mtlumby2d Chapter 136 I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Chapter 136 I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Xing Mingyu was wearing a well-fitting handmade suit. Under the dim light, he looked tall and handsome. He took the last puff of his cigarette and put the butt into the cigarette butt recycler on the trash can at the door. When he turned around, he saw Aunt Lan, who looked frightened and timid, with an indignant expression, standing behind the car.
Meeting the man's indifferent and distant eyes, Aunt Lan felt a little frightened.
But when she thought about how her little girl only ate half a bowl of rice and put down her chopsticks tonight, Aunt Lan took a few deep breaths and walked over courageously.
"Mr. Xing, why are you here so late instead of going home?"
After Aunt Lan finished speaking, she remembered that the man still had three boxes at home. She calmed herself down and added another sentence.
"I see. You are here to pick up the three suitcases. Please wait a moment. I will help you carry them down right away."
After saying that, Aunt Lan pressed the combination lock on the front door, pulled open the creaking iron door, and snorted in her heart.
A small family like their Jiang family cannot afford to support a precious Buddha like the Xing family.
"I live here." Xing Mingyu had an indifferent temperament and low air pressure all over his body. After the door opened, he stepped on the accelerator and drove the car in.
Aunt Lan locked the door again with a frustrated look on her face.
Logically, this was her employer's home, and if the employer was annoyed, she had the right to ask him to leave. But this man was so powerful that he said no need, and Aunt Lan didn't have the courage to refute him. She could only watch the man get out of the car and walk into the house with his long legs.
Aunt Lan followed him in and put the key on the cabinet at the door. She found that the man did not go to eat and went straight upstairs.
upstairs.
Xing Mingyu moved very gently. He pushed open the door of the studio, turned on the light, and just as he took off his black suit jacket, the door of the room opposite opened.
He turned around and saw the little woman standing at the door, holding the Peppa Pig cup he gave her. When she met his gaze, her almond-shaped eyes were stunned for a moment, and then she looked at him lazily.
"came back."
He hung his suit jacket on the wooden hanger at the door and hummed softly.
Jiang Qianxun's eyes curled up into a rare faint smile, she looked away, turned around and went downstairs.
Xing Mingyu took off his tie and pursed his thin lips a little tightly.
She greeted him and smiled, but this smile reminded him of her expression when she first came for an interview, polite but distant.
He threw his tie on the table, walked out, picked up a coat that she hadn't had time to put on, and followed her.
Jiang Qianxun, who was walking down the stairs with an extra piece of clothing on her body, stopped, said thank you, and continued walking forward without raising her head.
Suddenly, a big hand grabbed her wrist, the man walked up to her, and a deep voice sounded above her head.
"I......"
"You don't need to explain."
Jiang Qianxun looked up at him and said, "We are not in a relationship that needs to explain this kind of thing. As long as you and I do what we agreed to do, it's fine. The details are not important."
After saying that, she pulled her hand back.
Unable to break free, she pushed with her hands.
But the man just wouldn't let go.
She was a little displeased and was about to look up to reaffirm their agreement, but her eyes inadvertently swept across the crook of his arm.
There is a long straight black hair hanging on it.
He was wearing a black shirt today, so it wasn't very noticeable. If she hadn't been so close, she wouldn't have noticed it at all.
But he was wearing a suit jacket on the outside and a shirt on the inside, how could a hair get stuck on it...
Jiang Qianxun's expression was stunned, probably like all the people who found that there were other women's hair on the man in their bed... She could only take a deep breath and push his strong arms away harder.
But he was too strong, and her struggle was like an egg hitting a rock.
The displeasure in her heart completely turned into anger. She looked up at him with a cold face: "Xing Mingyu, I have made it very clear, what else do you want to do? Let me go! Let go!"
Afraid that Aunt Lan might see and worry, she lowered her voice.
Xing Mingyu looked down at her and said calmly, "I didn't mean to not come back. You and the child are here, and no man wants to get off work and go home on time more than me."
Unable to break free, Jiang Qianxun simply gave up, but his face became a little ugly.
"Mr. Xing, you are joking. You are just living with me temporarily. After the child is born, you and I will be strangers. How can this be your home? You are too flattering to our humble family."
Xing Mingyu held the slender object tightly in his hand, and looked at the little woman in front of him with his angular face, who was smiling but not smiling. He felt as if someone was squeezing his heart tightly. He frowned and couldn't help but loosen the strength in his hands.
Jiang Qianxun took the opportunity to pull her hand out, took the cup of water and went downstairs.
When filling the water cup, she found that the cup was also given by him. She paused, threw the cup into the trash can next to her, and took the thermos cup she was used to using from the cabinet.
When I returned, I found that Xing Mingyu was no longer in the corridor, but the door of the studio was wide open.
She pursed her lips, pretending not to see the man working inside, went into her room and closed the door.
Inside the studio.
Xing Mingyu continued to deal with the emails at hand, but his typing speed gradually slowed down. It took an hour for him to patiently finish arranging the quarterly work.
On the desk, the battery level of his personal mobile phone showed 100%, but he had no intention of putting it away. He took out a cigarette and went to the balcony.
"Clap clap clap!"
He hadn't finished smoking a cigarette when suddenly a colorful parrot flew past the balcony, made a sharp turn, and landed on his bent right knee, forming a sharp contrast with his black trousers.
"..."
Xing Mingyu looked into its eyes and blew the white smoke between his lips slowly towards it.
"Iron head."
When Aunt Lan was showing him around the room, she specifically introduced this parrot to him.
"Mr. Xing, this is the parrot that the eldest lady bought at a high price. It is very smart and can learn to talk very quickly, but it has one characteristic: it is talkative."
"Next time you see it accidentally fly into the room, remember to let it out, otherwise it will learn something it shouldn't hear and shout everywhere."
Tietou stretched out his wings to block the smoke blowing towards him, and yelled with his mouth open: "Bad thing! Bad thing!"
Xing Mingyu took another breath, reached out his big hand and tapped its head.
"Can you tell me something else?"
Tietou blinked his eyes and opened his pointed mouth: "Chihiro! Chihiro!"
Xing Mingyu raised his eyebrows and extended his index finger with distinct knuckles.
Tietou opened his mouth, bit his finger, kicked his calves and sat on it.
His brows relaxed a little, and he wanted to retract his long legs and go into the house.
With a "puff", a stream of warm liquid dripped onto his suit trousers.
The man in a suit was stunned. When he saw the white spot on his trousers, his handsome face instantly turned dark and he grabbed Tietou's foot with his big hands.
.......
The next morning, Jiang Qianxun was woken up by Tietou.
"sorry Sorry!"
She watched five episodes of the palace fighting drama last night and still couldn't fall asleep. Since she was not busy at work, she was very alert in the middle of the night. She sent a message to the Human Resources Department to ask for an extra half day off. She had originally planned to sleep until dawn.
Who knew she overlooked the variable Tietou.
This guy is smart and learns things quickly, but he is too talkative. Before she has had enough sleep, he flies over from the next room to disturb her.
"Tietou! Go play somewhere else! I still want to sleep." Jiang Qianxun rubbed her long hair irritably, sat up and glared at the colorful parrot that was standing outside on the balcony and staring at her.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Tietou ignored it and continued to bark with his neck stretched out.
"..."
Unable to sleep in, Jiang Qianxun was in no mood to listen to what a bird said. She got up irritably and wanted to go downstairs to find something to reward the two babies in her belly, but she suddenly stopped at the door.
I wonder if that man has left?
She took her hand off the door handle, took out her cell phone and called Aunt Lan on video.
Small restaurant on the first floor.
Aunt Lan's nose was not a nose and her face was not a face. She watched the time of steaming dumplings on the electric boiler, and watched the man out of the corner of her eye, hoping that he would leave quickly after eating so as not to affect her little girl's appetite.
Unfortunately, this man seemed to be deliberately going against her. He ate a piece of Wagyu steak from seven to eight and only moved half of it. The invisible bacteria on the steak were eaten faster than him.
In fact, Aunt Lan is not stupid. This man just wants to delay time and wait for her little girl to come downstairs to talk.
But her little girl has seen the scumbag behavior of Jiang Wenyuan and Qin Chuan, so it is difficult to reconcile with them.
She shook her head, sighed, took the heat-insulating gloves, and was about to open the steamer to take out the steamed dumplings to cool down, when the cell phone next to her suddenly rang.
Seeing that the incoming call was from her little daughter, Aunt Lan threw away the heat-proof gloves and answered the call.
[Auntie Lan, has Mr. Xing gone to the company? Uncle Song called my cell phone and said he didn’t answer the phone.]
Aunt Lan quietly turned her head to glance at the man who was pressing his cell phone and replied truthfully.
[Not yet. Maybe I fried the steak too hard today? Mr. Xing eats a little slowly.]
Aunt Lan knew that her little girl was asking about the man's whereabouts and was making up excuses because she was afraid that she would worry, so she didn't expose it.
[Oh. Then I will tell Uncle Song that you don’t have to wait for me. I want to sleep a little longer. You can go to the square to rehearse your dance.]
[Yes. Miss.]
The eldest lady's room can see the front door, so she can see when the man leaves. Aunt Lan immediately put away her phone and placed the steamed dumplings on the plate. Seeing that the man was still sitting there in a daze, she was afraid that the eldest lady was hungry, so she couldn't help it in the end. She packed four dumplings and handed them over, even though she disobeyed the eldest lady's orders.
"Mr. Xing, I noticed that you eat slowly. Is it because the steak I fried is not to your liking? Would you like to try some steamed dumplings? We are a small shop, so we can't make high-end Western food well, but the taste of our popular steamed buns is OK."
After putting the dumplings away, Aunt Lan did not stay for a while. She changed her clothes and dancing shoes, and hurried out with a fan in hand.
The dance created by Aunt Lan and her dance friends was noticed by community workers. They will be participating in a social art performance in a few days, and there is not much time left for rehearsal. There is no changing room in the square, so they must wear rehearsal costumes.
As a result, when Aunt Lan reached the bend at the foot of the mountain, she suddenly heard a rumbling mechanical sound in front of her.
When she looked carefully, she found that the road, which had been in good condition before, was suddenly marked with construction isolation signs by the road administration. Several workers were pumping sewage next to the dug sewer, and two sewage pumps were rumbling nearby. The entire road was closed, and a sign was put up next to it, which read: Construction ahead, pedestrians and vehicles please take a detour.
Aunt Lan: “…”
She has lived in the Jiang family's old house for decades, and she knows very well how to get around it.
But that route would take twenty more minutes to go, and her dance friends couldn't wait.
Especially the lead dancer's cousin. Ever since she knew that Aunt Lan was just a nanny and had no children, she relied on her family's wealth and always disliked Aunt Lan. If she was late this time, who knows how she would scold her.
As expected, what you fear will come true. Just as I thought of the lead dancer’s cousin, messages started to appear in Aunt Lan’s WeChat group.
The person who was frantically @Auntie Lan in the group was the lead dancer's cousin. In addition to urging Auntie Lan to come quickly, she was also implicitly mocking her for being a servant and telling her not to come and waste everyone's time if she didn't have time.
It was definitely too late to take a detour, so Aunt Lan gritted her teeth, lifted her skirt and went to ask the construction worker closest to her.
"Big brother, I have something urgent to do, can you let me pass?"
"Ah?" The big brother wearing a yellow work hat responded and put his hand to his ear, motioning for her to speak louder.
Aunt Lan repeated it several times!
"Big brother! I have something urgent to do! Can you please let me through?"
However, the noise of the sewage pump was too loud for the other party to hear clearly, and he was busy answering the phone and had no time to pay attention to her.
Aunt Lan was extremely anxious. At this moment, two car horns suddenly sounded from behind.
Looking back, she saw the extended Lincoln that had been parked in front of Jiang's house last night, slowly stopping beside her.
The car window was rolled down, and the man sitting in the driver's seat turned his head, his handsome features illuminated by the morning light outside the car window.
"boarding."
Aunt Lan was very conflicted.
Her little daughter was hurt by this man last night, and she shouldn't have paid attention to him, but the rehearsal was about to start, and she didn't want to delay everyone's progress, and she didn't want to leave a bad impression of being unpunctual.
"Auntie Lan, you can't park here, get in the car quickly." The man reminded in a deep voice, but there was no trace of impatience in his words.
Aunt Lan had no choice but to grit her teeth and open the car door.
Inside the extended Lincoln.
The atmosphere was so quiet that you could hear the sound of the man's big hands touching the steering wheel.
Aunt Lan was still very afraid of this man. After getting on the bus, she sat at the very edge of the seat. She didn't dare to look up at anyone and could only look outside.
The car was turning around when suddenly Aunt Lan saw the worker she had just questioned coming from the sewage pump and taking away the detour sign.
"Wait, Mr. Xing, please put me down. It seems that the roadblock has been removed. I can walk over by myself."
In front, Xing Mingyu straightened the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and took a pack of disinfectant wipes from the car and handed it to the back.
"You're wrong. The workers are just moving the roadblock forward. Cleaning the sewer doesn't just involve cleaning one place. Clean your shoes first."
The car was driving too fast, and Aunt Lan couldn't see the scene behind clearly, so she couldn't tell what was real. When she heard him mention shoes, she looked down and saw that her velvet dancing shoes were really wet with mud.
The dancing shoes were bought together with the lead dancer and were difficult to clean. Aunt Lan hesitated for a moment, but still took them.
"Thank you...thank you Mr. Xing."
I didn't expect he even noticed this, how thoughtful.
While sighing, Aunt Lan also felt a little embarrassed.
From last night to the small restaurant just now, she had been very dissatisfied with this man. Yet, he not only condescended to give her, a little nanny, a ride, but was also so thoughtful.
Aunt Lan felt a little uncomfortable and put the paper towel stained with black mud into the trash box. At this time, Xing Mingyu's cell phone rang, and the caller ID showed that it was the old man.
He didn't shy away and picked up the phone.
"Xing, Ming, Yu! I asked you to send Xiaoxiao back to the Huang family last night. Where did you send her?!"
The old man's roar rang out in the car, and even Aunt Lan was startled.
Xing Mingyu put his big hands on the steering wheel and turned the car. His handsome face didn't change. "I went back to the company to work overtime. I asked Ling Yue to send me there. You can ask him."
"You! You want to piss me off to death? Xiaoxiao was injured because of me, and you didn't even look at her last night. You threw her to someone else. You, cough cough cough..."
"Grandpa!" Lao Zhang's voice came through the phone.
Xing Mingyu turned another corner and drove the car onto the main road: "Uncle Zhang, give the old man two heart pills. I'm still driving. I'll hang up first."
After hanging up the phone, Xing Mingyu looked at Aunt Lan in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
"Auntie Lan, are you going to the square in front?"
Aunt Lan realized that the car was almost there, and she nodded: "Yes. Thank you, Mr. Xing."
"You are welcome."
Just as he finished speaking, the light ahead turned green. The car accelerated forward about a hundred meters and stopped steadily in a temporary parking space in the square.
When Aunt Lan saw the car arrive, she hurriedly picked up her things and prepared to open the door. At this time, the car door was opened.
"Be careful."
Aunt Lan didn't expect that this man would open the door for her personally. She was stunned. At this moment, over a dozen dance partners on the other side of the square noticed her and someone waved at her.
"Thank you, Mr. Xing!"
Her dance partners were waiting for her, and the old man of the Xing family was also very angry. Aunt Lan didn't dare to waste time, so she swallowed back all the words in her mind and walked over with the water.
After the extended Lincoln walked away, Aunt Lan ignored the envy and fawning of her dance partners, looked at the direction the man left, and an idea came to her mind.
Mr. Xing is a quiet person. Could it be that what happened last night was a misunderstanding that wronged him...
In front.
Inside the stretched Lincoln.
After sending Aunt Lan to her destination, Xing Mingyu called Uncle Song. He only said two words during the whole process: "Okay."
In the black Range Rover that was always following the stretched Lincoln, Uncle Song hung up the phone and dialed another number.
"Hey! Lao Lin, that's it, the roadblock can be removed now, thank you for your hard work!"
On the other end of the phone, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow work hat was smiling.
"It only blocked the road for five minutes, and each of my employees earned an extra 20,000 yuan, which is equivalent to giving their whole family a year-end bonus. In the future, if there is such a good thing, please call me! We won't do anything illegal, but it's okay to block a woman's road for a few minutes."
"..." Uncle Song twitched his lips in jealousy. He hung up the phone with his neighbor, stepped on the accelerator, and caught up with the stretched Lincoln in front.