Life With You

If it were not for George Sheng to do good deeds behind his back without leaving a name, the fire would not burn the Dong family, and Dang Yi would not be so happy at the meeting today. He was not stingy with words of praise and lived well in front of Song Yuanqing. Complimented George Sheng.

In a great mood, Dang Yi wanted to make it better, so he called Dang Zhen, and the other party connected. He smiled like a temperless daughter slave, and his voice became a little rounder. He asked: "Yuan Yuan, busy ?"

Dang Zhen's voice was as usual and replied lukewarm: "It's okay."

Dang Yi said: "Are you at work or at home?"

"At home."

"Oh, that's just right. I'll pass by in a while. If you have time, I'll go up and see you."

When everything was said to this point, Dang Zhen couldn't refuse, and said, "Come on."

Only three words were enough for Dang Yi to be happy. He hung up the phone. He ordered people to prepare a car. First, go to an old shop in Yecheng to buy Dang Zhen’s favorite preserved fruit. She is not a sweet tooth, but she always likes it. Eat preserved fruits, and only eat this old store.

In the early years, Dang Yi wanted to do what she liked and bought a lot of sweets and snacks for her. She was indifferent. After asking, she realized that she just liked the taste of her childhood.

It’s not so much taste, as it’s memory. There are very few things in childhood. Whether you eat or play, even if you are born in a party family, it is this "no other choice" that has become today's weak Three thousand water, just take one scoop'.

Dang Yi personally went to the store to select Dang Zhen’s candied fruit. The driver opened the door for him. He bent down and sat in. When the car moved forward smoothly, the driver smiled and chatted with him. It can be described by leaps and bounds."

When Dang Yi heard this, there was a smile in his eyes, "Really?"

"Yes, you have been to the second lady's house for the second time this month."

In the end, Dang Yi raised his lips and beamed his eyebrows. Although it is normal for ordinary fathers to visit their daughters, the situation in his family is not ordinary after all.

Dang Yi said: "She is in a good mood."

The driver said: "It seems that Miss Er likes her new friend very much."

Dang Yi uttered an ‘um’, and while he was relieved, he was a little bit savory, savouring his own status in the eyes of his daughter.

The driver said: "Look, if you relax a little bit, the relationship between you and the second lady will definitely ease. When there are more friends around the second lady, you may find someone you like someday."

Dang Yi’s first reaction was who in George Sheng’s circle was suitable for Dang Zhen. First of all, Yuan Bao and Tong Hao must not do. They are blood lickers on the edge of the knife. To put it a bit ugly, there is no tomorrow. Dang Zhen agreed with him. Can’t agree. Except for these two singles, the rest are like Ruan Boyan, who is engaged in cultural business at home. They were selected by Shao Yitong. Chang Bin’s son was of the right age. He had trouble with Diana. Chang Bin’s hair was all white.

That's right, Dang Yi had already asked people to find out the people Dang Zhen might meet, but there was no suitable candidate. "Come on, I will help her find some."

When he came to the door of Dang Zhen's house, Dang Yi rang the doorbell. She opened the door to let him in. First, she said ‘sit’, and then said, “I’ll go to the kitchen.”

Seeing her walking to the kitchen quickly, Dang Yi was really surprised. This daughter, from head to toe, is nothing like a lady of the official family, except for her fingers that do not touch the sun and spring water, let alone cooking, she has no interest in food. To eat is to live.

So Dang Zhen went into the kitchen, and Dang Yi followed curiously. After approaching, she discovered that she was standing in front of the steaming pot, focusing and carefully putting a plate on the lid. Dang Yi hurriedly said: " I'll come, you be careful..."

Dang Zhen didn't give him the plate, but put it on it tremblingly. Dang Yi looked at the small dumplings on the plate and said, "What are you going to do?"

Dang Zhen turned on the fire and covered the pot, as if he had finished a full table of full-man seats, and replied: "Steamed dumplings."

Dang Yi smiled, "You can even make steamed dumplings?"

Dang Zhen subconsciously said: "The last time I ate, Yuan Bao told..." Halfway through, she paused, withdrawn her joyful expression, and changed her words: "A friend told me."

Upon seeing this, Dang Yi said: "I know the ingot."

Dang Zhen immediately raised her eyes, and her eyes were wary. Dang Yi knew what she was thinking and had to explain: "I know he is half of Qiao's family, and George Sheng is the son-in-law of a close colleague of mine. I didn't bother your friends. At most, I mentioned it while chatting with my friends."

Dang Yi did not deny it entirely, but he could not directly admit that he had checked the Yuanbao, so as not to upset the party.

He was half-truth, Dang Zhen didn't know if he believed it or didn't care, but said, "Song Yuanqing?"

Dang Yi said, "Do you still know him?"

Dang Zhen replied: "I have met Song Xi, and she asked me to come out for dinner when she had time."

Dang Yi smiled, "If you like, you can move around more."

Dang Zhen didn't answer the question, and Dang Yi picked it up by himself, "What are you painting recently?"

"fairy tale."

"fairy tale?"

The two of them did not stay in the kitchen, and went to her studio one after the other. On Dang Zhen’s desk, there were many well-painted and half-completed paintings, square, each of which was forty centimeters long and short, and Dang Yi casually handled it. Pick up two of them. The picture above shows two dragons, one black and one white, and another one has two children on it, one male and one female, and two dragons, one black and one white, following them.

Every time the political leader comes to Dang Zhen, he is like a curious old man. He is surprised when he sees everything. Now he asks: "How do you think of drawing fairy tales?"

Dang Zhen said: "Song Xi was a little depressed after giving birth, and wanted to give her something to make her feel better after seeing it.

Dang Yi said: "I like such a beautiful painting, and she will definitely like it."

The two were chatting in the studio. For about ten to twenty minutes, Dang Yi raised his head and said to Dang Zhen, "Do you smell anything?"

Sitting behind the desk, Dang Zhen just wanted to say no, but she also smelled it. Three seconds later, she immediately stood up and walked to the kitchen.

The water in the steamer was already dry, and a choking white smoke rose from the kitchen, and the dumplings in the pot were taken out, which tasted like barbecue.

Originally, Dang Zhen wanted to show his hand in front of Dang Yi, proving that he is living a very “exquisite” life. However, seeing the pot that was about to catch fire, Dang Yi took the lead and rushed to turn off the fire, and then waited for the glove to bring the pot down. Put it in the sink, if it were her, she would be too anxious to get started.

That's the case. Dang Yi looked at the dumplings and said, "Give me a pair of chopsticks."

Dang Zhen asked: "What are you doing?"

Dang Yi said, "The first time my daughter cooks, I have to give a taste of face."

Dang Zhen stood there and didn't move, her expression didn't seem to have any emotional changes, but her heart was sore. She has treated him badly these years, she knew in her heart.

Seeing Dang Yi staring at the plate of choking dumplings, wondering where to start, Dang Zhen finally couldn't bear it, sighed secretly, and said: "Are you free?"

Dang Yi turned his head, and Dang Zhen said, "There is a restaurant downstairs. I will invite you to dinner."

Naturally, Dang Yi was free. The two put on their coats and went downstairs together. They were walking across the street when they suddenly heard someone shouting: "Dang Zhen."

Dang Zhen and Dang Yi turned their heads at the same time, but saw a car parked two meters behind them, the window of the driver's seat was lowered, a gentle and beautiful face, wearing a white mohair sweater, with a slight fluff stroking His straight and tough collarbone is a collision of two extremes, but only the right thing is left on him.

The man got out of the car and walked, Dang Zhen said with a smile, "Yuan Bao."