After Meng Ting's competition, there will be an award ceremony tonight. The winner of the award happened to be announced.

She got off the stage and was still a little dazed.

Zhang Xiaofang hugged her: "Congratulations."

Meng Ting nodded with a smile.

Zhang Xiaofang did not win the award, but she was not discouraged: "I am only in my senior year of high school next year. I can still participate in this competition. See you next year."

"Okay, see you next year."

Teacher Zhang was going to lead the team back to H City, but Meng Ting told her that she wanted to go back by herself.

Because of Wen Rui's incident, Teacher Zhang still feels guilty. Hearing that she was going back with Jiang Ren, Teacher Zhang nodded.

Being with that boy, it’s safer than them.

When she left the Swan Xiaozhu, Jiang Ren was waiting for her by the door.

The warm wind at dusk made people slightly drunk. No one dared to come in to break the rules when Mr. Jiang stationed. The boy was so hot that he was drinking mineral water. He was free and unruly. If he didn't say it, no one knew that he was the only heir of the Jiang family.

Meng Ting understood something before he saw the investor, but when he saw him staying outside, he felt so sad.

She ran over and hugged his waist from behind, her little face pressing against his back.

Jiang froze.

Meng Ting Shao took the initiative to get close to him. Except for the time when she was particularly sad and afraid of that time. Jiang Ren couldn't see her expression, so he could only guess. He frowned and said hard: "What's wrong? Didn't you win the prize?"

Jiang Ren was cursing in his heart. What's going on? Do those people have the vision?

She shook her head.

"What's wrong?"

He held her arm, but she didn't want to turn around. Jiang Ren was really afraid that she would cry.

Meng Ting's cheeks were slightly red: "Are you hot?"

He was stunned for a long time and smiled: "It's not hot, I'm sweating, have you been fumigated?"

Jiang Shao lived for eighteen years and had basically no time to feel embarrassed, but he was really afraid that the little fairy who had finally caught him would dislike him.

He turned around and found that she was not crying.

She was smiling, her eyes were as bright as summer flowers. Meng Ting's palm spread out, and there was a small bronze medal with a ballet figure carved on it.

Meng Ting took his hand and put the bronze medal in: "I don't have any gifts to give you, this one is for you."

Jiang Ren lowered his eyes to her.

In the warm dusk, the girl's voice was sweet: "Don't dislike it if you didn't win the first place." She had big eyes and was nervous, as if she was really afraid that he would dislike the little bronze medal.

Jiang Ren felt as if someone had knocked him gently in his heart.

It doesn't hurt, but it trembles violently.

She was feeling sorry for him.

Jiang Ren's lips raised, and he couldn't help but lower his tone even when he talked to her, and said gently: "I don't dislike it, I heard it's so amazing."

Her eyes were bent, with bright colors.

Jiang Ren put the little bronze medal in his pocket: "Let's go, take you home."

Meng Ting felt a little sweet in her heart.

Jiang Ren booked the air ticket early in the morning. The boarding pass was printed out by the person, and he notified Director Jiang only when he set off that there was no topic between the father and son.

Jiang Ren said: "I'm leaving."

Director Jiang had no choice but to do anything to him: "Goungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungung

Jiang Ren was in a good mood and just laughed.

He looked at the curious Meng Ting with big eyes beside him, took the phone away from his ear, and couldn't help but tease her: "Look at what I'm doing, do you want to say hello to our dad?" He didn't wait for Meng Ting to react and took the phone to her ear.

The metal shell also carries the temperature of a boy.

She was stunned.

Jiang Ren smiled a little slutty: "Be good, call me dad."

Meng Ting's ears were red, so she reached out to push him, telling him not to do so.

Jiang Ren held her little hand: "Hurry, dad is waiting."

Meng Ting was really afraid that she would hear it from the other side, so she wanted to beat Jiang Ren to death.

She bit her lip and said softly and politely: "Hello Uncle Jiang." She was not mentally prepared and could only say hello first. She had contacted Jiang Ren's father for the first time in her two lives, and she was still so suddenly.

She was waiting for a response, her little face was nervous, a little aggrieved, and very nervous. She was so cute.

Jiang Ren couldn't help laughing.

His chest trembled slightly with a smile, and there was no sound on the other end for a while. Meng Ting looked at him blankly.

Jiang Ren flipped his phone over and showed it to her.

It turned out that I had already died.

Meng Ting was so angry that he wanted to hit him.

"Meng Ting, why are you so cute?"

Why are you so bad? Jiang Ren?

He said, "Why don't you call me dad?"

Meng Ting was so embarrassed: "That's your dad."

He just smiled: "Well, my dad."

Jiang Ren had no luggage, and was holding Meng Ting's small box. He stretched out his other hand: "Hold me."

She wanted to laugh a little.

His eyes were clearly looking forward, but his tone was too domineering. It seemed that she had to do it even if she didn't.

Are you very nervous, Jiang Ren?

Meng Ting's long eyelashes drooped and looked at his slender and fair fingers. She thought about how he had deliberately coaxed herself to call him dad, and hesitated to stretch out his hand. Before touching his palm, she took it back and raised her eyes behind her back to see him react.

Jiang Ren lowered his eyes and saw a smile in her eyes. Her long eyelashes were like crow feathers, and her brown eyes were filled with a little smugness.

It seems to be saying, I deserve you asshole.

He laughed, too.

Fuck. I'm so cute.

Last year, when he left City B alone, he had blood on the corner of his mouth. He smoked for half a night in the streets with traffic in the early morning. Then he got on the plane silently.

At that time, he didn't know where to go.

Later, he casually selected He Junming's company to relocate to H City.

The night in H City is quiet, and the street lights are even broken.

He sneered, and the tip of his shoes crushed the cigarette butts.

And this time, he felt so sweet that he felt like he belonged to a city for the first time. Because the most beautiful girl in the world slept on his shoulders.

He didn't dare to move at all.

Meng Ting was nervous for several consecutive days and was very tired when dancing.

She lowered her long eyelashes and cast a shallow silhouette under the faint light of the plane. Her breathing sound was also soft.

Jiang Ren sent a text message with one hand and asked someone to pick up the checked luggage.

He picked her up and got off the plane.

Meng Ting woke up and rubbed his eyes: "Have you arrived?"

"Well, you keep sleeping."

Meng Ting was embarrassed to sleep again, and she was also very happy when she returned home. After all, the city in her hometown sounded warm in her heart.

It happened to be early in the morning, a small city by the sea ushered in sleep.

When Meng heard that he was home, the lights in the entire community were turned off.

There was only one cat who traveled at night, and the cat's eyes were particularly bright in the darkness. When they saw people, they rushed into the grass.

Meng Ting said softly: "I'm going home, you go home too, Jiang Ren."

This was the third early morning they were together. Jiang Ren subconsciously tightened his hands, and then let go as if nothing had happened. He smiled and said, "Okay."

When she got upstairs, Jiang Ren still did not withdraw his gaze.

He didn't sleep last night and didn't dare to sleep tonight.

The faint light on the third floor lit up and then went out again after a while.
To be continued...