After dinner, Xia Xinnian left the time to her father and son. She went upstairs with her computer and some information.
The housekeeper uncle sent her trip to a guest room, which is where Xia Xinnian will live in the future.
"Miss Xia, if you need anything, just tell me. Next door is the young master's bedroom!"
The housekeeper uncle explained a sentence and left.
Xia Xinnian's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled. There are many rooms here. Why did he arrange to go next door to this man?
Is it on purpose?
Xia Xinnian sighs. Forget it. She doesn't care about it. Anyway, the man promises not to do anything to her.
Xia Xinnian is sitting on the sofa, holding a paintbrush and constantly tracing. Beside her are several pieces of waste she has thrown away.
I don't know why, here she has no inspiration. Maybe she is psychologically bound, and even her brain is confused.
Finally, Xia Xinnian put down his pen and walked out of the room.
When she came down to the living room, she heard the sound of the piano coming from the side, playing a song she was familiar with.
She used to love playing that song too.
For a while, the mood rose, thinking of the days when he grew up in Xia's family, his heart was sad.
If there was no framing five years ago, Grandpa would not have treated her like that. Grandpa has always been good to her. All of this was destroyed by Xia shuran.
Think of eight or nine years old sitting in front of the piano, playing this song. At that time, grandpa would sit behind her, close his eyes and listen. This seems to have become a long time, the way of getting along with grandpa and grandson.
Unconsciously, tears have been streaming down my face.
Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and Xia Xinnian suddenly returned to his mind. He found that he was in tears and immediately turned to walk out of the living room.
The father and son who came out hand in hand had a smile on their faces.
"Daddy, I'll see Mommy!"
The little guy suddenly missed Mommy.
A servant aunt next to her pointed to the door: "just now Miss Xia went out!"
Jimucheng is slightly shocked: "what is she doing out?"
"I don't know. It's like crying!"
"Daddy, is Mommy not used to living here?
How could she cry? "
The little guy's beautiful face was worried.
Jimucheng didn't expect this woman to have so many scenes. Living here, is she really so wronged?
"Yu Chen, wait here. I'll go out and find your mommy!"
Jimucheng must ask clearly, where is it worth her tears?
Xia Xinnian just suddenly heard the familiar tune, but thought of the people he would never see again. His heart was sad for a while, so his eyes were moist.
Alone, she walked along the path in the garden under the street lamp.
The surroundings were quiet, and her mood gradually calmed down.
Suddenly, she heard steady footsteps behind her. She couldn't help but turn around to look, only to see a tall and elegant figure striding towards her under the dim yellow light.
Xia Xinnian's frightened look changed. He quickly raised his hand and wiped away the tears in the corner of his eyes.
"Why are you crying?"
The man's cold voice came over with a questioning tone.
Xia Xinnian sniffed and immediately said in a low voice, "who said I was crying!"
Jimucheng has long legs. In the blink of an eye, she stands in front of her. By the light of the street lamp, she sees the moist appearance of her eyes and has a hard mouth.
"Did I mistreat you?
Or is it because you can't get used to living here and you like to cry? "
Jimucheng is a little angry because she hears her son's worry. If the woman continues to cry, she is afraid that it will affect her son's sense of belonging here.
He will never allow that kind of thing to happen.
Xia Xinnian was in a bad mood. Suddenly, she heard his question. She also had a temper: "it's none of your business. If I want to cry, I'll cry. Do you still care about me?"
"Of course I don't care about you, but don't let your son know you cry."
Jimucheng lowered his voice and warned, "you'd better think about your son's feelings."
"How did he know?"
Xia Xinnian frowned and murmured.
Jimucheng saw her lowering her head, and the thick eyelashes with tears were shining in the light and shadow, just like the wings of a butterfly, which was not charming.
Jimucheng doesn't seem to have looked at her face carefully. At the moment, he can calm down to appreciate her beauty.
Xia Xinnian's facial features are small and delicate, the lines are soft and beautiful, and the skin is white and tender, with the ruddy feeling of a girl.
Jimucheng is used to seeing women with heavy makeup. The plain little woman in front of him gives him a special feeling, just like the hibiscus out of the water, blooming in the morning after the rain.
Xia Xinnian bit her lips, raised her eyes, and looked at the man's presumptuous eyes. She was frozen.
Jimucheng was caught by her, and his eyes did not avoid or flash, still calm and calm.
"My son has a place like you!"
Jimucheng's voice said lightly, resolving his embarrassment.
Xia Xinnian turned his back fiercely and didn't want him to look at him so presumptuously.
"I was born, of course, like me!"
Xia Xinnian said angrily.
"Skin is like you, very white and clear!"
Jimucheng said with a teasing smile.
Xia Xinnian suddenly angry eyes, turned around and stared at him, feeling that the man was teasing her.
"Except for the skin, he's all like me!"
Jimucheng raised his eyebrows slightly and was very proud.
"I'm too lazy to care about you!"
Xia Xinnian is even more annoyed. It's already a very heart-wrenching thing to think that his son, who was born and raised hard, didn't inherit her appearance. Now, this man still has to say it in such a proud tone. It's too much.
"Why are you crying?"
Jimucheng suddenly reached over and forcibly clasped her slender and tender wrist: "I won't let you go if you don't give me a reason!"
"Let me go!"
Xia Xinnian didn't expect that this man would move his hands and feet on her. Did he promise to be eaten by a dog?
"Is it because I heard the song I just played?"
The man's voice line suddenly sank, and a word broke.
Xia Xinnian's brain was empty and looked back at him.
"Does this song have any special meaning to you?"
Jimucheng saw her eyes and knew that she had guessed right.
"Why should I tell you?"
Xia Xinnian's face turned white with anger.
"If you don't say it, I guessed it. Did it make you think of he Jiaxuan?
Are you sad? "
"Inexplicable!"
When Xia Xinnian heard the disgusting name, her face suddenly turned ugly. With a fierce shake, she shook off his big hand and ran forward quickly.
She reflected so excitedly, did she guess right again?
"He Jiaxuan!"
The man gnawed his teeth and read the name silently, and his mood suddenly became irritable.
Is this woman recalling the man?
She cried, not because of his jimucheng, but because of that bastard?
Thinking of this reason, the man's face became more and more gloomy.
Jimucheng smoked a cigarette at the door and calmed down a little. Then he went upstairs.
Xia Xinnian has taken a bath for his son. He takes out a set of pajamas from the box and puts them on him. His little arms and legs are like wild horses. As soon as they are put on the bed, they jump and roll on the bed, and they are humming songs. They are not happy.
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