Miss Wen, Make Your Heart Beat

  Chapter 197 Xie Yanqing is Liu Xiahui?

Seeing Xie Yanqing's ambiguous answer, Mrs. Xie felt anxious in her heart. She had arranged so many blind dates for him before, and they were all beautiful girls with both talents and looks. He didn't like any of them. Now it's hard to fall in love. He is still so dawdling?

  He is a twenty-eight-year-old man, she doesn't believe that he doesn't think about it at all, if he is so tolerant, is it possible that his son is still Liu Xiahui?

  The old lady rolled her eyes and had an idea in her heart. She called Mama Liu in Moyuan and gave some instructions before hanging up with a smile on her face.

  After Xie Yanqing went out, she kept her hands in her pockets all the time, only feeling that the box in her hand was extremely hot.

  He entered the hall, and Wen Rui was the only one sitting on the sofa, obediently waiting for him.

  Master Xie went into the study early to practice calligraphy, otherwise he really didn't know what to say to this flower-like little daughter-in-law.

   "Second brother, are you back?" Wen Rui's long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, her bright eyes raised, and she glanced at Xie Yanqing.

   "Well, let's go, I'll take you to the compound."

  The man is dressed in a black windbreaker, tall and tall, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. There is a little smile in the phoenix eyes that are as fine as the starry sky, and Wen Rui's small figure is reflected in the black pupils.

  She rested her chin, and was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help stretching out her hand to trace his eyebrows and eyes.

   "Little girl, don't stare at me like that." Xie Yanqing's throat rolled, and he turned his face away. He felt that he was so angry recently that he couldn't stand Wen Rui's teasing even though she hadn't done anything yet.

  For a moment, I only felt that the hand holding the box was sweating more and more, burning like fire.

  The autumn wind blows in the yard, and the green plants on both sides are trimmed exquisitely and beautifully. The ginkgo and osmanthus are full of autumn.

   Xie Yanqing put one hand in his pocket, took Wen Rui with the other, and walked down the straight steps to the northeast corner of the yard.

   The two strolled around, and were called in by Mrs. Xie to drink tea.

  The old lady wanted to talk to Wen Rui about herself, so she sent Xie Yanqing to the study to play chess with her wife.

  The two people in the hall were chatting and laughing, very happy.

  The father and son upstairs are playing chess, facing each other.

Mr. Xie leaned on the chair, dropped a sunspot, slowly lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said with a smile: "You bastard, the whole city knows what you did yesterday. I got a call from a few old guys asking me to go fishing!"

  He snorted again: "It's fishing, but it's not to show off their big fat grandson."

   After finishing speaking, she took a look at Xie Yanqing: "You should show me your strength, my daughter-in-law is a little too young, but at least she is an adult."

  Xie Yanqing's expression remained unchanged, she frowned, rubbed a white ball in her hand, thought for a while, and landed somewhere.

  His thin lips parted slightly: "Dad, you lost."

  Old man Xie glanced at him casually, feeling irritable in his heart, this bastard, can't you let him be an old man?

  He pushed the chessboard forward, rather unreasonably: "Forget it, I won't play anymore, go play with the birds."

  Kyoto is in the north, and autumn is coming, and the sky is getting darker and earlier.

  Madam Xie had a plan in mind, so she didn't keep them for dinner, and asked Uncle Feng to send them out.

   After the old couple had eaten, they entered the bedroom and began to unwrap the presents brought by Wen Rui.

  The old lady opened the beautifully packaged gift box, touched the thick and delicate silk scarf, and gently wrapped it around her neck. The elegant color matched her dark-colored cheongsam just right.

  She couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear. Mrs. Xie has lived most of her life, and she has never seen anything good, but this is the daughter-in-law's wish, and the liking in her heart is naturally another matter.

  Thinking that when I go to the theater tomorrow, I will just surround her, making her theater friends and old ladies envious, and his second child is finally getting married!

   "This painting, why does the more I look at it, the more it looks like that old man Deyuan?" Mr. Xie put on a pair of reading glasses, gently rubbed the frame of the painting, and said to himself.

   After a while, he said in a deep voice: "My wife, do you think this painting looks like the one hanging in my study?"

   "This old man, what are you talking about?" Mrs. Xie complained, but turned her head to look over.

  A pair of "Family Harmony and Everything Prosperous", which is smooth and flowing, has excellent meaning and sophisticated style of painting. It can be seen that it is from the hands of a master.

  She was surprised for a moment and said: "What does it look like? Isn't this the style of Deyuan's painting?"

   Immediately after seeing the familiar painting tube next to her, she opened her mouth: "That kid Ruirui gave it to you?"

  Master Xie couldn't stop nodding: "Isn't it?"

  The two looked at each other, and when they thought of Wen Rui's work and profession, they immediately understood.

   "I didn't expect this child to have such good fortune." Mr. Xie held his hands behind his back and walked back and forth a few times.

   "The girl chosen by the second child is definitely right." After Mrs. Xie was surprised, her tone was full of pride.

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  Xie Yanqing and Wen Rui went back to the ink garden, and it was past eight o'clock.

  Aunt Zhang prepared the meals early, and the two of them used it briefly. Mama Liu came out from the kitchen wearing an apron, carrying two bowls of soup, and put a bowl in front of the two of them.

  Wen Rui didn't eat much at night, but seeing the fragrant chicken soup, she actually got an appetite, so she picked it up and drank a small bowl.

  She thought the taste was pretty good, and thought that Xie Yanqing had been busy with the company recently and lost a lot of weight. She should make up for it, so she urged: "Second brother, drink it quickly, or the taste will change when it gets cold."

  Xie Yanqing felt that she didn't need to make up, but she was speechless when she met the girl's concerned eyes.

  Mother Liu smiled meaningfully when she saw the two empty bowls.

  Madam’s, of course it’s normal chicken soup, but for Mr., she listened to the old lady’s order and boiled a small pot of pork loin and goji berry soup early.

   Great tonic, special tonic, with great stamina.

  Xie Yanqing leaned on the sofa and squinted his eyes for a while, the faint scent of gardenias from the girl's body wafted from his nose. For some reason, he suddenly felt extremely hot, and the anger seemed to break through something, and he couldn't suppress it.

   "Second brother, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Seeing Xie Yanqing's face turned red, Wen Rui thought he had a high fever, and a small cold hand covered his forehead.

  In the sky of ice and fire, Xie Yanqing's throat was dry and smoking, he coughed, took Wen Rui's hand with difficulty, turned his face away: "I'm fine."

   "Why are you all right? Your forehead is sweating."

  The body gradually changed, Xie Yanqing thought of the bowl of soup just now, and the old lady's special smile when she was leaving, there was still something he didn't understand.

   This old lady is really, he doesn't know what to say.

  The girl's soft little hand touched his face. The touch felt like an electric shock, and his body froze suddenly.

  The next second, amid Wen Rui's exclamation, Xie Yanqing hugged her up to the second floor, kicked her, the bedroom door opened, walked a few steps, and threw her on the soft big bed.

   Before Wen Rui could react, the man leaned over and pressed on him.

   "Second, second brother, are you okay?" Wen Rui was startled by his banditry for a moment, and said in a stumble.

   "What do you think?" Xie Yanqing gritted her teeth, staring at her eyes as if they were about to breathe fire, and directly took her little hand and sent it down...

   With a "crush", Wen Rui's face was completely red, from the base of her ears to her white and tender neck, all the way up was crimson.

  Xie Yanqing's breathing gradually became quicker, and a fine layer of sweat dripped on his forehead. Looking at the girl's slightly parted red lips, his eyes darkened, and he held her cheeks with his big palms, and kissed her directly.

  (end of this chapter)