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"How many spring and autumn winds and rains have changed,

How many bumpy love is unchanging,

How many sighs are you in the crowd..."

The man hummed the tune of "Lovers" and floated out of the bathroom.

Jiang Manyi lay on the table, holding her cheek, looking at the cold food on the table, and fell into the sage time with her brain empty.

There is no doubt that she and he both need such a happy "hot bath" to wash away the dust and suffering of half of their life.

She could still clearly remember his taste, and there was no change from her youth.

But just now, she really felt like she was back to the age of eighteen.

She did make good compensation for him, and all the reasonable and unreasonable requirements for men were given to him.

A small crack was opened in the bathroom door, and he shouted, "Manman."

"What do you need?" Jiang Manyi stood up.

"you."

“…”

“Come in quickly.”

"Shut up."

Jiang Manyi ignored him. She knew that this man's personality was just a bastard. Even if he was a star now, he was still a bastard.

The more she accommodates him, the more he becomes.

Cheng Ye came out of the bathroom, naked, wiped his wet hair with a white towel, walked to Jiang Manyi, leaned over and gave her a fragrant kiss.

"Our family is still as warm as ever, thank you."

When he was young, he would say thank you to her every time he ended up.

Compared to politeness, it is better to say it is a compliment and praise to her.

"Who else have you said thank you?"

"No more." Cheng Ye said with a smile: "Someone gave up seats to me on the bus, but I didn't say thank you."

"Poverty."

Cheng Ye hugged her on his legs, stepped into her neck, rubbing against her like a dog.

She pushed his head away: "How old are you?"

"I think...it seems like I just turned nineteen this year?"

Jiang Manyi smiled: "Then your performance is not like you are nineteen years old."

"It seems that Manman is not satisfied yet." Cheng Ye said, and began to feel restless again. Jiang Manyi smiled and pushed him away, saying repeatedly: "No, I'm talking nonsense, our brother is very good."

When Cheng Ye heard her call him "Brother", a trace of sadness flashed through her heart and said softly in her ear: "If you are satisfied, can you marry your brother?"

"Don't joke like this with me." Jiang Manyi's smile faded.

Cheng Ye looked at her: "I have played a lot of jokes with you, but for this thing, I am as sincere as twenty years ago."

Before Jiang Manyi could speak, suddenly, the sound of turning the door hole came from the door.

Jiang Yu saw the lights on in the room, kicked off the shoes on her feet and entered the room-

"Mom, you're at home, didn't you say you had to work overtime?"

Jiang Manyi bounced off Cheng Ye like a spring, and her hands and feet stood stiffly by the wall: "Xiaoyu! Why are you... back?"

Cheng Ye sat on the sofa with only a white bath towel on his upper body.

Even in countless concerts of thousands of people, there was never a moment that made him so helpless and waved to her with a smile: "Baby, dad is back home."

Jiang Yu's mouth twitched, and she moved away. Behind her was Xie Yuan carrying two bags of vegetables and cooked food—
Chapter completed!