Chapter 11 Clothes will wrinkle

Xie Qingcen started the car again and parked it under Building No. 9 with ease.

As soon as the car was parked, Ruan Liuzheng opened the door and got out with her son.

Although it was very impolite, she really couldn't say "thank you" because of what happened just now.

Being constrained by the same person twice in one day, no matter how well-mannered she is, she probably won't be able to maintain her original demeanor.

Xie Qingcen got out of the car slowly, looking at Ruan Liuzheng's disappearing back, his eyebrows slightly raised, but he was not angry.

He locked the car and followed slowly.

In the building, Ruan Liuzheng had just walked into the elevator when footsteps came from behind.

She raised her eyes, saw who was coming, and frowned slightly.

This man is so difficult!

She pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Xie, you probably have no reason to follow me now."

Looking at her unhappy and vigilant eyes, Xie Qingcen chuckled twice and said slowly, "I'm not following you. Is it possible that I also live in this building?"

Ruan Liuzheng was slightly startled, with an expression of great surprise.

Not only live in the same community, but also in the same building?

This... is too much of a coincidence!

After being surprised, looking at Xie Qingcen's playful eyes, Ruan Liuzheng coughed twice, and a hint of embarrassment flashed in her eyes.

She looked away unnaturally and stopped talking.

But until the elevator stopped on the 20th floor, the floor where Ruan Liuzheng lived, she didn't see Xie Qingcen move.

This made her a little suspicious again.

Xie Qingcen and Ruan Liuzheng walked down the elevator together, raised his hand and shook the key in his hand, and pointed to the house opposite Ruan Liuzheng's house with his eyes, "Miss Ruan, what a coincidence! It seems that we are neighbors."

His smile was a little cunning.

As early as when he learned that Ruan Liuzheng lived in Yuelan Huafu, he had a vague premonition in his heart. Sure enough, when he saw the specific floor of Ruan Liuzheng's house, his guess was completely confirmed.

Xie Qingcen had been patient all the way, but he was waiting for now. He observed Ruan Liuzheng and did not miss every change on her face.

Ruan Liuzheng raised her eyes, with surprise, astonishment and disbelief in her eyes.

This can no longer be described as a coincidence.

What kind of fate can make them so entangled in just one day!

Ruan Liuzheng looked at the teasing at the corner of Xie Qingcen's mouth, took a deep breath, and finally could only smile far-fetchedly, saying, "Well, it's really a coincidence. If there's nothing else, I'll go home first."

After that, Ruan Liuzheng took two steps forward with his son in his arms, came to the door of his house, scanned his face and opened the door.

"Wait a minute!"

Xie Qingcen stepped forward quickly, held Ruan Liuzheng's arm with one hand, frowned slightly, and smiled, "Add a contact number, new neighbor."

His eyes were gentle and his tone was polite.

Although his behavior was slightly offensive, it did not make Ruan Liuzheng feel uncomfortable this time.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the humble gentleman that Xiao Shuxuan had been when they first met in the daytime.

Everything downstairs just now seemed to be Ruan Liuzheng's illusion.

Ruan Liuzheng pursed her lips, and at this moment she also remembered his help to her today. It was indeed necessary to add a contact method.

After all, favors must be repaid.

She spoke, "184..." She

reported a string of numbers in a calm tone.

Xie Qingcen hooked his lips, nodded to Ruan Liuzheng, and then let go of her hand without further entanglement.

That's enough, today's gains are enough.

He stood there and entered the string of numbers that Ruan Liuzheng had just said into his address book. After confirming that it was correct, he turned around and went back to his room.

...

The next day, seven o'clock in the morning.

Fu Jingcheng was a small ball, lying on the dining table, looking bitterly at the charred thing on the plate.

The little mouth was tightly pursed.

He frowned and looked at his mother in an apron beside him, and said seriously, "Mom, is this really the breakfast you made?"

Ruan Liuzheng coughed twice, a trace of embarrassment flashed across her eyes, and she almost dared not look her son in the eye.

She is very hands-on and has a lively mind.

Whatever she wants to do, she can learn it just by watching it once.

However, cooking is an exception.

Whether it was before or now, no matter how seriously and carefully Ruan Liuzheng studied, her cooking skills still did not improve.

There is even a tendency to regress.

After a long time, as if accepting her fate, Ruan Liuzheng sighed, untied her apron, took her son's hand, and said, "Let's go, let's go to the restaurant downstairs for breakfast today."

Fu Jingcheng nodded helplessly, and it could only be so.

After a while, the mother and son went out neatly dressed. While waiting for the elevator, the door opposite was opened.

I saw

Xie Qingcen wearing a dark blue suit, with the buttons of his collar restrainedly tied to the top one, delicate eyebrows, high nose bridge, and dark eyes like a deep pool, which can easily capture people's souls.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the moment he saw Ruan Liuzheng, the corners of his lips seemed to rise a little.

Very shallow, almost difficult to detect.

Ruan Liuzheng's heart trembled.

Even though he had seen it once yesterday, he was inevitably amazed by him again now.

This man does have the potential to be a disaster.

"Uncle Xie!"

While Ruan Liuzheng was distracted, Xie Qingcen had already walked in front of the mother and son, and Fu Jingcheng's joy could not be concealed at all.

He happily threw himself into Xie Qingcen's arms, and his big eyes like black grapes flashed like stars.

Xie Qingcen also picked up Fu Jingcheng without any hesitation, with a smile on his eyebrows, "Good morning, kid!"

He moved quickly and neatly, without considering whether Fu Jingcheng would wrinkle his suit or make him look indecent in front of others.

No, or rather, I don't mind at all.

He was honest, and Fu Jingcheng was a little at a loss.

He raised his hands, a little afraid to touch Xie Qingcen, pursed his lips and said, "Uncle, I will wrinkle your clothes, please put me down."

Xie Qingcen's eyes were stunned, and his expression was a little surprised.

Then he hugged Fu Jingcheng tighter, and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's just a piece of clothing, how can it be more important than you, a child!"

Fu Jingcheng was stunned for a moment, he blinked, his tone was a little cautious, "Really? Uncle Xie really doesn't worry that I will wrinkle your clothes?"

Xie Qingcen shook his head, he raised his hand and lifted Fu Jingcheng to his chest, proving with practical actions that he really didn't mind.

Fu Jingcheng smiled.

He leaned on Xie Qingcen's shoulders intimately, with his two small hands tightly around his neck.

It is a wholehearted dependence.

Looking at the two people getting along happily, Ruan Liuzheng's eyes dimmed.

Xie Qingcen may not know why his son would confirm with him again and again, but Ruan Liuzheng knew it very well in his heart.

Because Fu Yanci once threw away a coat in disgust because of his son's excited hug early in the morning.

At that time, the son was only three years old, and it was time to feel the outside world.

But he didn't expect that the first trace of malice received came from his biological father.

Fu Yanci's reason was very simple. If his clothes were wrinkled, he could not appear in the company decently, which damaged his image as the president.

How absurd, how ridiculous!

From then on, even if his son missed Fu Yanci and saw him excited, he would no longer take the initiative to rush over to hug him.

And Fu Yanci never gave his son another chance.