True and false daughter in love

"That woman claims to be Mr. Cheng's girlfriend." The ladies at the front desk started discussing around the bouquet of roses.

"Is it true or not? I haven't heard that Xiao Cheng always has a partner?"

"All I know is that Xiao Cheng is always gay, and this is the first time I've seen a girlfriend come over..."

"Hey, who knows if it's true or not, it's not like you haven't seen anyone who wants to touch our little Cheng."

"Anyway, I won't give these flowers away, but give them to whoever you love."

"Hey, then I won't give it either!"

No one dared to send it away, for fear of running into Mr. Cheng's bad luck.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the central figure of the discussion among the reception ladies brought in the company's internal personnel.

She was dressed in a low-pressure suit, a capable and slim black suit, and a houndstooth coat. She stepped on a pair of pointed high-heeled shoes and came in. Her long hair was loosely tied with a hair tie and hung behind her waist. She walked in the first place. There was a killing decisiveness that only a businessman had in his body.

The ladies at the front desk were even more reluctant to go after seeing this posture.

The front desk lady who was the first to pick up the flowers gritted her teeth and called out to Meng Chengyan who fell on the edge of the crowd.

"Assistant Meng!" Her voice was very low, and she shook her hand exaggeratedly at Meng Chengyan.

Meng Chengyan heard it, glanced at Cheng Xuan next to him, and trotted over: "What's the matter."

"This," said the front desk lady holding a huge rose.

Almost as soon as the flower came out, Xiao Cheng, who glanced at the other side inadvertently, stopped, and even a series of high-level internal officials behind him looked suspiciously in the direction of the front desk.

"This..." Meng Chengyan was dumbfounded, "Is this for me?"

"No," the receptionist shook her head, "This is for Mr. Cheng." The receptionist said, biting the bullet and looking at the woman who was facing this way.

The woman tilted her head slightly, "I don't need it." After speaking, she was about to move forward.

"Hey, no!" The front desk lady stammered, "This is, this is," she hurriedly flipped through the visitor information that she had just reserved, "This is a flower gift from a lady named Yao who claims to be your girlfriend." , and... also said that he wanted me to convey happy birthday to you."

After the words fell, the woman opposite came over by herself.

The sound of the high heels stomping on the ground seemed to hit the front desk lady's heart, and the pauses were extremely uncomfortable. She regretted it too much, for fear that Xiao Cheng would always get angry and say that she had no eyesight.

But the woman only said briefly, "Thank you."

Then, she took the bouquet of roses from her hands.

The front desk lady paused for a moment, raised her eyes, and saw the expression of the usually cold woman looking at the bouquet of roses.

Extremely gentle, as if holding a beloved object, the joy is beyond words.

"This is from my girlfriend," she said, "Thank you for telling me, Xiaomeng,"

"Hey, Mr. Cheng is here."

"Here," Cheng Xuan's eyes fell on the front desk lady's badge, "give this Miss Zheng a red envelope."

"Okay." Meng Chengyan agreed very crisply, blinked at Miss Zheng at the front desk, followed Xiao Cheng's footsteps and walked upstairs.

"It's really Mr. Cheng, your girlfriend gave it to you." The female executive fell behind Cheng Xuan and said.

"Yes." Cheng Xuan nodded, holding the bouquet of roses and waiting for the elevator to come down.

"I didn't even know it was your birthday today, and I didn't hear you mention it. It's really negligent," the female executive said in a gentle voice, "Can I help you book a birthday cake and hold a birthday party at the company?"

"No need, thank you," Cheng Xuan nodded to the female executive, "I want to go back and live with my girlfriend."

The elevator arrives, and a group of people go up.

-

At 05:30 in the afternoon, Yao Yanyan left the company on time and saw the Maybach parked downstairs at a glance.

Seeing her, a snow-white wrist stretched out from the glass of the Maybach car and waved at her.

Yao Yanyan narrowed her eyes and smiled, trotted over to sit in the co-pilot.

"Sister." Cheng Xuan turned his head and smiled at her.

"Cheng Xuan, happy birthday."

Yao Yanyan got into the car, closed the door, and saw the roses on the back seat from the rearview mirror.

"Thank you sister for the flowers, I like them very much." Cheng Xuan noticed Yao Yanyan's gaze and said.

"That's right, as long as you like it." Yao Yanyan was in a good mood.

"Well," Cheng Xuan leaned over and pursed his lips slightly.

Yao Yanyan raised her eyes, her ears were slightly hot, and she leaned over and kissed her.

"Heh..." Cheng Xuan covered his face and snorted, revealing his black eyes, "Thank you sister for the gift."

Yao Yanyan didn't know whether she was talking about the bouquet of roses or the kiss.

The car got on the road and drove in the direction of Xingshui apartment.

The car was quiet, only the familiar smell of disinfectant alcohol diffused away.

Yaoyan paused, and asked, "Why don't you play some music?"

"Sister, do you want to listen to music?" Cheng Xuan rolled his eyes, and pressed his finger on the car music button, "I don't usually have the habit of playing music. Sister, if you want to listen, just connect to Bluetooth."

"Okay." Yao Yanyan connected the Bluetooth and played the software's daily playlist.

A very old-fashioned prelude came out of the speaker, and then a familiar sweet female voice sounded.

"On the water side." Cheng Xuan tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, only to feel that the originally empty car was filled with this song and the people sitting beside him.

"Yeah." Yao Yanyan hummed a song, and sat back in her seat.

—I would like to swim against the current and snuggle by her side.

——There is a dangerous shoal in front of me, and the road is long and far away. I would like to go down the river and find her direction...

The afternoon sun warmed Cheng Xuan's always pale face.

The scent of a large number of red roses in the car lingers on the tip of the nose, and the beloved one around is humming, and everything seems leisurely and happy.

The person humming next to him suddenly heard the sound.

Only Teresa Teng's extremely sweet voice echoed in the stereo.

"Cheng Xuan," Yao Yanyan turned her head, her amber pupils were like maltose, "Let's live together in the future, okay?"

"Living together?" Cheng Xuan blinked, "Now, isn't it just..."

"No, I mean living under the same roof." Yao Yanyan lowered her eyes, her curled eyelashes cast a gentle light, "I want to be with you forever, Cheng Xuan, it's not just you who think so, I also can't live without you, I want to see you every day when I open my eyes, "

She raised her eyes, "Can you?"

Cheng Xuan was slightly stunned, and a sore feeling of wanting to cry suddenly appeared in his throat.

"Yeah." She turned her head, not daring to look at her again, for fear of accidentally having an accident because of being too happy and excited.

"Okay, then it's settled." Yao Yanyan said.

Music plays to the end.

-

The matter of Cheng Xuan's moving was held during the rare rest day of the two of them.

She doesn't have many things, and she needs to put away all the paintings and smokes in the room.

"I don't want to accept..." Cheng Xuan silently complained holding the paintings.

"... Then you hang on to me, no, it's strange to hang on to our house."

"Then leave these paintings here, anyway, I bought this house." Cheng Xuan said with downcast eyes.

Yao Yanyan had nothing to do with her, let her hang up her old house like a private exhibition of Yao Yanyan's paintings, and helped her carry large and small pieces of luggage to Yao Yanyan's home.

Nuomi meowed around the room, a little frightened by this posture, and retracted under the bed after meowing and did not come out.

Yao Yanyan teased it a few times, looked at her empty wrist, and frowned slightly.

"Cheng Xuan."

"Well," Cheng Xuan closed the door and walked into the room, "what's the matter."

"If you are not tired, let's go to the temple you mentioned later." Yao Yanyan was obviously anxious, "By the way, I will also ask you for one. Ever since I lost the bracelet you gave me, I have always felt uneasy every day." .”

She was obviously anxious, Cheng Xuan looked at her, couldn't bear it, put on his coat and said, "I'm not tired, if my sister is going, let's go now."

"Okay." Yao Yanyan stood up, took out a woolen coat from the closet and put it on.

Now it is the end of November, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

It was still early and the car was driving leisurely. Cheng Xuan saw the breakfast shop opposite the building and planned to go down to buy some food first.

"I'll be waiting for you in the car." Yao Yanyan said.

"Okay." Cheng Xuan nodded, got out of the car and opened the curtain to enter the breakfast shop.

Yao Yanyan's heart is always throbbing, restless and nervous.

Maybe it was because of his mood, Yao Yanyan glanced at the rearview mirror, and always felt that there was a familiar car parked behind.

"Strange." Yao Yanyan glanced back, but couldn't find it again.

She kept patting her chest with her hands, trying to calm herself down.

Fortunately, Cheng Xuan came back early, Yao Yanyan felt a little relieved when she saw her.

Cheng Xuan carried the breakfast bag into the car and let Yao Yanyan eat first.

After the two finished their breakfast, Cheng Xuan drove on.

"Cheng Xuan," Yao Yanyan frowned slightly, "I always feel very uneasy in my heart."

"Go to the temple, let's pay our respects." Cheng Xuan comforted her, and gently shook her hand.

Yao Yanyan managed to calm down, drank a cup of soy milk, and looked at the scenery outside the car window.

Changeable accidents often only happen in an instant.

Yao Yanyan looked at the familiar silver car in the rearview mirror, and shouted in panic: "Cheng...Cheng Xuan!" Yao Yanyan held her hand back, "This car..."

Cheng Xuan paused, followed Yao Yanyan's gaze to the rearview mirror, his eyes widened slightly.

She is more familiar with who owns this car than Yao Yanyan.

"Song Bairuo." She unconsciously said a name.

The mobile phone on the stand suddenly rang.

The ear-piercing ringtone of the phone echoed in the carriage, Cheng Xuan glanced at the display of the unfamiliar number, frowned and hung up.

But the phone calls seem to be persistent, calling one after another.

The car had already driven up the winding mountain road, and there was no turning back at all. Yao Yanyan's heart was pounding as she watched the car behind pick up the speed.

"Cheng Xuan!"

"I'll drive faster and shake her off." Cheng Xuan didn't forget to comfort her, holding her hand tightly.

Yao Yanyan felt uneasy in her heart, and looked back in panic.

It was Song Bairuo's car, and she even saw Song Bairuo's smiling face from behind.

It was also the moment she turned her head back that a truck suddenly drove over from the side of the T-shaped road and ran straight towards the co-pilot, Yao Yanyan.

"Ah!" She let out a short scream, holding Cheng Xuan's hand so frightened that her whole body was cold, but then Cheng Xuan turned a corner, and the front of the car turned a degree.

All of this happened suddenly.

The silver car in the rear charged towards them like a sharp silver sword, facing Cheng Xuan's direction.

"Bang"!The car shook violently, Yao Yanyan even heard Song Bairuo's sharp laughter in a trance, cursing, "Go to hell, go to hell!"

Cheng Xuan's lower body was pressed down, and his upper body was tilted. He came to hug Yao Yanyan's body, like comforting a frightened baby, and kept patting her back with bloody hands.

"Don't be afraid..." Her eyeballs stopped suddenly, she became silent, she opened and closed her mouth, and whispered a few words.

"Come on, sister."

Never look back.