Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

The next day, they went to the law firm and then to the notary office.

When the two copies of the agreement were completely completed, we sat in the car on the return journey.

Jian Yan held the agreement in his hand and said to Tong Ruixiao meaningfully, "Mr. Tong, you are really not afraid of my blackmail."

"my pleasure."

She put down the agreement, held out her hand, and said with a cold and arrogant look, "Look, isn't it one million for each infringement? You breathe my air, so I'll extort one million first to see how strong you are."

I want to see how far this old fox can go.

She thought Tong Ruixiao would be cold, but she didn't even think twice before taking out a card from her wallet and handing it to her, saying, "I don't know if it's enough."

Jian Yan held the black card and fell into silence: "..."

Si Yanchen had also given this kind of black card before, and the humiliation he felt at that time was still vivid in his mind.

Today is different from the past. There is no contempt in the eyes of the person in front of him, and there is even a hint of flattery in his gentleness.

She felt like she had punched cotton and felt very frustrated.

The light was red at that moment, and Assistant Li, who was driving, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

What does "You breathed my air, I'm going to blackmail you" mean? Is this some advanced play?

It's a good idea to have fun with money.

Noticing Jian Yan's gaze towards him, Assistant Li suppressed his laughter and praised her seriously, "Madam, you are amazing. Your excuse for blackmail is very... well, very clever."

It's not his fault that he can't talk, it's just too ridiculous, he can't find the right words to praise. He is usually quite talkative.

Jian Yan suddenly felt agitated by Li Li's teasing. Realizing that her tentative behavior was nothing more than flirting in the eyes of others, she immediately felt hot.

The black card in my hand is like a hot potato. I can’t throw it away, but it feels awkward to hold it.

Tong Ruixiao glanced at Li Zhu, then looked at her with a stiff expression. His peach blossom eyes narrowed in a smile, quite elegant, "Yes, who would blackmail and give a reason?"

The tone was joking, to make her happy.

Her voice was serious, but her expression showed that she was about to take revenge. Only he could see it, and she stared at him: "Don't make excuses next time."

"Always waiting."

The man's smiling voice was low and mellow, like the pleasant sound of a cello, with a beautiful timbre.

She wanted to put the card back into his pocket, just to test him, not to take his things. But at this moment, she met his eyes.

The outstretched hand was retracted.

He thought, forget it. If he really returns it, who knows what he will say, and then Li Li will make a fool of himself in front of him.

Assistant Li followed Tong Ruixiao's instructions and sent Jian Yan back to the villa first, and then back to the company.

After sending Jian Yan away, there were only two people left in the car.

Assistant Li glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car and saw the man looking out the window with a gentle expression, "Director Tong is in a good mood today."

The man crossed his legs, his hands casually resting on his knees, his face looking relaxed, happy and contented, he didn't even notice it.

Hearing the assistant's words, I was a little surprised, "Is it so obvious?"

"It's very obvious that you've been in a good mood since you came out of the notary office."

Li Li rarely saw Director Tong so happy.

He remembered that Director Tong's wedding day was just like any other day, so why was he so happy just by signing a contract?

Tong Ruixiao signed the contract himself. He was not allowed to handle it, so he did not know the content. I think it was quite private.

He really wanted to dare to ask, is the divorce completed?

After all, on the day when his wife's background was discovered, his boss's face was not very good.

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them back when I remembered that I didn't go to the Civil Affairs Bureau today.

I almost said something I shouldn't have.

"Can I ask if Mr. Tong and his wife have encountered any happy events?"

Li Li's words were to the point, but not too in-depth. It was a simple topic that the boss could answer if he wanted to, and could just say "nothing" if he didn't want to.

Because I am familiar with Tong Ruixiao's personality and know that he values ​​privacy and is often reluctant to talk more, I asked questions with certain limits.

"It's like standing on a bridge and looking at the people on the other side. When you learn that the weather forecast says that the foggy environment is likely to become clear, your mood will become very happy."

Li Li smiled apologetically: "What Director Tong said was too profound. I didn't understand it."

Tong Ruixiao didn't answer anymore, but just closed his eyes and took a nap in a good mood.

He didn't want anyone to understand.

How can others understand your feelings?

He stood at one end of the bridge, looking at Jian Yan at the other end. He hoped that there would be less obstructing fog, so that he could see the real lover, and he also hoped that his lover could see the real him.

……

"Jian Yan, you make so many desserts, do you like sweet things?"

In the evening, Jian Yan finished explaining the questions to Tong Huaimu. He rewrote the wrong ones and suddenly asked her while doing the questions.

Jian Yan thought about the original owner's preferences, "I like sweet things. When I was a child, my favorite thing was the candy given by others."

In fact, she is fine and doesn't have any hobbies.

If she had to say what she likes, it's that she likes the process of making desserts, which is the same as painting, both of which sow the fantasy of the sky and the stars in the desolate reality.

She enjoyed the process of them taking root and sprouting, as if she had created an entire world.

A process that heals everything.

Tong Huaimu opened his eyes wide. He found bits of resonance in her words and asked with difficulty, "You didn't have candy when you were a kid?"

“Luxury,” she recalls with a laugh.

Her situation is similar to the original owner's. She has no love, so of course no one gives her candy.

In a family that extremely favors boys over girls, everyone is concerned about whether Tianci cried or not. Who cares whether Zhaodi is dead or alive?

The crying child gets candy, but Zhaodi doesn’t cry.

She had long lost the right to be a person. Since childhood, she had been bound by the sayings "an elder sister is like a mother" and "a girl can have whatever she wants". Even if she asked for candy, she couldn't get it.

Even though he is only two years older than his brother.

"how come……"

Tong Huaimu looked into her eyes and saw endless sadness in them. It was like a muddy swamp, and once you sink into it, you can't get out.

The lower half of the face is smiling, but the upper half is crying.

It was the first time he saw someone who could laugh and cry at the same time without shedding a single tear, or even a tear in his eye.

How sad must it be that I can't even express my sadness?

“Is there anything you particularly like?”

After hearing what he said, Jian Yan couldn't help but laugh after thinking for a long time but couldn't think of anything she particularly liked.

I don’t even have a favorite thing…

It's so funny it's a little sad.

She looked out the window. Downstairs in the distance was a clear lake with a few maple trees beside it. The red maple leaves on the trees were blown down by the wind and drifted into the water, dyeing the water blood red.

Extremely Beautiful.

Gorgeous and seductive beauty.

When I watched red plum blossoms falling in the snow before, I didn’t feel this kind of bloody and dead beauty. It was like a person falling apart, with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth in his twilight years.

"Red maple," Jane Yan heard her own clear and calm voice, as if floating from far away, "I like the bloody red maple leaves."