What about the rival?

"I have nothing to worry about." Deng Yimeng blushed, "It's just...it's very inconvenient for the New Year's Eve."

"Yeah." Jiang Siwan smiled, supported her by the shoulders, led her to sit down at the dinner table, and started dinner.

Because Deng Yimeng said earlier that he wanted to eat some noodles to fill his stomach, there was a plate of pasta on the table, and there were also various colorful vegetables, which decorated the entire table full of vitality, like a table in spring.

Although there is nothing to say about the taste of each dish, and because of my aunt's visit, the mood fell to the bottom instantly, and the person sat there sullenly, not talking, and rolled the noodles with a small fork, like playing .

Jiang Siwan cleared her throat, intending to bring her back to life, so she teased her a little out of words: "Does Mengmeng know what sauce this is?"

Deng Yimeng asked blankly: "What sauce?"

"This one is called Spaghetti Bolognese." Da Wan, like a gentle sister tour guide, took her on a food journey, and briefly told her about this Sicilian Bolognese in a low voice.

Deng Yimeng looked around at the dishes on the table, "Sister Wan's cooking is indeed Western-style. Did you learn it by yourself?"

Jiang Siwan held the glass in her hand, took a sip of the red wine, and blinked her right eye, "It's not self-taught. It was taught by my father. He said that once he learned how to cook, he wouldn't be able to starve himself. Well, in fact, he taught a lot of Chinese food." .But Mengmeng cooks the best Chinese food. So I..."

This was the first time that Deng Yimeng heard Dawan talk about her father, her spirits lifted up a little, her eyes widened and she asked, "Dad taught... Did you teach me when I was a child?"

Jiang Siwan nodded: "En."

"Then what kind of person is he?" Deng Yimeng continued to ask.

Jiang Siwan clicked her tongue: "A person who is very good at making women happy."

Deng Yimeng said "Gah?", expressing his incomprehension: "How to say?"

"Eat well, I'll tell you later." Jiang Siwan raised her chin and looked at her with narrowed eyes.

Da Wan opened the red wine for both of them to drink.But because of her menstrual period, Deng Yimeng's wine was temporarily replaced with milk.In order to listen to the gossip, she went all out, bit the straw and drank the milk, rolled the noodles with a fork and struggled to eat.

Jiang Siwan watched with a smile on the other side, and occasionally took a sip of wine.It can only be said that Deng Yimeng is very good at drinking.Before she knew it, she drank two glasses.

Sometimes, saying Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives, is really a very effective sentence.Deng Yimeng ate the noodles very quickly, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and before she had time to ask Da Wan, someone knocked on the door.

Deng Yimeng stared blankly at Da Wan, "You still have an appointment?"

Jiang Siwan laughed: "Yes, we have an appointment."

Deng Yimeng got up and ran slowly to the door, lying on the door, standing on tiptoe and looking out through the cat's eye, hey, it's a middle-aged man in a Tang suit with a majestic face, as if he's seen it somewhere before.She turned her head and whispered to Da Wan, "It's a man."

Jiang Siwan also came over, resting her chin on her shoulder, blinking her right eye and looking out, smiled: "Deng Yimeng, do you know some magic?"

Deng Yimeng naturally didn't understand, she turned her face and looked at Jiang Siwan in a daze.The one in the back, taking advantage of her height, lowered her head and kissed her on the lips, and without explaining, pulled her back a little, then opened the door, and shouted to the outside: "Dad."

Deng Yimeng: "...???"

The man outside the house agreed, and then saw the little girl in Jiang Siwan's arms, with a surprised look on his face, "Who is this?"

"Deng Yimeng." Jiang Siwan said indifferently, "My girlfriend."

Wen Huanyu was not surprised by the existence of Deng Yimeng. An entertainment reporter had previously approached him with photos of Jiang Siwan and the mysterious girl entering and leaving the house together, including many intimate photos.It was an old media that had been in the circle for a long time and was quite clear about some gossip. After being fully prepared, they went straight to the door with photos and asked him to buy her daughter's private life safely at a sky-high price.

Of course he didn't buy it, and the reason for his refusal was that Jiang Siwan was an artist of Huarong, and Huanyu wouldn't pay her a penny for public relations.Then Yuji should go to Huarong to try his luck.

I don't know if it was operated improperly, but the media company went bankrupt within half a month.That entertainment reporter has never been able to find a job. It is said that he has changed his line and changed to a fruit business.

Now, Mr. Wen didn't enter the house, and stood at the door with his hands behind his back, watching Deng Yimeng for 2 minutes.The little girl was obviously extremely embarrassed under his gaze, her little white jade-like face was blushing in an instant, and she stammered, "Hello, Uncle, Uncle. I, my name is Deng Yimeng."

Wen Huanyu smiled: "Hello. My name is Wen Huanyu." Although his outline was sharp and serious, after his expression softened, he was very kind.

But after he smiled, Deng Yimeng finally understood why he thought he had seen him somewhere before. He is Dawan's father. There is a saying since ancient times: sons are like mothers and daughters are like fathers.The corners of his eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Da Wan's, so at first glance, she will feel a little familiar.

There was a car parked not far away, the lights were still on, it should be the car that brought Mr. Wen over.

After the door closed, Deng Yimeng sat beside them and listened to the conversation between their father and daughter. He clearly said that this Mr. Wen is very good at making women happy.But listening to him talking here, with a strict look, there is no such legendary interest at all.

"Are you going to your mother's side this year, or where?" Mr. Wen held a teacup.

Jiang Siwan shook her head, "I'm not going anywhere." Holding Deng Yimeng's shoulder, "I'll stay with her."

Mr. Wen looked Deng Yimeng carefully again, nodded and said, "Okay." He grinned, "Is this your Huarong's newcomer this year?"

"Yes." Jiang Siwan nodded, "I studied screenwriting. I acted in a play by chance."

Deng Yimeng suddenly became the focus of the topic, a little at a loss, and it was impossible for her to escape, Dawan's two hands were on her shoulders.

Mr. Wen drank two more sips of tea, stood up, and nodded to Deng Yimeng: "Xiao Deng, you are a screenwriter. If you have any good books, you can bring them over and show them to me first." He took out a plasticized business card from his pocket and handed it to Deng Yimeng, "Please accept it."

Deng Yimeng took it in a daze, held it in his palm, and bowed slightly to thank him.

After sending Mr. Wen away, Deng Yimeng was still doubting herself.So... coming out of the closet?Dawan's parents are very accepting of these things.She was also heartbroken to meet the two parents so unexpectedly.Eight or nine things go wrong, but today's bad thing is that she is completely out of shape, and Mr. Wen is afraid that Mr. Wen will mutter, what kind of eyes does Da Wan have?

Jiang Siwan obviously didn't care that much, because she had the confidence that what she chose was the best.She doesn't care what other people think.Even if that other person is a real father.

When Deng Yimeng was sitting on the side soaking her feet, Da Wan took off her makeup by herself, and said to the mirror, "Deng Yimeng, go warm the bed first after washing."

Deng Yimeng let out a cry.I thought to myself, what happened today was unsatisfactory. The second thing happened to be my period when I arrived at my girlfriend's side.She didn't come here specially for that. In her heart, the soul is always greater than the body, and the meaning of spiritual love to women is far above that of me and me.

It's just too coincidental, this is more effective than summoning, and one has to reasonably suspect that something is wrong with luck.Deng Yimeng lay on the bed aggrieved, huddled into a small ball, blinking at the huge poster photo of Jiang Siwan on the bedside.

When she was about to fall asleep, the mattress sagged slightly, and Deng Yimeng noticed that Da Wan had come to sleep.Turned over and crawled over, with eyes closed, he hugged the other person's neck.

"Not asleep yet?" Da Wan asked.

"I'll wait for you." Deng Yimeng slightly opened her sleepy eyes, and leaned forward to kiss her.

Her plan was to just kiss her as a goodnight kiss.It's a pity that once this kind of thing started, it was completely out of her control.

Jiang Siwan probably wasn't satisfied with that shallow kiss, and when she withdrew it, she immediately chased after her, holding her face, and turned the shallow kiss into a deep one.Deng Yimeng felt itching at the base of her neck, closed her eyes and raised her hand to tie up Da Wan's hair. Da Wanyi came over, and pulled her long hair behind her ears, and that hand caught her hand, fingers interlaced Pressing against the pillow, the kiss also moved from the lips to the chin. The warm and tingling feeling followed the lips to the neck and behind the ears. In the chaos, Deng Yimeng finally understood what Dawan said earlier, " don't worry" mean.Really, even if she doesn't do indescribable things, she still has the ability to make people die.

She didn't know when the clothes were undone.She only knew that Sister Wan really liked her little rabbit, kissing her back and forth made her go crazy, pushing her head with both hands to stop her, but the sounds she made couldn't make a sentence at all.He wanted to do something to counterattack, but he couldn't bring up the slightest bit of strength.

When Jiang Siwan found that Deng Yidai was crying, she stopped, raised her head to look at her, and asked quietly: "Is it hard?"

"Hmm..." Deng Yimeng cried, "No. No more. Please."

This kind of behavior, which is similar to only lighting a fire but not extinguishing it, is simply abhorrent.

"Then let's sleep well." Jiang Si smiled, and returned to her gentle and considerate style - carefully buttoning her clothes.Finally, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead and lips. This was the real goodnight kiss.