Reborn as a top-notch little wife

Xi Changchang hurriedly packed up his things and went in.

When he came out, he saw Zhong Jiamu lying on the ground with the quilt that was originally in the cabinet spread out.

She felt a little more at ease and took off the towel and lay down on the bed.

Of course she was not in the mood to read a novel today, and she was a little tired after shopping all night. Seeing Zhong Jiamu lying there with his eyes closed, probably sleeping, Xi Changchang turned the desk lamp to the darkest setting.

There was complete silence, with only the slightest trace of air-conditioning remaining in the room. The sound of the air conditioner turning could be heard through the music. Such regular and dull turning was not noisy, but had a hypnotic effect.

But Xi Changchang couldn't sleep. Although Zhong Jiamu didn't speak and couldn't even hear his breathing, she felt like never before that he was there, so close.

"Zhong Jiamu." She whispered, still a little worried: "It's too cold on the ground... Do you want to put on an extra quilt?"

"No need." His voice was a little low in the dark night, "This is good..." After a pause, he added: "Very good."

"Oh." Xi Changchang turned over and tried to continue sleeping.

Although I am so tired but not sleepy at all, try counting sheep.

Uh... One sheep jumped over the fence... Two sheep jumped over the fence... Three sheep jumped over the fence... Four Zhongjiamu jumped over the fence... Five Zhongjiamu jumped over the fence

…

A group of white-colored Zhongjiamu bleated at her.

"Zhong Jiamu." She finally gave up her efforts and turned to harassing him, "Are you asleep?"

"No."

Xi Changchang was very interested: "Tell me about you."

"What can I do?"

What a rude question, but she realized that he was really asking the question seriously, leaving Xi Changchang speechless.

After a long time, Zhong Jiamu's voice sounded again: "You want to know?" The voice was a little pleasant.

Xi Changchang nodded and then remembered that he couldn't see it. He immediately said "hmm" and pricked up his ears to listen.

After a long silence, Xi Changchang felt that he might have fallen asleep. Zhong Jiamu finally said, "You better ask me."

-_-!

Could it be that I was organizing language just now, and finally realized that I have no talent for narration? Khan.

This time, Xi Changchang was silent. It was her first time working as an office worker and she didn't know where to start. Everything is difficult at the beginning, so Xi Changchang tried it: "Name."

"Zhong Jiamu."

Embarrassing, he actually answered very seriously. Three black lines were drawn on Xi Changchang's head.

I chose a more common question: "What was it like when you were a child?"

"Very short."

The black line intensified, and Xi Changchang continued to ask patiently: "I'm not asking about your height, but your life."

"fine."

What a concise nonsense, it was as if it had not been said. Xi Changchang changed his approach and decided to start with family ties.

"What kind of person is your mother?"

After a moment of silence, "It's beautiful."

Thinking about Zhong Jiamu's appearance, it goes without saying that his mother should be the kind of person who would be the most powerful person in the country.

In other words...this sentence is still nonsense.

Due to the uncooperation of the interviewee, no, he is not uncooperative, but his eq is completely zero! Xi Changchang's talk show is facing the fate of being cut in half.

After a long silence, Xi Changchang spoke again, a little cautiously: "Have you... ever seen your father?"

Zhong Jiamu did not answer immediately and was silent for a long time. When he spoke again, there was a slight sarcasm in his voice: "Not only me, you have seen it too."

"I?"

"Do you remember the school anniversary before the Chinese New Year?" Zhong Jiamu sneered and said three words: "He Zhenfeng."

With such a meaningless sentence, Xi Changchang was stunned for a moment before he remembered. That school can be regarded as a famous school in X city. Countless graduates have made great achievements. On the 80th anniversary of the school last year, the principal specially invited the old

The principal, old teachers, and students who had become famous after graduation came. The most eye-catching among them was undoubtedly He Zhenfeng.

Even she, who had always only watched entertainment news in newspapers and TV, could recognize him in real life at the first sight, which shows how famous this person is.

I remember that on the school anniversary, he sat on the podium and did not speak. He just sat leisurely, and he had a majestic aura. It was the kind of aura that aristocratic families are born with, and cannot be disguised. I remember that at that time, he was below

While sitting, I heard several girls whispering, "So handsome!" "So handsome!" the words appeared frequently.

This kind of "handsomeness" no longer refers to the kind of appearance that can be packaged for plastic surgery, but the elegance and confidence in every gesture. No matter how powerful Zhong Jiamu's mother is, meeting him is still an unavoidable disaster. More

What's more, according to Zhong Jiamu's age

Judging from the information about that person, that person already had a family background. According to his family and reputation, there is no possibility that Zhong Jiamu’s mother would be kept in the dark. In other words, Zhong Jiamu’s mother

, all this is done willingly, like a moth flying into the flame.

It's just that the fire was so dazzling that it attracted so many moths.

Now that I think about it, Zhong Jiamu actually had the same careless expression as he had imagined, but in Zhong Jiamu it was a lazy evil spirit, while in him it was a restrained and domineering one.

And the thing connecting them is just a passing moth.

This kind of thing, whether it is a good story or a tragic song, no one else knows about it except the people involved. Xi Changchang sighed silently: "Do you hate him?"

Xisuo's voice sounded, and Zhong Jiamu turned over, because they were afraid that Xi's parents next door would notice that they had kept their voices down. Coupled with the silence of midnight, their voices were a little confused: "There's no need, he has

His life, I have mine."

They don't need each other, even though he deposits a considerable amount of money into his card every month, and even though he keeps his place in the school no matter how much he messes around.

They are father and son, but they don't have to meet each other. They don't hate or complain, they just don't care.

When he gave him money, it had nothing to do with family ties, he just felt that he should. Even if he was rejected, he would not feel guilty or indebted.

He doesn't refuse, it has nothing to do with his integrity, it's just a matter of course. Even if he accepts, he won't feel warm or compensated.

Zhong Jiamu silently raised a sarcastic smile: "I have no need for such things as family affection."

Even he himself was originally dispensable, but now in this world, there is one more person in his heart. Just this one person has already filled his chest. He can't afford family love, let alone that.

The feeling of wanting to bear.

The air conditioner had been in sleep mode and stopped running when the temperature dropped to a certain temperature. Xi Changchang suddenly felt cold. The coldness rose up from his lower abdomen and spread to his limbs and veins. It was almost so cold that it made people shiver.

It was so cold that even people's voices sounded strange. She subconsciously touched her belly with her hand, and she heard her slightly off-key voice: "If...I mean if someone is pregnant with your child, what will you do?"

In the darkness, Zhong Jiamu's indifferent voice came over: "I won't want it."

"What would you do if...I mean if someone was pregnant with your child?"

Zhong Jiamu closed his eyes, and it seemed that he could still smell the blood in the white tiles, and the sunshine of sympathy from the people coming and going at the funeral.

He spoke with an indifferent voice: "I won't want it."

If you have to give it up in the end, it would be better if it never existed in the first place.

For a long time, Xi Changchang didn't speak, and there was only the sound of air conditioning in the room.

Zhong Jiamu's heart sank slightly, thinking that she was thinking about Lan Lan again - although there were some things that they tacitly didn't mention, it didn't mean that they hadn't happened. Sometimes all it took was an unintentional word.

, you will find that it has always been between them.

He was suddenly afraid and called her: "..."

It took her a moment to say "Yeah" softly, and then there was a rustling sound as she turned over. Then her voice came through, a little weak, as if with lingering tiredness: "I'm very tired."

Her voice was soft, which strangely soothed his uneasiness. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above, and spoke like he was coaxing a child: "Go to sleep."

She seemed to hum slightly, turned over again, and then there was a long silence.

Xi Changchang pulled up the blanket covering her body, but she still couldn't stop feeling chilly.

When they were in the hospital, Chen Ran held her hand, with the pain in his eyes after struggling, and he said: "Xiaoxiao, as long as you are willing to take away this child, we can still be the same as before."

At that time, she was so distraught and frightened, but she still made this decision.

Even when she was facing the disheveled Yang Xi, even when she decided not to see Zhong Jiamu again.

However, she still wanted to give birth to this child. This was the first life she brought to this world.

She has never told her parents or friends. Even if Zhong Jiamu is by her side now, she doesn't expect him to know.

He was too young, only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was in his third year of high school and college, and there was too much time between him and her.

I never wanted him to know, but when he categorically said that he didn't want it, my heart still stung instantly, and the pain made me shed tears.

The more I tried to suppress it, the harder the tears fell, and they kept falling from the corners of my eyes into my temples. I covered my mouth tightly with a blanket, and even if I cried, I didn't dare to make a sound. My body curled up into a ball, and I even made a sobbing sound.

I had to restrain myself, but I just gritted my teeth, my whole body trembling from holding back my breath.

Someone gently pulled the blanket off her face. She was so inconspicuous that she saw Zhong Jiamu holding a corner of the blanket with one hand.

The lamp on the bedside table was in the dimmest mode, and it cast a dark light on his face. Zhong Jiamu looked at her face full of tears quietly, and there seemed to be sadness in his eyes: "You are still blaming me.

.”

His plain narration was like a long sigh.

"Maybe I really shouldn't have come." A self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips, and his hand gently brushed away the tears on her face: "But, thank you for giving me this day."

Let him know that complete peace and joy.

Xi Changchang just lay there and looked at him, his eyes looking even darker due to tears.

These eyes once looked at him calmly, and he still remembered saying at that time: "Since you have seen it, you have to look at it like this for the rest of your life. Do you understand?"

He wanted her to look at him and be by his side all the time, even though she only passively accepted this feeling.

But seeing the calmness in her eyes, he realized that she would be in such pain even if she just passively accepted what he gave her.

He could only hold back.

Have to let go.

He thought he would never give up, no matter who he faced or anything, but when he saw her wrapped in a blanket and crying secretly, he realized. It turned out that the first person who forced him to give up was himself.

Xi Changchang looked at him, he just stood there looking at her, the sadness in his eyes slowly cooled into a kind of determination.

She was inexplicably flustered, and sure enough, his next sentence was: "I will leave tomorrow. From now on, you will never see me again."

Leaning over and kissing her lightly on the forehead, he actually smiled: "Goodbye."

She turned around and took steps, and with every step she took, she became more aware that he was leaving her and would never see her again.

After walking a few steps, a ball of warmth suddenly rushed up from behind. He was startled, and looked down at the arms wrapped around his waist. Her voice came from behind: "Don't go." Her face was pressed against his.

On his back, he murmured again: "Don't go."

His voice was hoarse, and it took him a long time to speak, as if it was difficult to even speak: "Do you know that if you stay with me now, you will never have the chance to leave me again?"

She didn't speak, she just hugged him tighter.

He stood there and looked down at her clasped hands in front of him. The moonlight seemed to shine with a bright white light in the dark night.

It turns out that she did the same to him.

This thought slowly emerged and became real. In the past ten years, he had never known that he had so much joy in his heart, which almost made his chest hurt. The kind of lost and found was like a traveler who traveled thousands of miles in the dark night and finally found his way in the dark.

I saw a little light in the room, and I was completely overjoyed. It was as if the sweetness would overflow with the slightest ripple.

He turned around and looked at Xi Changchang, who had tears on his face. He wanted to tell her that he would never leave until tomorrow. But he couldn't say a word, he just laughed. He couldn't help it.

He lowered his eyes and saw her bare feet, which showed her eagerness just now, and the corners of her mouth suddenly rose again.

"Is it cold on the ground?" he asked.

"Huh?" Xi Changchang's eyelashes were still wet. Before he could understand, he was hugged by him.

In the middle of screaming, I thought of Mom and Dad Xi who were sleeping peacefully next door, and quickly covered my mouth.

It wasn't until Zhong Jiamu hugged her and lay down on the bed that she pushed him and complained in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

Zhong Jiamu freed up one hand to pull half of the pillow, then placed his paws on her waist naturally, closed his eyes and replied leisurely: "Sleep."

-_-! Xi Changchang was speechless and continued to push him: "Go down and sleep."

Zhong Jiamu opened his eyes and glanced at her lazily: "You were the one who hugged me first just now."

Thinking of his completely subconscious actions just now, Xi Changchang blushed a little.

Zhong Jiamu continued to state: "It was you who told me not to leave just now."

Xi Changchang's head is so low that she can't lift it up...

"I will do as you wish now. I won't go anywhere with you in my arms." Zhong Jiamu came to the conclusion logically and closed his eyes: "Let's sleep."

It sounds like he is very generous, but he always feels that something is wrong... Xi Changchang is a little confused.

Looking up at Zhong Jiamu, who had a matter-of-fact look on his face, Xi Changchang felt that his face looked more and more like a pig kidney... and with the work hat on, he looked like a living uncle.

When I touch my neck again, it seems to be getting thicker and thicker...

Embarrassing... I seem to be getting fooled more and more easily...

Chef Xi pushed Xiao Benshan hard: "Get off!" He said sternly!

Zhong Jiamu turned a deaf ear and closed his eyes, pretending to be erect. He felt Xi Changchang's increasing movements in his arms. Then he reached out and hugged her tighter, resting his chin on her head: "I just want to hold you so well.

"

His voice was confused, like a sigh. Xi Changchang softened up inexplicably, and curled up in his arms. Her head rested on his chest, and his chest rose and fell regularly with every breath he took. They were so close.

, as if you can hear his heartbeat.

Quiet and peaceful, she felt warm and at ease.

In such silence, Zhong Jiamu's deep voice came from above his head: "Why are you crying?"

After a moment of silence, Xi Changchang's voice came to mind: "Nothing, I just thought of the plot of a novel."

"Idiot." The Zhong family had no doubt that he was there. His chest shook slightly as he spoke, and he felt helpless: "Don't look at those things again in the future."

Xi Changchang unconsciously looked at a point in the sky, and after a while he whispered back: "Yeah."

Perhaps he was too tired, so Xi Changchang fell asleep unconsciously.

When she woke up, she was still in Zhong Jiamu's arms. He still had his eyes closed, his arms were pillowed by her, and his face was turned to her. He didn't have the careless look he had when he woke up, more like a child.

She moved her hand up to touch the mobile phone beside the pillow. It turned out that it was already past nine o'clock. She smiled and gently pushed away Zhong Jiamu's hand on her waist, and was about to sit up.

She just stood up, but was pulled down again. Half of Zhong Jiamu's body was leaning on her, pouting like a kid begging for candy: "Good morning kiss."

His face was so close that Xi Changchang was a little embarrassed: "Stop making trouble."

Zhong Jiamu's entire upper body weight was on her, and his head was buried in her neck: "If you don't give me, I won't let you go."

The tone turned out to be deceptive.

Xi Changchang had no choice but to kiss him on the face quickly. Even though she was a little shy, she still blushed and pushed him: "Okay, let me get up."

Zhong Jiamu stood up and looked at her with a half-smile: "The time is too short and the position is wrong. I ask for rework."

Looking at the coquettish face in front of her, Xi Changchang suddenly began to miss the Zhong Jiamu who had ignored her when they first met.

After racking her brains, she struggled: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

-_-! She was stunned when she said it, what kind of bad excuse is this... Embarrassing...

Sure enough, Zhong Jiamu was stunned for a moment, leaned his head over, and smiled softly: "Don't worry, I don't dislike you." His voice became lower and lower, and the last word "you" was lost in the warm lips and teeth.

It wasn't until I splashed it with cold water in the bathroom that my face was still bruised.

The mirror above the sink truly reflected a person. His cheeks were red and his eyes were as bright as a pool of spring water. Coupled with some red and swollen lips, the whole person looked like he was wearing makeup.

, it actually feels a bit radiant.

Love is indeed the best cosmetic for women.

The only love I had ever had was with Chen Ran, while eating and shopping. Although it was a little sweet, it was more about the rational rules of adults, like a silent river, and the final destination of every turn was clear. But Zhong

Jia Mu has a kind of primitive, unthinking and almost dizzying enthusiasm. At first, you just think that he is like a piece of ice, but once he is willing to let you get close, you will find that he is actually a ball of fire, almost like a piece of fire.

Naive and reckless.

She wasn't that naive, but she couldn't refuse.

Just as she was thinking, she suddenly heard the ringing of a mobile phone outside. She walked out and saw Zhong Jiamu standing by the window talking on the phone.

He said he was talking on the phone, but in fact he was just impatiently perfunctory. After a couple of hums, he hung up the phone and closed the phone.

Xi Changchang was a little curious: "Who is it?"

Zhong Jiamu looked indifferent: "Song Qin, asked me for his precious car."

"Oh." Xi Changchang nodded, and then he remembered that he drove here without a license, and couldn't help but ask: "Where is the car?"

Zhong Jiamu turned his head and thought about it seriously, and then answered innocently: "I don't know."

…

In fact, the car was still in the community, but was towed by guards from where Zhong Jiamu parked to a public institution near the community.

When they went to the security guard again, they received a few looks at them as the troublemakers and received lukewarm answers. Then they went to the public institution to drive out the car, and it was already past noon.