Mrs. Wen's wealthy daily life

Chapter 702 Who Cried

In fact, Han Cheng's proposal still moved her heart.

She thought about not getting married for the rest of her life, but in that case, her parents would definitely be worried.

But in such a situation, how could she get married normally?
She doesn't want to accept others at all, and she doesn't want others to approach her.

Being with Han Cheng saves the time of running in. Apart from living together, everything else is the same as usual.

As for that matter, Cheng Zhu suddenly approached him.

Han Cheng was taken aback by her, "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Cheng Zhu sat up straight again.

She didn't feel anything just now, but she wasn't disgusted.

"You want to kiss me?" Han Cheng sat down a little towards her.

Cheng Zhu sat down a little more, "Not really."

"You have." Han Cheng continued to endure.

Cheng Zhu had no choice but to retreat, "If there is, there will be, what's the matter?"

Lips brushed against her face, touched her face lightly, and quickly moved away. Han Cheng pressed his tongue against her mouth, and said in the most provocative voice, "You should take action."

His heart was beating violently, Cheng Zhu's face was getting redder and redder, until the back was so red that he was about to bleed.

Han Cheng took her appearance into his eyes, and the light of determination flashed in it.

The bus wobbled and sent everyone to the foot of the mountain.

There are mountains not far away, and a large plain in front of it, without trees, is suitable for kite flying.

Not far away, there is a river.

The river is clear, half a meter deep, and occasionally fish swim by.

If you don't want to fly a kite, go to barbecue.

Borrow an oven from a nearby farm, buy ingredients, and start working.

Some of them go to the river to catch fish.

Han Cheng went to help.

Cheng Zhu didn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers, so he was very sensible not to help, and fiddled with the kite alone.

It's just that the kite seemed to be against her deliberately, no matter from which angle she flew it, it just refused to go to the sky.

Cheng Zhu sat on the ground dejectedly.

"Azhu, Azhu." Han Cheng called her name loudly and ran over from the other side.

"I'm dying." Cheng Zhu, who couldn't fly the kite, lost his temper.

Since I was a child, I have never been so embarrassed.

I don't want to see people anymore.

Cheng Zhu buried his face in his palms.

"I grilled sausages for you, you..." Han Cheng ran over excitedly, holding sausages in his hands, beaming with joy, waiting for Cheng Zhu's compliment.

"Who made you cry? Tell me, and I'll beat him up for you." As soon as he got closer, he saw Cheng Zhu sitting there covering his face, and Han Cheng took it for granted that she was crying.

He hurriedly looked for a tissue, but found nothing in his pockets.

"Don't cry, it won't look good with makeup on." Han Cheng looked at his sleeve and said.

He was considering the feasibility of wiping tears with this.

Cheng Zhu raised his head from his palm, "Who is crying?"

"I didn't cry, I was scared to death." Han Cheng stood beside her and handed her the sausage in his hand, "Here, eat it."

"You baked it?"

"Could it be someone else?"

Besides him, who else treats her so well?

Let her be content.

With food, Cheng Zhu's mood improved a lot.

And she found that with Han Cheng gagging beside her, she couldn't be depressed even if she wanted to.

"You were depressed about this just now?" Han Cheng picked up the kite.

"Ah."

"How old is he, he still looks like a child." Han Cheng laughed at her.

"what do you know?"

She has never played this kind of thing.

When she was young, she and Xia Xiangnuan went to an amusement park with a group of people, and if they went a little farther away, the family members were so nervous.

(End of this chapter)