Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

Chapter 1148: What should be experienced has already been faced

Outside the window, the sunlight shines through the mottled leaves, casting fine shadows. The breeze blows gently, bringing a faint scent of flowers.

Dong Qiqin lowered her eyelashes slightly, her brows were smiling, and her eyes were like the lake water in spring, rippling with soft ripples.

Compared to Xiaotang, whom she usually called, this "Doctor Jiang" was more witty and humorous, with a hint of joking.

Seeing that she was in good spirits, Jiang Nuantang did not argue and sat down again. With his hands on his knees, he watched Dong Qiqin's movements and was not in a hurry to say anything for Dong Zhesheng.

Instead, Dong Qiqin looked at her meaningfully.

His bright and sharp eyes showed a clear understanding of everything.

However, like Jiang Nuantang, she was not in a hurry to start the conversation.

She gathered up her skirt, sat down gracefully, raised her hands, and skillfully fiddled with the tea set.

First put the tea leaves into the teapot and rinse them gently with hot water.

Then pour out the first batch of water and add hot water again. As time goes by, the tea leaves stretch and tumble in the water, like dancing fairies.

Dong Qiqin watched quietly, with concentration and enjoyment on her face, as if the whole world was left with only this small tea table.

After a while, Dong Qiqin poured the brewed scented tea into a glass cup, gently placed it in front of Jiang Nuantang, and greeted her with a smile.

"How about trying it?"

After Jiang Nuantang thanked him, he picked up the teacup, put it to his lips and took a sip.

The aroma of tea is everywhere, the unique fragrance of Zen tea, immediately spreads in the mouth.

With endless aftertaste and lingering fragrance.

Dong Qiqin also picked it up and took a sip, then raised her head.

He glanced at her and said casually:

"You met my unfilial son outside! What did he say to you?"

The words were interrogative, but the tone used was affirmative.

Dong Qiqin still understands her own son.

"nor."

Jiang Nuantang thought for a moment and said carefully:

"Mr. Dong is mainly worried about your health."

As she spoke, her fingertips unconsciously stroked the rim of the teacup.

I was thinking about how to say it in a way that was just right and not sharp.

Within the acceptable range of the other party.

Dong Qiqin picked up the teacup, put it to her lips and took a sip, her movements extremely elegant.

After putting down the cup, she raised her eyebrows slightly and responded without comment.

"is it?"

Dong Qiqin curled the corners of his lips, a hint of sarcasm flashed across his face, and a hint of loneliness was revealed in his eyes.

Immediately, she changed the subject and added:

"Rather than being worried about my health, it's more like hoping that I stay alive so that I can hold up the sky for him at any time in times of crisis."

Dong Qiqin spoke with a hint of sarcasm, the disappointment in her heart surging in waves like the tide.

If a mother is not disappointed to a certain extent, no one would describe the relationship between herself and her son so sharply.

Jiang Nuantang is also a mother herself, so she can naturally empathize with Dong Qiqin's feelings.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something comforting, but she felt that words were so pale and powerless at the moment, so she swallowed the words back.

Many things still need to be figured out by the parties involved. No matter how much outsiders say, it is futile and may even have the opposite effect.

Jiang Nuantang looked hesitant, his eyes full of confusion.

Dong Qiqin seemed to see her hesitation. He put down the teacup and said with a smile:

"I know what you're going to say, but you don't have to persuade me. At my age, I've experienced everything I should have experienced."