrupted.

Shang Jingguo didn't feel ashamed at all. He pretended to be innocent, pointed to the ruined chess game, smiled at Shang Jing and Wen Zhouzhou: "ah, God just wanted to admit defeat, but God won't let him."

Shang Jing is used to this.

Wen Zhou: "

Grandpa without chess.

She smiled and picked up the black chess and the white chess separately. Then she tilted her head and was very happy with Shang Jingguo, but she was trying not to show her appearance. With a clever smile, a pear vortex appeared on her cheek: "Grandpa, I will resume."

Shang Jingguo: "

Can it make him play happily.

He coughed twice and pretended to be uncomfortable and helped his forehead. Yu Guang saw that Wen Zhouzhou had a really good memory. When he was playing chess pieces one by one, he said, "Alas, people are old and don't feel comfortable without breakfast."

Shang Jingguo said as he walked forward.

Wen Zhou stared at his back, stopped the action and laughed.

The morning sun fell on her white cheeks, setting off her bright eyes as bright and moving as gemstones.

Shang Jing got up, threw the black chess in her hand into the chess basket and pulled her: "Zhou Zhou doesn't care. He's like that. As long as he sees losing the flag or has a hunch that he wants to lose, he will play a rogue."

He learned all these lessons from the past.

Wen Zhou held him back. Of course, she knew that Shang Jingguo would rather repent than admit defeat.

Thinking of the breakfast to eat later, she touched her flat stomach: "today's breakfast is very rich."

She's hungry.

Go back to the hall.

Shang Jingguo has been sitting in the restaurant waiting.

Wen Zhou and Shang Jing went to sit down. She took a sip of thick soybean milk and handed him Shang Jing's share of soybean milk.

Shang Jing didn't like the taste of soybean milk very much, but because she gave it, she took a sip.

The old housekeeper came over with his mobile phone and handed it to Shang Jingguo: "old Sir, it's Miss Ying's phone."