I almost touched the moon

"I'll take you home when we get there." Cheng Che smiled and looked at Wen Song, then took her into his arms. "Thank you for accompanying me back home."

After he finished speaking, he kissed her smooth forehead. He knew that Wen Song had originally wanted to invite him to Chile during the Christmas holiday, but because he always returned home during the New Year, he canceled the plan.

"How about we go to Chile after the World Championships are over?" Cheng Che suggested.

"It's okay." Wen Song shook his head and smiled. "I've been to these places many times. It doesn't matter. Just make your decision."

"I want to go with you." Cheng Che smiled and hugged her tighter. "After we get to Hangzhou, I'll take my sister out for a big meal first."

"Xuan Yan came to pick me up." Wen Song smiled, "I have an appointment with her tonight."

"Well, you really forgot about me after you found a sponsor." Cheng Che pretended to be disappointed and jealous, hugged her tightly and said, "I don't know if I have the honor to be the sponsor of our eldest lady."

"Wait until you stop using the credit card your dad gave you." Wen Song joked with a smile.

Cheng Che snorted in dissatisfaction, "Who said that? The money I used to buy the plane ticket this time was my own prize money, and the Christmas gift for my sister was also the prize money from the last competition."

"Yeah." Wen Song praised with a smile, "Not bad, not bad, better than me. I can only be an academic worker and rely on Lawyer Wen and Mr. Qiu for my whole life."

"Silly boy, I'm still here. I'll support you." Cheng Che reached out and pinched her face, with a proud and happy expression on his face.

"Then you have to work harder." Wen Song said half-jokingly, not wanting to undermine his self-confidence.

Four hours later, the flight landed at Xiaoshan Airport. Wen Song felt a little strange returning to the place where she was born after two years. Coming back every one to two years had become a task, which made her unhappy.

Cheng Che noticed that she was in a bad mood and could guess why she didn't like to go back home. He whispered in her ear: "After the New Year, I will accompany you back to Zurich or Munich."

"It's okay, you are busy with your business and don't worry about me."

As they were talking, they had already reached the exit. Qiu Xuanyan was wearing a caramel-colored coat, black pointed-toe stilettos with red soles, and her long black hair was slightly curled at the end. She looked casual, but in fact, she had carefully groomed it.

Her makeup was exquisite, and the only jewelry she wore was a pair of Tahitian black pearl earrings. She was carrying a black Kelly 25 made of crocodile skin, but the milk tea cooler bag in her hand didn't seem to match the look, and she was very eye-catching standing there.

"I see your good sister." As expected, Cheng Che also saw her and said to Wen Song with a smile.

Seeing Wen Song quicken her pace and even let go of his hand to run towards Qiu Xuanyan, Cheng Che grabbed her hand, deliberately lowered his head slowly to help her comb her hair, and said with a somewhat jealous tone: "Don't run, you don't have to run when you see me."

"Childish!" Wen Song spat in annoyance, but still slowed down his pace and walked towards Qiu Xuanyan with Cheng Che.

"Boss Qiu!" Wen Song hugged her as soon as he saw her, "I miss you so much."

"Someone looks like he wants to kill me right now." Qiu Xuanyan said as she handed her the milk tea in her hand. "Your favorite cheesy grapes should not have melted yet."

"Thank you, Mr. Qiu. I love you, the most." Wen Song said, and kissed Qiu Xuanyan on the face.

Qiu Xuanyan looked at Cheng Che's strange expression and said to Wen Song, "Alright, alright, your Master Cheng is really going to remember me in his heart, hurry up and comfort him."

"Are you jealous again?" Wen Song smiled and took Cheng Che's hand, handed him the milk tea and said, "Would you like some?"

Cheng Che didn't like milk tea, but he deliberately snatched it from her and said, "It's mine. Who told you to leave me behind?"

Wen Song put his arm around his waist, raised his head and said with a smile: "Who abandoned you? You are so jealous, so childish."

"I really can't stand it anymore." Qiu Xuanyan looked at Wen Song and shook her head repeatedly, "Why did you ask me to pick you up? You could have asked Master Cheng to take you home, but you had to ask me to come all the way. Master Cheng, let me tell you, Song Song is a person who doesn't care about anything on the surface, but is actually very difficult to serve."

Cheng Che smiled and said to Qiu Xuanyan, "Don't worry, Mr. Qiu. I'm used to it."

At this moment, Cheng Che's grandmother also came over, hit Cheng Che lightly and said, "You heartless brat, I saw you as soon as I came out, and Master Tao and I called you several times but you didn't respond."

The driver also nodded and bowed to Cheng Che, and called softly, "Hello, young master."

Wen Song saw Grandma Cheng Che and found that she was a very elegant and refined old lady, wearing a custom-made black cheongsam, a magnolia-shaped suet jade brooch, and a sapphire green shawl.

Although his hair had turned grey and his face had many wrinkles, he did not look bloated at all. Even when he was talking and laughing with Cheng Che, his back was still straight.

When she saw Wen Song, she showed a surprised expression and said, "What a pretty girl, A-Che, why don't you introduce her to grandma?"

Cheng Che held Wen Song's hand, asked her to stand in front of her grandmother, and introduced her with a smile: "Grandma, this is my girlfriend, Wen Song."

Wen Song also greeted her with a smile and said sweetly, "Hello, grandma."

Grandma Cheng Che was very satisfied with Wen Song's generous and decent appearance. She nodded and praised him, and said, "Where does Miss Wen live? I'll ask the driver to take you back. When Miss Wen is free, you must come to our house for dinner. I will cook for you and Ah Che myself."

Wen Song thanked his grandmother for her kindness and said with a smile: "Thank you, grandma, but my friend has come to pick me up. I will definitely visit you another day. Happy New Year, grandma."

Qiu Xuanyan knew that Wen Song was socially anxious and was not good at dealing with people, so she quickly stepped forward to help her out. She nodded slightly to Grandma Cheng Che and said, "Hello, Grandma Cheng, I am Qiu Xuanyan from Hengya, and I am Song Song's friend."

She knew that the Cheng family had strict family discipline, and that Old Lady Cheng was a lady from a noble family with many rules. She was worried that they would be suspicious of Wen Song, so she stepped forward to state her identity and to support her.

"It turns out to be Mr. Qiu from Hengya. Nice to meet you." Grandma Cheng Che nodded and smiled in return. Thinking that Wen Song's surname was Wen, and the person who was closest to Hengya Group was lawyer Wen Yiheng, she immediately understood Wen Song's identity.

Unlike Cheng Bowen who was very nervous, Cheng Che's grandmother was very satisfied with this and joked with Cheng Che, "Ah Che, you are so lucky to have such a beautiful and outstanding girlfriend. I must burn some more incense in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva to thank her for blessing you to find such an outstanding girlfriend."

Cheng Che also said: "Yes, I am more blessed than grandpa."

"You little bastard!" Upon hearing this, Cheng Che's grandmother hit him again. "You have no manners and no respect for your elders."

They chatted for a while, then thought that the airport was not a good place to chat and they all had things to do in the evening, so they said goodbye and left.

Arriving at the parking lot, Wen Song looked at Qiu Xuanyan and the black Maybach S680 in front of her, and looked at her with some confusion: "Why did you drive your dad's car here?"

"What do you mean my dad's car? I just bought it." Qiu Xuanyan said with a smile, "I came to pick you up just a few days after I got the car. Do you like it, Miss?"

As he spoke, he helped Wen Song open the passenger door and let her get in.

"I like it." Wen Song also smiled, "Rainy night, elevated road, black Maybach, isn't this the plot in a domineering CEO novel?"

"Then I'll lend my car to your little puppy for a few days?" Qiu Xuanyan joked, "So you can experience what it's like to be the wife of a domineering boss."

After getting in the car, Qiu Xuanyan took out another box of fried skewers from the incubator and handed it to Wen Song, "Eat it quickly, the one you like best."

"I still prefer being your little wife." Wen Song lowered the back of his chair and half-lying down, crossing his legs, eating fried skewers while acting coquettishly to Qiu Xuanyan.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, look at you like this. If your godmother sees you, you'll get scolded. You've only been pretending to be a lady for a few minutes and you can't keep up the pretense."

Wen Song handed her a string of chicken wings and said, "It doesn't matter. My mom is not here. It's delicious. It's really delicious. You still love me the most."

Qiu Xuanyan also took off her high heels, sat cross-legged in the driver's seat, opened a can of Coke and ate fried skewers with her, "I'll go to your house later, what are we having for dinner?"

"I want to eat crayfish and barbecue." Wen Song took the Coke from her hand and took a sip. "You don't know how healthy Cheng Che lives. He doesn't eat sweets, doesn't drink carbonated drinks, doesn't eat fried chicken, doesn't drink alcohol, doesn't eat carbohydrates at night, and exercises every day. I feel tired just looking at him."

"They are athletes, they are different from us." Qiu Xuanyan felt tired after hearing this, but expressed her understanding. "But he is really handsome, even more handsome than the last time I saw him in Munich."

She looked at Wen Song again and finally found something wrong, "Song Song, have you gained weight?"

"Have I gained weight?" Wen Song looked in the mirror and found that his face seemed to be rounder than before. "It seems so. I can't help it. Cheng Che forces me to eat three meals a day. His cooking is delicious."

"It's pretty good, pretty good." After listening to Wen Song's description, Qiu Xuanyan was completely relieved. "He treats you well and takes care of you. I feel relieved."

Qiu Xuanyan noticed the ring on Wen Song's ring finger and said to her, "Isn't this the ring from the Comet series that we saw in New York? You bought it."

"Cheng Che bought it." Wen Song devoured the fried skewers in the lunch box like whirlwind and burped, "He bought the whole set."

"That's fine." Qiu Xuanyan nodded and said, "As for men, if they spend money on you, it doesn't necessarily mean they love you, but if they don't spend money on you, it definitely means they don't love you."

"But he doesn't have much money himself." Wen Song wiped his mouth after eating and drinking, and said lazily, "You don't know how low the prize money is. He won the World Cup, and the bonus from sponsors is only 3 Swiss francs, which is not enough to buy him two suits."

"So skiing is a money-burning sport." Qiu Xuanyan started the car after finishing her meal and said as she drove, "It's okay, Old Cheng has a lot of money, you don't have to feel sorry for your dog. Where's my Christmas present?"

"In the box." Wen Song laughed, "That mint green crocodile leather you liked before is out of stock everywhere. When I went to Monaco this time, Birkin and Kelly happened to have them, so I bought them all for you."

"So generous?" Qiu Xuanyan was delighted and didn't forget to advise, "You don't need to buy everything in the future. Use the money your godmother gives you to buy more things for yourself. When you work and make money in the future, you can buy me Hermès. There's no need now."

"Then I guess my annual salary may not be enough for your two bags." Wen Song sighed softly, "Academic women workers are very poor."

"It's okay. You'll be rich when you win the Nobel Prize. I believe in you."

"Then wait for the next life. I'll try harder in the next life. Forget about this life. In this life, I just want to be a waste." Wen Song smiled and stretched again.

"Waste Miss, open the storage box in front of you, there is a small box inside." Qiu Xuanyan said to Wen Song with a smile.

Wen Song immediately showed an expectant expression, opened the storage box, and sure enough, saw a black Graff jewelry box on it.

"I bought it for you when I went to London. Didn't you say that you like simple things now that you're older?" Qiu Xuanyan's words were just short of engraving the words "domineering president" on her face.

Wen Song opened the jewelry box, revealing a classic 2.5-carat emerald-cut diamond ring, simple to the extreme.

"Mr. Qiu still understands me the best." Wen Song immediately took out the ring and put it on his ring finger, gesturing to Qiu Xuanyan, "It looks so beautiful, right? It should be simple like this to look good."

Qiu Xuanyan chuckled, and then saw her take off the ring that Cheng Che gave her, and reminded her: "Put the ring he gave you back on your ring finger, or I'm really afraid that Master Cheng will send someone to assassinate me."

"Don't be afraid." Wen Song continued to admire the ring. "I'm here, he won't dare."