The early morning light mixed with clouds emerged from the horizon, and for about an instant, the sky became bright.

Mu Chengcheng woke up from his bed at home, reached out and grabbed a dressing gown and wrapped it around himself.

The mobile phone at hand was fully charged. Mu Chengcheng called "Auntie", and a kind-looking, round and smaller aunt ran in.

"Chengcheng, wake up, breakfast is already ready."

Mu Chengcheng stretched out his arms and hugged her: "Aunt Jiang, you are finally back."

Aunt Jiang is Mu Chengcheng's live-in nanny who has taken care of her for three years. She is responsible for her daily food and clothing. She is a good cook and has a very gentle and honest temper. Mu Chengcheng likes her very much.

"How's it going? Is your daughter's wedding going well?" Mu Chengcheng opened his left hand and picked up nuts one by one and put them into his mouth.

Aunt Jiang said with a smile while making the bed: "It's lively. Relatives from all over the country are here. In the countryside, I ate on the flowing water mat for three days. Fortunately, I have been a blessing to you in the past few years. I hired a team of cooks to help. Otherwise,

It makes me so tired."

Mu Chengcheng smiled and leaned against the door frame: "How is your son-in-law?"

"I used to be a soldier, but now I am working at the county police station."

"Well, not bad."

"Chengcheng..." Aunt Jiang took out a blue velvet box from under the pillow: "Why is this jewelry box under the pillow? Do you still want it?"

Fuzzy memories mixed with water vapor popped out from the edge of my mind.

It was that day when Lan Chaojin was drunk and barged in and forced the engagement ring on her.

Mu Chengcheng pointed to the dressing table: "Put it there first."

After Aunt Jiang came back, the house became much cleaner and tidier. There were no Japanese dramas on the set in the morning, so Mu Chengcheng had time to pick out a half-read book and nestle it on the lazy sofa by the window.

After a while, the doorbell rang, and Aunt Jiang went to open the door.

Standing at the door was Lan Chaojin in a crisp suit. Aunt Jiang had never seen him before, so she was stunned for a few seconds, raised her head and asked, "Chengcheng, do you have friends here..."

Mu Chengcheng wore soft silk pajamas, pulled up his bangs with a hairband, and exposed his smooth forehead. He ran out barefoot, only to see Lan Chaojin in formal clothes, holding a bunch of fresh flowers in his hand.

tulip.

Mu Chengcheng was stunned for a moment, then he casually took off the hairband on his forehead and lowered his voice: "What are you doing here so early?"

Lan Chaojin smiled softly and stretched out her hand to touch Mu Chengcheng's head, but she dodged it and said to Aunt Jiang familiarly: "I am her fiancé."

Aunt Jiang had a surprised look on her face, but she didn't dare to go beyond that. She just nodded, stepped back, and plunged into the kitchen wondering what she was busy with.

After Lan Chaojin entered the door, he hung his suit jacket in the closet very familiarly, then took off his tie, loosened a few buttons, rolled the cuffs on his forearms, held the bouquet of pink tulips, found a glass vase, and carefully

Carefully put the flower branches into the bottle.

While he was doing all this, Mu Chengcheng changed his clothes like a visitor, put on simple and neat makeup, and put his hair on his shoulders smoothly and smoothly, neither warm nor unfamiliar.

"Chengcheng..." Lan Chaojin could always catch Mu Chengcheng's figure immediately. He raised his side eyes slightly and waved to her: "Come."

Mu Chengcheng raised his chin and hesitated for a moment before walking over, but keeping a safe distance.

Lan Chaojin pushed the vase in front of Mu Chengcheng and raised his eyes slightly. The water in his eyes was full of color, and there was a heavy and joyful expression as if a thousand sails had sailed over.

Lan Chaojin did not ask, but Mu Chengcheng replied: "It looks good."

At this time, Aunt Jiang came out of the kitchen, her simple smile couldn't hide her love for Lan Chaojin: "Chengcheng, I happened to love abalone at noon, and I also have half a black-bone chicken. Let's make a soup and cook what you like.

Abalone braised pork, two stir-fried green vegetables, for greens, romaine lettuce and stir-fried kale?”

Mu Chengcheng smiled softly, and the alienation towards Lan Chaojin disappeared from his eyes: "Anything is fine, Aunt Jiang."

Lan Chaojin's eyes suddenly turned cold following Mu Chengcheng's voice.

He lowered his eyes and waited for Aunt Jiang to retreat into the kitchen before asking: "Which relative of yours did I think she was..."

Mu Chengcheng took a sip of water: "That's almost it. She has taken care of me for three years, just like a family member."

Lan Chaojin took out a paper towel and wiped the side of the coffee cup that Aunt Jiang brought to him, and then drank it slowly: "Chengcheng, I thought you were born in a superior position and had broad knowledge, so you should understand people.

There is a need for distance between you and others..."

Mu Chengcheng was displeased: "What are you talking about?"

The corners of Lan Chaojin's eyes froze slightly, and he laughed again: "Nothing, by the way, there is good news, you will definitely be happy."

"Li Shan, that veteran actor is willing to come and act for you." Lan Chaojin is very good at winning Mu Chengcheng's favor. He knows Mu Chengcheng's thoughts very well.

Mu Chengcheng, who had been sullen just now, immediately lit up his eyes: "Really? How did you do it? How could a person of this movie king's level just let people play for him so casually?"

Lan Chaojin raised the corners of his lips confidently: "You are the prospective daughter-in-law of our Lan family, not someone else."

Lan Chaojin's voice is very pleasant, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning. In addition, his speaking speed is very slow, which makes it difficult for people to resist.

Mu Chengcheng's cheeks turned red and he glanced to the side: "There's still a while until lunch, do you want to watch a movie?"

Lan Chaojin obviously had no reason to refuse. He walked to the living room, found the video, took a soft cushion and handed it to Mu Chengcheng: "It's rare."

Mu Chengcheng smiled warmly: "You are so considerate, how come you don't have a girlfriend."

Lan Chaojin sat down lazily: "It's not that I don't have a girlfriend, it's that I don't have a girlfriend that I like."

"No one ever said you were arrogant?" Mu Chengcheng frowned.

"I know, but this is who I am."

When a movie ended, Aunt Jiang just walked out the door with a steaming soup pot and said, "Chengcheng, come to eat."

Mu Chengcheng habitually threw the pillow aside and walked towards the restaurant barefoot, while Lan Chaojin followed slowly behind, carrying Mu Chengcheng's home shoes.

The morning sunshine filled the entire restaurant. Aunt Jiang looked at Lan Chaojin and liked it more and more, so she said warmly: "I didn't even ask Mr. what his taboos were, so I just made these dishes randomly. Take a look.

Just make do with two bites."

With that said, he handed Lan Chaojin a bowl of soup.

Lan Chaojin took it silently and sat upright opposite Mu Chengcheng.

"Aunt Jiang, come and eat too." Mu Chengcheng was naturally unceremonious. She pulled up the chair beside her and waved.

Aunt Jiang smiled and nodded, then turned around and went to the kitchen to get her own dishes and chopsticks.

At this time, Lan Chaojin said: "You want auntie to eat at the same table with you?"

Mu Chengcheng raised his eyes: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Of course it's not appropriate. There must be rules at home." Lan Chaojin spoke concisely, but every word was like a knife hanging on it, which made people's ears uncomfortable.

Mu Chengcheng calmed down and explained: "I know that the Lan family has a big business and strict rules, but our family is not the same. Besides, I moved out by myself when I became an adult. Aunt Jiang is a relative, and I don't care for her as a nanny.

..."

Lan Chaojin looked at the soup in the bowl, which was golden in color, took a small sip, and said warmly: "I will adapt."

After she finished speaking for a moment, Aunt Jiang walked out with an awkward smile and pointed to the kitchen: "The kitchen is still a little messy, you guys should eat first."

Mu Chengcheng's ability to observe people's emotions was naturally extraordinary. She knew at a glance that Aunt Jiang must have heard Lan Chaojin's attitude and was a little concerned about it. She deliberately tried to win over Lan Chaojin, so it was better to leave space for each other, so she smiled warmly: "This chicken soup is so delicious, you can give it to yourself."

Are there any left?"
Chapter completed!