In the private room.

While Chen Fu was not here, Cheng Qingyun held her chin and started to settle the score: "I went to Qingdao two days ago, how did your dad chase after me?"

Jiang Shutong took a sip of lemon and honey water, her eyebrows were sparse, and she said calmly: "It's not me."

"Who else can you do?" Cheng Qingyun knocked on the table and paused word by word: "Who else knows that I went to Qingdao?"

Jiang Shutong was silent for two seconds and said, "Grandma."

He leaned back on the chair, looked up at Cheng Qingyun, and repeated calmly: "I am the grandmother."

“…”

Cheng Qingyun was a little speechless.

"Mom." Jiang Shutong looked out the window, paused for a moment, as if recalling something, "My dad missed it back then, but he always had you in his heart."

This seems to be the first time in many years that Jiang Shutong took the initiative to talk about these things.

The poured tea accidentally overflowed, and Cheng Qingyun took out a tissue to wipe it.

She threw the paper into the trash can and then slowly spoke: "In the years when your grandfather passed away, I kept thinking, if your father hadn't been in the social engagement that night, if the snow was a little lighter that day..."

"If I hadn't relied on your dad and asked for help when he didn't answer the first call...will the result be different?"

Looking back on the heavy snow that night, the chaotic shouts, and the cold corridors of the hospital...

Jiang Shutong's eyes dimmed.

Cheng Qingyun continued: "Later, I felt that I didn't seem to be qualified to hate him, I should hate myself."

"Later your grandmother advised me that your grandfather has gone, and no one who is alive should be punished every night."

"So your dad did nothing wrong. Some things are not right or wrong. We are not suitable for us. I like to be stable and he insists on going for a long journey. My youth is your childhood..."

When Cheng Qingyun said this, she sighed in a long sigh, "He can't afford to pay no matter how much money he takes."

Jiang Shutong put one hand on the side of the seat, and the fingertips of the other hand unconsciously rubbed the edge of the porcelain cup.

I don’t know what I remembered, but he smiled, “My childhood is a pretty good life.”

Cheng Qingyun snorted, "You have been doing well. You either fight or skip school. Someone came to your house to complain every few days. Have you been calm?"

The chaos at that time was still vivid in my mind. Cheng Qingyun was angry when she thought of these bastards and picked up a cushion and threw it over.

Jiang Shutong tilted his head and dodged it, touched his nose without refuting.

Two waiters came in to deliver cold dishes and caught a glimpse of this scene. They looked at each other and didn't dare to come out. They put down the plate and exited at a speed of light.

"I've had a meal with Jiang Shu, female!!!"

"Well, I have eyes, and I go in one after another. The woman's temperament is so amazing, and they are so close, it won't be-"

"Is that need to be said? It must be a secret girlfriend or something. By the way, Jiang Shutong has not had any scandals for so many years, so has he already had a girlfriend outside the circle?"

"How old do you think that woman is?"

"I didn't dare to look carefully with her hair. She should be quite old, but she is well maintained. I guess..."

The two of them were chatting while walking, and met Chen Fu who was rushing to the sky, watching her enter the private room and not withdrawing for a long time. The two were completely in chaos-

"Has she gone wrong?"

"Why did another one come?"

"Shocked, a famous movie star in Hengdian secretly met two women?"

"...You can go to work at UC tomorrow."

"However, the one behind looks familiar, and I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"Which little star is it?"

"No, I seem to have seen it in the hotel in the past two days."

"For my secret girlfriend, I think the one behind me is more like that."

...

Although they are curious, they cannot spy on the gossip of Jiang Shutong's status. If they can't do it well, they will have to roll up the bed and leave.

Chen Fu entered the private room but didn't see Cheng Qingyun.

Jiang Shutong leaned on the back of the chair, lowered her eyebrows and looked at her phone, and raised her head when she heard the movement.

He raised his elbow and put it on the table in front, and sat upright slightly.

Chen Fu took her feet back and looked around to seek a protective umbrella, "—Where is Aunt?"

Jiang Shutong: "..."

Does he look fierce?

Jiang Shutong threw away his cell phone and explained: "The bathroom."

Chen Fu said "Oh" and moved to Jiang Shutong and sat down diagonally.

Unfortunately, the four-person table was not much larger, and his legs were long. Chen Fu lowered her head slightly and could catch a glimpse of his clean leather shoes and soft trousers.

Looking further up, he was still wearing the same shirt, with two buckles unbuttoned, and the reverse-sleeved design revealed half of his slender arms.

Now, those hands with distinct joints were pinching the teapot and pouring water for her.

In the evening, yelling at him on the balcony was emotional, and bullying him through the phone was also supported by someone.

Seeing myself again now, under the visual impact, the momentum in Chen Fu's heart instantly fell on the ice like boiling water, and the "squeak" dissipated without a trace.

"That." She tried to discuss: "Can we think... anything happened?"

Seeing her look like "I know I'm wrong, but don't bother with me", Jiang Shutong was a little funny.

He pinched the porcelain cup and put it on the table in front of her, making a crisp sound, biting it and asking lightly: "Do you think it's OK?"

“…”

Chen Fu put his hand on his neck restlessly and stammered: "I think...is it OK?"

She said pitifully in the second half of the sentence, and Jiang Shutong almost couldn't hold it back.

He now found that this girl was accustomed to doing superficial skills, but in fact she didn't know what she was thinking.

"I don't think so."

Chen Fu collapsed her shoulders, "Didn't I just told you that I'm sorry on the phone? And-"

After a few words, she revealed her true colors again and pointed to the bathroom, "Auntie is still here."

“…”

OK.

Jiang Shutong tightened his back groove.

Feeling his gaze, Chen Fu immediately lowered her head, "I, I have no intention of threatening you."

“…”

He almost believed it.

After thinking about it, he still asked: "Where did you learn the word "dog man"?"

"Do you still need to learn this word?" Chen Fu murmured in a low voice: "Why do you still remember it?"

Jiang Shutong: "..."

If you hear it correctly, the subtext here should be: Why are you so scrupulous?

He suddenly remembered something, stretched his palm forward, and knocked on the table with his finger bones: "Take the phone and let me see."

"What are you doing?" Chen Fu was alert.

Jiang Shu said together: "Look at what notes you gave me."

Note? Chen Fu blinked her eyes, panicked, and subconsciously shook her head.

The note she gave him was "S Jun", and the back series drawn on Weibo was also "S Jun". If he knew about Weibo in the future, he would be so smart that he would know everything.

Thinking of this, Chen Fu continued to shake her head, and said in a firm tone: "No."

"Why not?"

“…This is my personal**.”

Chen Fu found a reason that seemed impeccable.

Little did she know that in Jiang Shutong's eyes, she was now full of guilt.

Cheng Qingyun wiped her hands and came out of the bathroom and asked casually: "What are you talking about?"

Chen Fu held the teacup and breathed a sigh of relief, "No, I didn't talk about anything."

"Why don't you move your chopsticks?" Cheng Qingyun pulled open the chair and sat down, and asked Jiang Shutong again: "When will you go back to Beijing?"

Jiang Shutong's eyes slowly moved away from Chen Fu's body, and then said, "The day after tomorrow."
To be continued...