He is delusional

Chapter 519 Is That Jiang Yuanye's?

Chen Moqian is not in the main house.

Cheng Nianxiang went up to the second floor, and there was Chen Moqian's suitcase in the corner of the master bedroom.

Since he returned to Jincheng, for more than three years, he has been like a person who has no worries, no luggage, come and go as he pleases, no need to tell anyone how far he goes, she is always looking for him, since when , he is carrying this suitcase?
It was from when he came back from Paris, and after that, that she knew that he liked red dresses.

What's in the box, she asked him, and he told him it was just clothes.

She knew that he didn't like others touching his things, so no matter how curious she was, she never opened it. At this moment, Cheng Nian wanted to walk over step by step and put her finger on the zipper of the suitcase.

……

When it was dark, Chen Moqian came back. Mrs. Song prepared dinner and put it on the table. He washed his hands and sat down.

Cheng Nian wanted to come down from the second floor: "Mo Qian."

"Ah."

Cheng Nian wanted to pick up his bowl, but Chen Moqian looked up at her, and she said softly, "I'll serve you a bowl of soup."

"Okay." Chen Moqian responded casually and looked away.

She has been held in the palm of her hand by her father since she was a child, the jewel-like Miss Qianjin, her fingers are whiter than suet jade, and she puts a bowl of soup in front of the man, and her voice is also cautious: "I will go to see Sister Yuanya in the afternoon , she eats so little every day, will she be unhealthy if she is so hungry?"

Chen Moqian paused when he scooped up the soup: "Whatever she wants."

Cheng Nianxiang was still looking at his profile. She had talked to him so much, but he didn't even look her in the eye.

Finally couldn't help it, she said, "Mo Qian, what do you think is different about me today?"

Chen Moqian finally set his eyes on her, and paused: "Why aren't you wearing a red dress?"

Cheng Nianxiang hurriedly stood up: "I think green looks good too, do you like me wearing green?"

"As long as you like it." His attitude was not so enthusiastic.

Cheng Nianxiang humbled herself into the dust and looked up at her flowers: "Do you like them? Or do you like other colors? I have yellow, orange, and blue. If you like it, I will wear it for you."

"I like the color red."

"Why do you like red?" Cheng Nianxiang chased after him, "I'm not suitable for such a bright color, my father said before that I look good in green."

Lifting the skirt repeatedly, an indifferent person like Chen Moqian frowned: "What do you want to say?"

"You didn't say you liked red dresses before, but you fell in love with red dresses after you came back from Paris. Why? It's because..." Cheng Nianxiang bit his lips, "Because elder sister Yuanye wore a red dress in Paris?" ?”

The noodle soup has ripples even when there is no wind, dragging Chen Moqian's memory back to the thrilling night on the cruise ship, remembering that the kite was thrown into someone else's arms in the end, and he could only pick up a skirt when he went back to clean up the aftermath. A bowl of bamboo shoot soup, Mo said: "There is no such thing."

Cheng Nianxiang's eyes turned red: "Then who owns that red dress in your suitcase? That dress has already been torn, why do you still keep it?"

Chen Moqian was taken aback, then sullenly said, "Are you looking through my things?"

Cheng Nian wanted to grab his hand, and there was a cry in his voice: "Is it Jiang Yuanye's?"

"It's not what you should ask." Chen Moqian took her hand away.

He didn't deny it, he didn't deny it...

"Why did you keep her skirt? Why did you let me wear the same skirt as hers? Why did you snatch her away from Mr. Wei? Are you doing it for revenge or for something else?"

The more Cheng Nianxiang talked, the more excited his voice became, "Say it, answer me!" Chen Moqian didn't say a word, and finally she was impulsive, picked up the bowl of soup and splashed it with her humble heart. To him, "She is your own sister! How can you do this?!"

(End of this chapter)