Chapter 59:

"Change the place, why?" Cheng Huan was a little puzzled. He thought he lived in a good place.
Jiang Mingyuan wanted to say something, but looked at the driver of the driver's license and swallowed it again: "Forget it, go back and talk."
The car is really not a good place to talk. Cheng Huan nodded and didn't ask any more, but just like the cat scratching his heart, he always wanted to know the answer.
Back home, Cheng Huan sent the stars to the study room to play the game. He went to make two cups of tea by himself and handed Jiang Mingyuan a cup: "Can you speak now?"
"That's it." Jiang Mingyuan has already thought about the wording these days: "The stars are getting bigger and bigger, and the separation between the two parents is not very good, which will cause him troubles, so I want to ask you to move downstairs."
"downstairs?"
"Yes." In fact, he wants people to move to his own house, but things have to go step by step, and he ca n’t make such a request at the moment. He said, "I just had an apartment downstairs to move out of the apartment where I live. , If you like, you can move tomorrow. "
"The apartment is not too far from here and will not have much impact," he said.
Cheng Huan was silent.
She knows that Jiang Mingyuan has some reason to say this. The children do not understand the relationship and dare to say anything. It is just that those words are heard by others, but it is easy to cause others to have different eyes. For example, the time when the plane met the old Liu family.
It ’s just that the truth is one thing, but the feelings are another. Cheng Huan now feels that he has some misconceptions about people. It ’s okay to be far away from seeing every day. If he moves downstairs and meets all day, what will it develop In this way, no one is sure. Deep down, she was a little scared of this unknown.
Cheng Huan didn't express his position and Jiang Mingyuan didn't urge him. He drank tea and lip-moistened his lips. After waiting for a while, he didn't wait for the desired position, but waited for Gu Mingli's phone call.
The bell rang, Jiang Mingyuan frowned, and he was also a public figure. He was very keen on the camera. Not long ago, I felt that someone was sneaking a picture at the gate of the kindergarten. Now I got a call, which made people have to think more.
He didn't think there was anything he couldn't see, but he was annoyed, and he sighed, and he stood up, "I'll take a call."
"Go on." People were here to make Cheng Huan's heart confused, and he felt a sigh of relief when he heard the phone rang, feeling that the pressure had abruptly decreased, and he waved his hand to show that he didn't mind.
Jiang Mingyuan took the mobile phone to the balcony. The glass door of the balcony and the living room was closed, and he could only see the movement and could not hear the sound.
He pressed to answer: "Mom."
"Ming Yuan, are you still at work?" The voice on the other end of the phone was still gentle, as if it was just from the mother's normal concern.
"No, come out and do something."
"Really? That's right. You haven't been back for a long time. I'm cooking tonight. Will you go home for dinner?"
"I have something tonight ..."
"What do you have? It's okay to come back when I'm done. I'll wait for you."
The other person is not telling lies. If she doesn't go back, she can really wait all night. Even if she is emotional, Jiang Mingyuan can't do such a cruel thing, so she can only agree: "I know, I will go back later."
"Then I'll wait for you." Gu Mingli seemed a little happy to let her son submit. Her soft tone seemed to drip, but it made the person on the other side of the phone irritable.
Jiang Mingyuan hung up the phone and kept the same posture in the cold wind for a long time, calmed down, he put his mobile phone in his pocket, opened the door and went in.
"I have something to do first."
"So early, haven't you eaten?" Cheng Huan thought back from his heart, a little surprised.
"No more, I'll tell the stars." He apologized, and turned to walk to the study.
Xingxing painted his masterpiece in the study. Over the next few months, his painting skills have not improved much, but the characters in the painting have been enriched a lot—a father has been added as a permanent population.
Jiang Mingyuan knocked on the door and squatted beside him for a while. He didn't show much about the stars who painted the dad in the painting with red hair. He even nodded arrogantly when the little guy asked whether he looked good or not sentence.
After exaggerating the stars, the children were just happy, Jiang Mingyuan said that he was going to leave.
"Don't you eat?" The mother and the son had the same spirit and asked the same question.
"Dad goes back to eat."
"The dad can't eat what his mother cooks." In the heart of the child, his mother made the best food, but no one else could. He looked at his father with sympathy, turned his eyes, and patted his chest to ensure: "Daddy, don't worry, I'll help you eat more!"
Jiang Mingyuan: "......... Thank you, don't you?"
He bent down and reached out to rub the little belly of the star: "Let Dad see how much you can put on your little belly."
The stars were itchy, and Jiang Mingyuan reached out before he giggled, twisting his body and hiding, and his mouth was enlarged: "I can eat so much!"
Jiang Mingyuan was in a better mood for a while with his son. He held the star on a stool and sat down, and picked up the brush that fell to the ground and handed it to him: "Goodbye baby, father is gone."
"Goodbye, Dad." The star waved his hands, looking heartless, waiting for him to come outside and asking, "Dad, are you still coming tomorrow?"
"Can't come tomorrow." After a day's rest, he will have more things to deal with, and even if he is reluctant, he can only refuse ruthlessly.
"Well, Dad, please go." Xing Xing lowered her head and could not see her expression. He found a black paintbrush and painted Dad's face black.
...
There was a light rain in the sky, and the exterior of the villa was brightly lit. There were servants waiting outside. As soon as the door was opened, there was an umbrella over the head.
Jiang Mingyuan thanked him and took the umbrella. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw someone waiting outside the main building. He quickened his pace and walked in three or two steps, some disagreeing: "It's cold outside, you don't need to come out, mom."
"How long have I not seen you? Would you like to see you sooner?" Gu Mingli smiled and approached holding his hand: "Let me see, is it thin again? You, really Yes, don't keep thinking about work, one should take care of himself. "
Jiang Mingyuan didn't say anything, and his mother walked into the villa with her hand in hand.
As soon as he entered the door, Gu Mingli let go of his hand, pressed him to the sofa and sat down: "You came back too early, I haven't prepared the dishes yet, wait a minute."
"Don't bother." My mother has always been a noble lady who doesn't touch the sun. She remembers the last time she cooked or it was not long after her father died. She made a few dishes and let herself be content at the dinner table. Don't go with those uncles Elders fight.
Because of this past, Jiang Mingyuan didn't have any expectation for "Mom's Taste". He frowned slightly and his attitude was cold: "There is a cook at home, you don't have to cook."
"Is the chef the same as I did?" Gu Mingli said lightly, without waiting for him to say anything, and turned to the kitchen.
The so-called cooking by Gu Mingli is similar to those of the ladies in ancient times. Someone has prepared ingredients for cooking utensils. She only needs to open the fire and put things in. Some of the spices must be prepared in advance, which is different from the chef's own cooking. It's not big, except it's a bit more unpleasant.
Before Jiang Mingyuan returned, she had already prepared a few dishes, and the rest did not take long, and they were all ready in a little while.
"Ming Yuan, have dinner." Watching the maid serving the dishes, Gu Mingli screamed out, her apron hadn't been taken off, her hair was loose, and she looked warmer in the warm yellow light. Wan Wan is a good mother who loves her children.
Jiang Mingyuan didn't touch the scene in front of him. He responded lightly and quit the mailbox to clear the browsing traces. Then he turned off the computer and got up, walking to the restaurant.
"Taste, your favorite vinegar fish as a kid." As soon as he was seated, a chopstick dish was sandwiched in the bowl. Gu Mingli put down her chopsticks and said to him, "Don't always live in your little apartment in the future, Come home and live, isn't it more comfortable living outside? "
"It's more convenient outside." Jiang Mingyuan refused, ignoring the chopstick fish in the bowl and buried his head for dinner.
The person who ate this meal was very uncomfortable. In order to reflect her kind mother's heart, Gu Mingli kept feeding vegetables. These dishes piled up a small hill in the bowl. Jiang Mingyuan did n’t eat it, and she asked with tears Still angry with his mother, Jiang Mingyuan had a split headache and almost dyspepsia after a meal.
After eating, the maid went to clean up the table, Jiang Mingyuan stood to eat, and Gu Mingli next to him continued to ask in the cold, saying that he was wearing too little clothes and was freezing.
She sang a one-man show on her own for a while, and spoke almost the same thing, and finally reached the key point.
"Ming Yuan, have you talked about your girlfriend recently?"
Jiang Mingyuan: "... No." Still preparing for the pursuit.
"I know you don't love me, and I won't urge you anymore. I just want to meet someone who sees the right eye. Remember to bring it back to my mother."
She smiled and said, "You know Mom, you have long wanted to hug your grandson."
Jiang Ming held the water cup at the far end, and when he was a quiet listener, Wen Yan looked up at her.
"Why do you look at your mother like this? Do you really have a son?" Gu Mingli covered her mouth and smiled. "If I have it, I must tell your dad on the incense, he may be so happy."
Jiang Mingyuan shook the corner of his mouth, retracted his gaze, and continued to stare at the glass in front of him.
Seeing this, Gu Mingli secretly gritted her teeth. She also knew that her relationship with her son was not good, but there were some things she had to manage: "If you really have a child, you still have to raise it at home, or stay with people outside for a long time Then people are broken. "
She sighed, as if admonishing: "There is also a need to polish your eyes. Now the women outside are very bad. It ’s okay to play but not to get married. My daughter-in-law of the Jiang family must be the right person, otherwise you go You can't take anything out at any banquet, you can only lose face. "
Jiang Mingyuan can already be sure that she knows the existence of Cheng Huan and Xingxing, and is not interested in listening to those shitless avenues. He put down his cup and stood up: "I have something to deal with, let's go first."
"You are always busy, forget it, knowing you can't stay at home." Gu Mingli sighed, waved her hand, and let people go.
As soon as the door was closed, her face immediately became gloomy, she took out her mobile phone to find a person's contact information, and called over, "Help me check two people and give the results within one week."
"who is it?"
"A shameless slut." She looked grim and changed her vice appearance. "There may also be my grandson. If you find a chance to get his blood, I want to verify it."