"I drank this brand when I was a kid, I liked it very much, and the taste was very special."

"But after I was taken to the mountains, I never drank it again."

"When I want to find it later, I can't find it."

After speaking, her lips laughed with a somewhat mockery:

"After inheriting the heritage of the Cheng family, I looked for the soy milk brand that I drank that year. Finally, I got the company's formula and started to produce the brand's soy milk."

Cheng Ru said, couldn't help shrugging:

"But since the company was founded, it has been a state of loss."

"Maybe many people will not like this taste now."

"Now the biggest consumer in this factory is my boss."

After speaking, she turned around, stepped into the kitchen, and continued to clean up.

Ling Yujin squinted at Cheng Ru's back.

Why is this world so coincidentally?

When I was young, my favorite soy milk, Cheng Ru happened to like it.

Moreover, she also opened a factory because she likes the soy milk that tastes this taste ...

But good.

After he found the real little 9, it can also make her drink the taste of authentic childhood.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Cheng Ru again.

Suddenly I think this woman is really pretty good.

At least, gentle and virtuous, and have a lot of common points with the small 9 of the year.

... In fact, he can't guarantee that if he and Cheng Ru get along, will he like her.

Probability ... Yes.

Therefore, he wanted to stay away from her, and didn't want this woman to occupy more positions in his heart ...

The man thought so, and he had silently drank a whole bowl of sober soup.

"Since Mr. Ling has finished drinking, the wine should have been woke up most."

Cheng Ru cleaned up the kitchen, and as soon as he went out, he saw Ling Yujin put down a empty soup bowl.

So she hooked her lips indifferently:

"If it's okay, please go back, I have to rest too."

After saying this, she didn't even return her head, and did not wait for Ling Yujin's answer, so she went upstairs.

He doesn't need to see his reaction to listen to his thoughts.

After all, with Ling Yujin's disgust to himself, he will never stay here to spend the night.

But what Cheng Ru didn't expect was that tonight, Ling Yujin did not intend to leave.

He just pulled a blanket, lying in the living room of the tea garden, and closed his eyes.

Perhaps it is because it is too tired today, or maybe because of the role of wine and sober soup.

Ling Yujin was lying on the sofa, and he fell asleep after a while.

This night, although he slept on the sofa, he slept well and was particularly sweet.

The next morning, as soon as the sky was bright, he felt that someone was pushing him.

Ling Yujin twisted his eyebrows and opened his eyes.

In front of, Ling Ruohan, a detective dress, looked at his face with both hands:

"Mr. Ling Yujin, did you sleep on the sofa last night?"

Ling Yujin nodded:

"What's wrong?"

"It's so pitiful."

The little guy held his cheeks with both hands, and looked at his dad with a joke:

"Chasing his wife is long, Mr. Ling, come on!"

"If Han, don't talk nonsense."

At this time, Cheng Ru's soft voice came from the stairs:

"I'm not his wife ..."

"It's just not now."

Before Cheng Ru's words were finished, he was interrupted by Ling Yujin:
Chapter completed!