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

At this angle, she could only look down at him.

Look at his raised peach blossom eyes beneath the lenses, look at the slight redness at the corners of his peach blossom eyes.

She explained softly, "I said I like his name because his last name is Qiu. Every time I hear the word Qiu, it reminds me of my teacher Shangguan Qiu."

"As for you saying that he is lively and more suitable for me, I don't deny it when it comes to work. My working style is to play it safe and I often like to take a step back, while he will take advantage of every opportunity to take a step forward, so we have a pleasant cooperation."

When he heard this, he tightened his arms around her waist, as if afraid that she would leave, and his expression looked a little bad.

"so you……"

She held his strong forearm and shook her head:

"Don't think too much, I haven't finished speaking yet."

She is often modest at work and takes a step back to advance, but in life she likes to take the lead and is sharp and strong.

So she hates people like Si Yanchen who have a strong desire for control and treat her as a controllable plaything.

Even the slightest inclination to do so would quickly turn her to disgust.

Tong Ruixiao's gentle and reserved personality made her feel very comfortable. He was mature, elegant, and gentle, and handed over the control to her...

With his personality, she would be happy to interact with him even if they were not husband and wife but just friends.

Everything has its pros and cons. For her, the pros of Tong Ruixiao's personality outweigh the cons.

Then she said, "In terms of life, I don't like him. I prefer someone like you, who is generous and tolerant...very good, and very suitable for me."

He was dazed and his heart beat faster after hearing such gentle words of love.

"Xiao Jian, are you kidding me?"

I looked at her deeply, trying to find any falsehood on her face, but I found none.

Her emotions were real.

"What are you trying to do?"

Jian Yan found it a little funny and grabbed his hair, messing up his neatly styled hair.

He felt a slight pain, followed by a slight sense of peace.

Breathing was no longer easy.

"As for you saying 'it's okay to have a stomachache', that really makes me angry!"

She stroked his chin with a little stubble on it with her palm. It was hard and prickly, but it made her feel like she was touching the head of a hedgehog, which gave her the feeling of playing with it.

"Your pain is just pain, it makes you uncomfortable and doesn't make me care about you any more."

"I care about you because I love you! If I don't have this foundation, I won't even look at you even if you are dying of pain."

When he heard the word "if" after the sentence, his body stiffened for a moment, and it took him a while to recover.

He lowered his eyes and put his face into her palm, rubbing it tentatively.

There seemed to be rippling light in her eyes, half-hidden by her long eyelashes.

Every word was difficult to understand: "If one day you no longer look at me, I will be so uncomfortable that I can't breathe."

At this moment, he was like a wounded silent Aries, trying to gain her sympathy with his pitiful attitude.

——To make her pity me.

In a relationship, showing weakness means giving up some self-esteem, but you will gain more love.

"Will not."

Jian Yan was moved by his pitiful appearance and felt very distressed. She took off his glasses and softened her voice: "Look at me, okay? My Mr. Tong."

He raised his eyes obediently and met her gaze.

She sighed, as if she couldn't bear it: "Why are you crying..."

Tong Ruixiao shook his head with red eyes, trying to curl the corners of his mouth to cover up his gaffe. He knew that this would make him look more pitiful and earn her more pity.

Answer: "A little sad."

"Just a little? Ruixiao, tell the truth."

Her thumb moved to his thick eyebrows, then to his high nose bone, and then into his deep eye sockets.

Caressing gently.

He closed his eyes, and his long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly.

His voice was slightly hoarse: "It's very sad."

"Elaborate."

"I want to get rid of everyone who looks like you and tries to get close to you! ... But you will be disgusted and angry, I can't do that, so I have to pretend to be magnanimous and endure it."

"Tolerating them taking up your time, tolerating people who don't know the reason thinking that you are a couple with someone else, tolerating the irritable and depressed mood... that's why it's sad."

It all comes down to grievance and jealousy.

"You were right to suppress your bad thoughts."

she said.

"In the future, I will try my best to spend more time with you. As for other people's misunderstandings, let them misunderstand. You just need to know that you are the only and irreplaceable partner in my heart."

From that day on, Jian Yan would go to the Ruiguang Logistics office building with Tong Ruixiao, and would try to walk to and from get off work with him.

Although it was inconvenient at times, she made concessions to put him at ease.

The discussions among the company employees gradually died down.

Tong Ruixiao's mood obviously became much happier.

In their spare time, the two of them would play some interesting games in the villa to pass the time.

For example - making wind chimes.

"Mr. Tong, the porcelain firing of this wind chime was a bit of a failure. It's too yellow. The dog-loving balls in our two paintings don't look good."

"However, since this is the first wind chime we drew and made together, it is very commemorative, so I decided to hang it on the door of Fu Lai Dessert Shop."

Jian Yan looked at the finished ceramic wind chime and couldn't help but smile, her eyes curved like the crescent moon in the sky.

Tong Ruixiao looked at her tenderly, with stars in her eyes: "Will every customer who enters the store hear the sound of the wind chimes we made?"

"Yes, hear the voice of love."

The sound of love.

Tong Ruixiao savored these four words carefully, feeling extremely sweet in his heart, as if he had been soaked in a jar of honey.

a few days later.

When he went to pick up Jian Yan, who had made a birthday cake for Xiao Mu, he stood at the door of Fu Lai Dessert Shop and saw the wind chime.

The ceramic wind chime was hung on a red string in front of the door. When the wind blew, it swayed gently. The ceramic wind chime turned, and the puppy Dumpling that he and Xiao Jian had drawn together could be clearly seen.

His eyes became gentle.

I opened the door and heard the clear and long sound of the wind chimes: "Ding~"

This is the sound of their love...

He muttered to himself, a smile appeared on his face, and the happiness in his heart was like water in a container that was about to overflow.

"Mr. Tong? I just made the cake and was planning to call the driver to pick me up, but I didn't expect you to come at such a coincidence!"

Jian Yan was surprised and delighted when she saw him.

He smiled and shook his head: "I am your driver, not your personal driver."

Xuexiang was counting the goods nearby. When she heard their conversation, she couldn't help but laugh too.

The woman took out the packaged cake and sat in the passenger seat of the car.

"Xiao Mu's tolerance for desserts is really low, which is completely different from your preference for sweets. I don't know if he can accept this cake - although I have tried my best to make it less sweet."

Tong Ruixiao put his hands on the steering wheel and smiled with narrowed eyes, like a fox with its tail up: "I don't even have such good treatment, and he still picked it? If he doesn't eat it, I will."

"Puch-"

Jane laughed disgustedly.

The two brought the cake back to the villa and waited for Tong Huaimu to come home for his birthday.

The atmosphere is harmonious and warm, full of warmth and happiness.

……

【Author’s words】:

The third chapter is finished~

A love-filled and joyful extra chapter, running in both directions.

This is where the extra chapter ends.

The next chapter is a simple summary of my mental journey in writing this book, which is also the final chapter.