Waiting for you to fall a flower

Jing Ya's cheeks were as red as ripe tomatoes. She exhaled and lost the courage to raise her eyes.

"Why are you so red?" Ye Beicheng noticed her abnormality and asked narrowly.

At that moment, her heart beat violently, perhaps because she thought of the night he had taken her, or perhaps because she had kicked him into a place that made her shy. It was always a kind of inexplicable panic, not knowing exactly what the reason was.

"Where? You're old and dizzy!" She turned her head awkwardly.

"Why don't you look at me without blushing?" He chuckled, "Aren't you confused by me?"

"Che - what do you have to confuse me with?!" She angrily met his gaze and retorted in time.

"Here." Ye Beicheng pointed to his eyes, "Don't you find it fascinating? Usually, any woman who stares at me will fall for less than a minute."

Jing Ya quickly vomited, "Stop it. I ate a lot at night."

"You don't believe me?" He grabbed her shoulder and said, "Try it."

"Don't be so ugly, I won't try."

"Don't be afraid. Trust me, you're definitely not the first person to be confused."

The more unwilling she was to try, the more he deliberately grabbed her shoulder and looked at her. After a short while, Jing Ya couldn't bear it anymore, "Ye Beicheng, why do you have to make fun of me?"

He smiled and let go of her. He leaned against the sofa and said casually, "I'm just teasing you."

"I'm not your toy!" Jing Ya rolled his eyes.

"It's not a toy, it's a friend. Because it's a friend, I get along with you so recklessly."

This explanation was acceptable to Yu Jingya. Ye Beicheng patted her on the shoulder, "But then again, don't be fooled by me. As for the reason, you understand."

Jing Ya bit his lip and was rather unwilling. Of course, she understood why he said it, but that was too much. Why should she think that she would be confused by him, not him?

"How about we play a game?" She suggested.

"Oh, what game?" Ye Beicheng raised an eyebrow with interest.

"The game of looking at each other, didn't you say I didn't dare to look at you? We look at each other face to face. Who moves first, who speaks first, and who loses?"

Without much thought, he nodded, "Okay, how's the loser?"

"The loser has a wish to satisfy the winner."

Ye Beicheng was full of confidence. He smiled, "Ok, let's start."

One, two, three, start...

The magnificent living room suddenly quietened down, leaving only the sound of their breathing. Yu Jing gazed at Ye Beicheng calmly and said in his heart, "I don't love you, and you don't love me either. I was so full that I was confused by you!"

Ye Beicheng also stared at Yu Jingya with certainty. He was confident that he would win, just like his glorious life, which had never failed.

Time passed by, and gradually, Ye Beicheng couldn't hold it any longer. He had the urge to laugh. Although he had tried his best to suppress it, he couldn't hold it back. He burst out laughing.

"You lost." Jing Ya smiled and patted him on the shoulder as if he were a leader, "Young man, don't be too confident in everything."

"...

"Hey, don't you want to laugh when I say that you often look at people?"

Ye Beicheng laughed and leaned back to hear her say calmly, "What's so funny? I don't find it funny at all."

"Then why do I want to laugh?"

"Who knows you!"

Jing Ya took out his notebook from his bag and scribbled a few times. Ye Beicheng looked up and asked, "What are you writing?"

"You owe me." She put down her notebook. "Come on, go on."

In the second round, Ye Beicheng did not expect that he did not hold on for ten seconds and laughed again.

"No more, no more. I want to laugh when I look at you." He quickly shook his hand.

"Am I that funny?" Jing Ya asked with his chin slightly raised and his eyes half-narrowed.

"It's not funny, it's just not used to your weird game."

Ye Beicheng smiled and changed his serious expression, "Are you free the night after tomorrow?"

"What?"

"My queen wants to see you."

Queen?

"Your mother?" She asked uncertainly.

"Yeah."

Her originally calm face instantly became dispirited, especially when the woman said that ye North city's mother was difficult to serve and demanding. She asked anxiously, "Can't you go?"

"Ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws." Ye Beicheng teased, trying to make her relax.

"But can your mother accept me?"

"You're pregnant. You have to accept it if you don't accept it."

Yu Jingya suddenly stood up, patted his flat belly and roared, "There's no pregnancy! How are you going to solve this?"

Ye Beicheng stared at her with a worried expression and comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

"Yes." She suddenly came up with an idea and shouted excitedly, "I think of what to do."

"What do we do?"

"I'll go to your house with you, then I'll pretend to slip down the stairs, and you'll take me to the hospital, and then you'll tell your family that I miscarried!"

She finished in one breath, then smiled smugly, "How was it? That's a good idea."

Ye Beicheng stood up and glared at her, "What if you fall to your death?"

"You won't die from a fall. That's what tv shows do!"

"...

Ever since the media exposed that Jing Ya was about to marry into a rich family, the threshold of her family had almost been broken, some were flattering, some were curious, some were inquiring about the truth, and some were envious and jealous.

No matter what the purpose is, one can rule out sincerity.

Yes, no one would wish her happiness, including her parents. Besides thinking about how much benefit they could get from her, nothing else mattered!

Standing in his own room and opening the closet, Jing Ya could not find a decent dress even after rummaging around.

She had promised Ye Beicheng that she would see his parents tonight. Although a hundred of them were reluctant, she thought later that she could avoid the first day of the first lunar month, but she could not avoid the fifteenth. Since she had decided to get married, nothing should be a reason for her to back down.

"If I hadn't met you, where would I have been, how was my life, and whether I should cherish it..."

Teresa Teng's sweet voice rang softly. She glanced at her phone at the table and wondered who was calling.

There was a pile of clothes in the middle of the bed that she had tried on. In fact, her figure and height ratio were very harmonious. Even ordinary clothes on her body would not make people feel vulgar. The important thing was that tonight's occasion was too important. She had to be careful of her image and protect Ye Beicheng's face.

"Hello?" Picking up her phone, she already knew who was calling.

"Come out and give you something." Ye Beicheng's tone was as light as a cloud and a breeze.

"What?"

She looked out of the window curiously and saw that Ye Beicheng's maybach was parked downstairs. Their neighborhood was in tatters. There was such a conspicuous car parked right now, and such a handsome man.

He hung up the phone, raised his handsome face and smiled at jingya, then hooked his finger.

If the soft sunlight seemed to surround him, the famous car and the beautiful man, how much temptation, the average woman would never be able to resist, but who was she? She was Yu Jingya, a sad and leftover girl who had passed the age of a flower lover!

A woman can be vain, but she must be realistic. Always remember that even if you are qualified to be vain, you can't be vain for too long.

Shaking her head, trying to wake herself up, she stared at Ye Beicheng's flawless face and warned herself, "Don't be fooled by the beauty of the moment, or you'll be prepared to live with the scars in the future!"

Just as she opened the bedroom door and was about to leave, a figure staggered in front of her, "Ah, Xiaoya, your mother asked me to ask you, is the man standing outside our house Ye Beicheng?"

His eyes turned to the living room, and Song Qiulian sat upright on the sofa. Although his expression was calm, his ears were erect.

All she wanted to hear was the answer she wanted to know from someone else.

"Yes." Jing Ya walked past his father to the living room door.

"Since he's already at the door, invite him in." Song Qiulian finally spoke, his tone not difficult to detect the urgency.

"Let me ask." She nodded indifferently and did not turn around.

It was only after they left the house that they found out that the whole neighborhood was bustling with chatter and gossipy expressions on the faces of young and old men and women.

"What are you going to give me?" She endured the pressure of being judged and walked up to Ye Beicheng.

He took out a beautifully wrapped square box from the carriage, "I asked my friends in the fashion industry to help me pick out the clothes."

"It can't be something with a bare butt and a bare chest, can it?" Jing ya's face was bitter, and her subconscious understanding of fashion was that it was because of dew that fashion came into being.

If that was the case, she guessed that Ye Beicheng's parents must have rejected it, not because of the old feudalism, but because they had a hunch that a family like him must value the reserved appearance.

"Of course not. Do you think I'll take you swimming?" Showing her hips, showing her chest, was all she could think of.

"That's good." Jing ya breathed a sigh of relief and pointed awkwardly at her door, "Do you want to... Go in and sit down?"

Ye Beicheng's lips curled up slightly and said, "Why did you invite me so reluctantly?"

She was reluctant. She knew what her snobbish parents would do when they saw Ye Beicheng, but she didn't know what Ye Beicheng would think when she understood her parents' greed...

"No, I was afraid you were busy, you were busy..." Before he could finish, he interrupted abruptly, "It's okay. No matter how busy you are, you should go in and visit."

"... Jing Ya wanted to say that it was fine not to visit. It was really fine!

"Wait." Faced with his already moving steps, she hurriedly stopped him, "Make an appointment for a formal meeting some other day. I have prepared everything for you to meet your parents tonight. You can't meet my parents this way, can you?"

Ye Beicheng thought about it, and it made sense.

"Okay, I'll go first. I'll pick you up at 7 pm."

As she watched maybach leave, she breathed a long sigh of relief in the suffocating dust.

Holding the box in both hands, Song Qiulian entered the room expressionlessly. As she expected, Song Qiulian stood up nervously, "Where is he?"

"Who?" Jing Ya pretended to be confused.

"Son-in-law."

"Don't call it that. We're not married yet."