Jin Chenhan and the old man ended their call, and Mo Zhinan's lunch had just ended.
In the afternoon, the old house of the Chen family was illuminated by the sunshine with great warmth.
The green grapevines leaning against the wall are wrapped around the wooden and bamboo shelves, and purple ripe grapes hang under each green leaf.
Mr. Chen still admired Mo Zhinan very much. After lunch, he urged his granddaughter Chen Yingshu to take Mo Zhinan to the corner of the yard to pick grapes to enhance their relationship.
Chen Yingshu didn't want to be alone with him, so he pretended to have something to do and said, "Grandpa, I have something to do at school. Can I ask Xiaoyu to go picking with him?"
Xiaoyu is the maid at home and is very busy.
Chen Yingshu is avoiding him now because of embarrassment.
The old man looked down at her. He didn't understand his granddaughter's little thoughts? He immediately hummed: "I asked the president of your university, you don't have classes in the afternoon."
"What's the point of going back to school? Young Master Mo comes back with you for dinner. You saw it just now. He's very sincere. He toasts, eats, and laughs. He doesn't fail to do the same. What about you? Are you showing off? To whom? To whom? Do I read it? Or are you dissatisfied with me?" Originally, the old man was also worried that Mo Zhinan, a young man, would show off his face and not get close to his family's screening of books?
But at the dinner table just now, he didn't do that.
On the contrary, he is very enthusiastic, well-behaved and considerate.
Take the initiative to bring her food and soup.
Everyone else has done this, but she is showing off herself.
The Chen family doesn't want to be talked about, and they also hope that they can get along well after they get married, so the old man will definitely not let his granddaughter hide away like this.
Chen Yingshu did not dare to be disrespectful to his grandfather. He hurriedly pursed his lips and lowered his head to admit his mistake: "Grandpa, don't be angry. I am not dissatisfied with you."
"I picked grapes with him."
Although the words sounded like a promise, the tone was more or less aggrieved.
As if he were a man-eating wolf.
She didn't want to be around him for a moment.
This gave Mo Zhinan a sense of frustration and an indescribable emotion for the first time.
"Grandpa, if she doesn't want to, don't force her. How about I play chess with you?" Mo Zhinan looked sideways at Chen Yingshu. She lowered her head, and her black hair covered the side of her face, although she couldn't see clearly. There was some emotion in her eyes, but her pursed lips clearly showed grievance.
I feel wronged to marry him.
Mo Zhinan looked away and sneered at himself in his heart, didn't he expect that he would be like this?
The noble son who is usually arrogant and arrogant, and the CEO who strategizes.
Being severely disliked by girls.
The old man was a little embarrassed by Mo Zhinan's rescue: "Young Master Mo...I'm sorry...she sometimes has a bad temper..."
"It doesn't matter." Mo Zhinan said.
An old man and a young man sang together, and Chen Yingshu next to him suddenly seemed a little out of place, like a bad guy.
She bit her lip, finally defeated: "Grandpa, I will pick grapes with Young Master Mo."
After saying that, she turned back to look at the man standing next to her. In fact, Mo Zhinan, like Jin Chenhan, was both tall, over 188cm tall, which made Chen Yingshu, who was 165cm tall and slender, look very thin and small.
"Master Mo, shall we pick grapes?" Chen Yingshu tried his best to force out a forced smile.
Smiling ugly.
Mo Zhinan looked at it and didn't think it looked good. Instead, he felt a little upset and indescribably angry.
He endured it and said calmly: "Oh, okay."
The old man looked at the two of them and said, "Since you are both willing to pick grapes, then go ahead."
"I'll go back inside and take a nap."
He stopped being a light bulb, took his little teapot, got up and went back to his bedroom.
As soon as the old man left, the smile on Chen Yingshu's lips immediately dropped. Mo Zhinan caught a glimpse of it and felt a little inexplicable. He couldn't help but sneered: "Miss Chen, you don't smile well."
"Don't laugh like that next time."
After saying that, he walked out of the living room with his long legs and went to the yard outside.
Chen Yingshu stood there with a frown, watching his tall back disappear from the door, then she raised her hand to rub her forehead, picked up the hem of her skirt, and walked out.
The old man usually has nothing to do and likes to grow vegetables and fruits in the yard.
This summer grapevine was planted by him himself.
This will be the season when grapes are ripe, and bunches of purple grapes wrapped in plump pulp hang in layers among the green leaves.
Mo Zhinan is tall and can easily pick it off with his hand. Chen Yingshu is not tall enough and can't reach it even with his feet.
Even the maid Xiaoyu specially brought her a small bench and scissors, and she was able to get the grape bunches by stepping on the chair.
But compared to the man next to him who reached out and picked it easily.
The way she stood on tiptoes, stepped on the chair, and raised her arms to cut grapes was really a bit funny.
Like a clown doll.
In fact, because Mo Zhinan stood silently beside her and silently picked grapes, the male scent was too strong. Mixed with the hot summer wind around her, it blew onto her face and nose, making her feel dizzy and suffocated unconsciously.
In order to avoid a strong sense of suffocation, Chen Yingshu hurriedly turned her face to avoid the strong cold fragrance behind her. However, when she turned around, her ears turned red without a trace due to the restless summer wind.
It's really strange, she obviously hates him.
How could it be that... my heart is dry and my ears are red?
Chen Yingshu rarely picks grapes with a man in such an intimate way.
She grew up in a wealthy family and had a strict upbringing.
From junior high school to high school, she had never experienced such things as Qi Sichun, a young girl, because other classmates were busy crushing on the school idol... She was dragged by her family to various cram schools to learn piano, dance, etc.
There was no time for her to think about puppy love.
It was even more impossible when she got to college. To prevent her from being spoiled by those messy boys, her family had always assigned her a female bodyguard to accompany her while studying.
Therefore, during the four years of college, many people in the school thought that she and the bodyguard were lesbians.
She doesn't like men.
Like girls...
The same goes for studying in the United States after graduation. In short, she is indeed an innocent girl who is more innocent than a blank slate emotionally.
While Chen Yingshu was wandering in his thoughts, the maid Xiaoyu looked at Mo Zhinan and couldn't help but praise her sincerely: "Miss, Mr. Mo is really handsome!"
"Like a movie star, so handsome." Xiaoyu is rarely so infatuated. After all, the Chen family also has a handsome man named Chen Yingshu, but the eldest brother Chen Yingshu has been doing business in Europe for the past six months and has not returned to China much.
Xiaoyu compared her handsome eldest young master with the eldest young lady's uncle. It was fair to think that the uncle's uncle was a bit more handsome than the eldest young master.
Chen Yingshu came back to his senses, looked at Xiaoyu, and said quickly: "You... don't talk nonsense."
The boss was picking grapes in the back, and she was a loud nymphomaniac. Was Mo Zhinan going to laugh at them?
Xiaoyu is simple, she thinks it's nothing, she is praising her uncle.
It's not my uncle.
But after the eldest lady talked about her, she didn't dare to speak.
Standing aside with his mouth covered.
However, Mo Zhinan was not deaf. He heard Xiaoyu's compliments. When he turned around, his eyes did not fall on Xiaoyu's face, but on Chen Yingshu: "Xiaoyu, did you just talk about me?"
Xiaoyu blushed and was embarrassed: "Uncle, I...praise you."
"I..." Xiaoyu wanted to say something else.
Chen Yingshu was afraid that she would talk nonsense, so he instinctively dropped the scissors and bent down to cover her mouth. As a result, his center of gravity was unstable when he bent over. She stepped on the ground and screamed out of control. Instinctively, she was about to step back and fall. Go down.
When Mo Zhinan saw this, his dark eyes tightened, and without saying a word, he quickly rushed behind her and reached out to hug her.
After holding him firmly, Chen Yingshu came back to his senses from the shock.
Her beautiful face turned pale as she looked at the man holding her.
Both hands were clutching his shirt tightly without even realizing it.
Fingers gripped tightly.
It almost hit the flesh of Mo Zhinan's arm.
Mo Zhinan didn't feel any pain, and even felt a faint feeling of happiness coming out of a cold.
He felt like he was a little perverted.
How could he be happy when Chen Yingshu took advantage of him?
Xiaoyu was a little frightened and hurriedly walked to them: "Miss, are you okay..."
Chen Yingshu came to his senses and struggled to get out of Mo Zhinan's arms: "I'm fine."
"Thank you, Mr. Mo." Chen Yingshu bowed his head and thanked him awkwardly.
Mo Zhinan didn't want to eat her. When she struggled, he let her down obediently, but his brain couldn't keep up with his vicious tongue: "It's okay, you are my wife, if something happens to you."
"I'll have to be a widower."
Chen Yingshu:......
If this person can't speak, then don't speak!
Hmm, why does she think this man Mo Zhinan has such low emotional intelligence? ? ?
It is obvious that he is successful in his career and he is also vigorous and resolute in his work.
But when talking to girls...it's just...compared to her, a love idiot, who talks like an idiot.
Why is he afraid that if something happens to her, he will become a widower!
She is not dead!
Really, completely inferior to his good brother Jin Chenhan.
Although she had not had in-depth contact with Jin Chenhan, she did at the wedding and his conversation became much calmer.
Mo Zhinan is like a second-generation ancestor with low emotional intelligence.
Chen Yingshu couldn't help complaining in his heart, and the little good feeling that suddenly appeared just now disappeared in an instant.
Pursing her lips, she bent down and put the bunches of grapes she had just cut into a small basin, and let Xiaoyu carry them back to the living room.
When Mo Zhinan saw that she was about to leave, he didn't know that he had said the wrong thing?
He suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "Chen Yingshu, let's talk."
Chen Yingshu didn't know what he wanted to talk about, so he looked back at him: "What do you want to talk about?"
Mo Zhinan suppressed his dark eyes: "How about we get along well?"
"I will never get divorced in this life."
So, don’t even think about it!
