Wang Zhen had been under pressure because of his divorce with Feng Ya. The Feng Family not only wanted him to leave the marriage with nothing, but also his company.

Feng Ping had been pressuring him recently. The Wei Family was his last hope.

Wei Sha listened to him and replied casually, "Don't worry. My brother is following up."

Wang Zhen frowned. He had heard such perfunctory words many times.

He rubbed his hands subconsciously and said, "You know that Feng Ping is ruthless. My small company is no match for him. If you didn't help me behind the scenes …"

Wei Sha was obviously impatient. Fortunately, her driver brought her the perfume. "Miss, the perfume you asked for."

Wei Sha's eyes finally left the phone. She looked up at the perfume on the table and said, "Yes." She put down the phone and sprayed the perfume into the air. "It smells good."

Wang Zhen's words were interrupted, and it wasn't good for him to continue.

He pursed his lips and said with a smile, "Yes, it suits you very well."

"Yes." Wei Sha finally gave him a smile. "Didn't you say there was a Christmas event?

Let's go. "

"Okay."

Wang Zhen picked up his coat from the chair and walked out of the dessert shop with Wei Sha.

Jiang Ran had just finished tidying up the living room. Feng Jing wanted to help her, but she arranged for him to play with Er Huang in the name of an injured patient.

Seeing that the sun had begun to set, Jiang Ran went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Feng Ya bought a lot of things for her. She picked out some dishes that Feng Jing didn't dislike and planned to make some home-cooked dishes.

Dinner was not as sumptuous as lunch. The two of them ate happily, but they pretended not to see the broken wine in the fridge.

He insisted on washing the dishes after dinner, so Jiang Ran let him do it.

When Feng Jing finished washing the dishes, he found a bag of Christmas candy and a card on the clean table.

The card was wrapped in an envelope. There was a picture of a Christmas tree on it, and the words "For Feng Jing" were written on it.

"What's this?" Feng Jing picked up the envelope and candy and waved it at Jiang Ran.

Jiang Ran was playing with Er Huang. Hearing his words, he looked back and said, "Oh, a Christmas present for you.

You can eat the candy now, but you can't open the card until you get back. "

Feng Jing couldn't help but laugh. "What did you write? Why are you so mysterious?"

Jiang Ran said, "I'm not telling you. Anyway, you can't open it now."

"Alright, alright."

Feng Jing didn't even open the candies. He planned to go back and open them together. "I was in the hospital before, so I didn't have time to prepare a gift for you."

"It doesn't matter. My gift is very casual anyway."

Feng Jing laughed. "I think it's okay. It's quite cute."

Just as he was talking, Uncle Zhou called and said that he was already waiting downstairs.

Feng Jing looked at his watch and said with some dissatisfaction, "It's not even eight o 'clock yet. Are you going back so early?"

Uncle Zhou said, "This place is far from the Feng Family, and there are many people on the street today. It will probably be nine o 'clock when you get home.

The doctor said that you have to rest well. You must go to bed before ten o 'clock. "

"…" Feng Jing didn't say anything. He was thinking of an excuse to make Uncle Zhou wait for him for a while.

Jiang Ran knew that Uncle Zhou was coming to pick him up. She walked to the balcony and looked down. She saw Uncle Zhou. "Uncle Zhou is here for you. You should go back quickly."

Feng Jing: "…"

At this time, the nightlife hadn't started yet!

"Woof." Even Er Huang barked at him, as if urging him to go back and rest early.

Feng Jing had to respond helplessly. "Okay, I'll come down after I tidy up."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jing seemed unhappy. Jiang Ran went up to him and pinched his face. She coaxed, "Okay, I'll come and play with you tomorrow."

"…" This line made him feel like he was being treated like a child again. However, he would be a puppy if he didn't take advantage of it. "You're comforting me like this?

You just pinched my face and that's it?

You should at least kiss me. "

Jiang Ran knew that he was raising the price, but she still waved at him and said, "Bend over a little."

Feng Jing bent over obediently. Jiang Ran tiptoed and kissed him on the lips. "Is this okay?"

No.

Feng Jing wanted to say that, but he stopped himself in the end. "Then I'll wait for you tomorrow."

"Okay."

Feng Jing picked up his Christmas present, put on his coat, and went out.

Jiang Ran had been watching from the balcony. After a while, Feng Jing walked out of the building.

As if he had sensed something, he suddenly turned around and looked upstairs.

Jiang Ran was stunned for a moment. Then, she smiled and waved at him.

Feng Jing's frown gradually relaxed, and he waved back.

Jiang Ran saw Feng Jing get into Uncle Zhou's car, and then returned to the living room.

She changed the bedsheets and pillowcases. She was too lazy to pack her luggage. She took her pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Feng Jing sat in the car and watched the street lights go by one by one. Tonight, the streets were very lively, and there were people playing and playing everywhere.

When he was waiting for a red light, he counted the number of couples outside the car out of boredom.

When he counted to the seventh couple, he couldn't count anymore.

He felt inexplicably irritable. He opened the Christmas candy that Jiang Ran gave him, picked a red one, and put it into his mouth.

This candy had a very unique taste. He couldn't tell what it was. After he gently bit into it, he found that it was wrapped in nuts.

The sweet taste spread in his mouth and calmed Feng Jing's irritable mood.

A smile finally appeared at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the envelope that was wrapped properly.

It should be okay to open it now, right?

While thinking of this, his slender fingers had already torn open the envelope and taken out the … letter inside?

Feng Jing was a little confused. He had always thought that it was a Christmas card inside.

Eh, why did this letter look a little familiar?

He only thought for a second before he realized that he had seen this letter somewhere before.

After realizing this, his entire heart was in a state of panic.

He quickly unfolded it and looked at the content in the light outside the car.

It was really the proposal letter that he wrote to Jiang Ran.

Feng Jing felt that his head was about to explode into a mass of paste. He couldn't think about anything, but a lot of thoughts were circulating in his mind. How could Jiang Ran have this letter?

Where did she find it?

When did she see it?

Feng Jing found that in this short moment, his palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat.

The moment the car started, his eyes fell on the bottom of the letter.

"Very happy to."

Feng Jing's pupils shrank slightly.

This sentence was not written by him. This was obviously not his handwriting. This was … Jiang Ran's handwriting.

He stared at these four words for a few minutes, and his brain gradually began to understand the meaning of these four words.

— I don't know if I have the honor to be your family member?

— Very happy to.

"Uncle Zhou, stop the car!" Feng Jing suddenly grabbed the seat and stood up. "Go back to Zhenshui Village!"

Uncle Zhou was frightened by his movement. He could see that he was very anxious, and his eyes were a little red.

He didn't say anything to stop him. He just asked Feng Jing to sit back and fasten his seat belt again. "You can't turn around here. I'll drive to the intersection ahead."

Feng Jing was in a daze, but he also seemed to be very clear. He held the letter tightly in his hand, as if he had grabbed a treasure.

The return trip seemed to be faster than the departure. When Feng Jing came to his senses, the car had been parked downstairs of Jiang Ran's house again.

Feng Jing rushed out of the car almost as soon as the car stopped.

Uncle Zhou looked at his hurried back and got out of the car to light a cigarette. "It's good to be young."

Jiang Ran was drying her hair when she heard the doorbell in a daze.

She tilted her head in confusion and turned off the hairdryer. This time, the knocking sound was even clearer.

"Woof, woof!"

Er Huang was also barking at the door. Jiang Ran put down the hairdryer and walked over to take a look.

It turned out to be Feng Jing.

"Did you forget something …" She opened the door. Before she could finish speaking, Feng Jing hugged her.

"…"

Feng Jing hugged her very tightly. She could hear his rapid breathing above her head, as if he had just finished an 800-meter run.

"Yes, I forgot my heart here."

Jiang Ran: "…"

He suddenly ran back just to flirt with her?

"Come in first." She pushed away Feng Jing's hand that was like an iron clamp around her body.

Feng Jing finally let go of her, stepped forward and closed the door behind him.

"This …" Feng Jing raised the letter in his hand and faced Jiang Ran. "Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

The moment Jiang Ran saw the letter in his hand, her face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. "This … Shouldn't you explain this to me?"

"I want to propose to you, but I haven't thought about it yet. I don't know when to give it to you …" Feng Jing was a little incoherent, and Jiang Ran's face turned a little redder in his words.

She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Feng Jing. "That day, Michel and I went to your house, the house in Huadu in Nanting. He said he would bring you some clothes … Then I went to your room and accidentally saw this letter."

"I remember that I put the letter in the drawer." Feng Jing's voice came from above her head.

Jiang Ran was even more ashamed. "Then remember to close the drawer!"

"…" Feng Jing was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously smiled. "It's my fault."

Jiang Ran curled the corner of her mouth and complained, "Did you peek at the letter again?

I told you to read it when you got home. "

"It's my fault." Feng Jing repeated this sentence, gently lifted Jiang Ran's chin, and kissed her lips.

His kiss was very light and soft, with a strong breath that belonged to him, and easily made Jiang Ran sink.

He held her waist, turned her around, pressed her against the door, and gradually deepened the kiss.

Their clothes were taken off one by one, but their body temperature was still rising uncontrollably.

Jiang Ran had just taken a shower, and her hair was not dry yet. The half-wet ends of her hair were stuck to her neck, and a drop of water slowly slid down her hair.

Feng Jing leaned over and licked the drop of water into his mouth. The tip of his tongue touched Jiang Ran's skin, and she couldn't help but shiver.

She knew what he wanted to do, and his body told her honestly.

She was gradually swallowed by the charming atmosphere, but she didn't forget the doctor's advice. "You've just been discharged, and you can't do strenuous exercise."

"…" Feng Jing didn't expect her to remember this at this time. "Don't worry, it's okay."

"Your body … can't …"

"You think my body can't?"

"…" She didn't mean that!

"I remember that you have condoms in your warehouse, right?

The 0.01 mm one. "

Feng Jing rubbed against her body ambiguously. "I'll let you know right away."

Jiang Ran: "…"