Rebirth Handbook

The phone made a buzzing sound on the bed, and a beautiful white hand with water vapor picked up the phone and clicked on the message displayed.

After reading the message about He Xianyang's whereabouts in the past two days, Chang Manjing carelessly wiped her hair and deleted the message casually. After exiting the interface, a little girl in a red dress appeared on the wallpaper.

The little girl’s hair was well taken care of, her yellow hair tails were trimmed, her thin face, and her eyes that became bigger after she had cut long bangs, she looked so cute, even if she stared blankly. There is no smile at the camera, there is still a kind of strange cuteness.

The only flaw is the scar from the corner of the girl's right eye to the arch of her brow, destroying the weak and delicate temperament. Scars, on different people, can show very different feelings.

A boy of this age has such a good face from his parents’ inheritance, even if he wears a girl’s skirt, he has no sense of disobedience.

A little smile appeared on Chang Manjing's face and poked the thin face on the wallpaper.

Now He Weiming is really obedient. She didn't resist at all what she asked him to do. What was even more amazing was that even she couldn't tell whether this woman was willing or not. Her Chang Manjing's temptation is useless at all, because He Weiming is like a doll who can't resist.

Before he showed his sharp claws, she might still appreciate this well-behaved look for a long time.

"True." The door was knocked, and He Xianyang's gentle voice outside the door followed, "Man Jing, are you asleep?"

The little smile on Chang Manjing's face suddenly disappeared. She stood by the bed for a while, then sneered, took a book on the shelf and opened the door.

"what's up?"

He Xianyang saw Chang Manjing wearing a nightgown behind the door, her hair still moist, and her eyes darkened. Chang Manjing is indeed a very good-looking woman, but it is a pity that He Xianyang loves the kind of delicate and weak women who need to depend on him in life. Chang Manjing's appearance suits his taste, but it is a pity that she is too arrogant to be completely controlled by others.

"The company is busy recently. We haven't slept together for a long time. Let's go to bed together tonight. Let's have a good chat." He Xianyang held the door and looked at Chang Manjing with a smile, and his voice became lower and lower as he approached.

The two had their own rooms, except for sleeping together during the newly-weds, and then slowly separated into two rooms. At first it was because He Xianyang said that he was busy with work, and often had to bring work back to midnight, fearing to disturb Chang Manjing's rest, this separated the two rooms, only occasionally sleeping together.

But now, Chang Manjing couldn't bear to sleep with this disgusting person at all.

So she raised her eyebrows, unceremoniously picked up the book in her hand and patted him on the face, as if jokingly said: "Sorry, I don't have time tonight. I'm busy being a good mother. I'll be Go and tell Weiming a bedtime story, go to bed by yourself."

Seeing He Xianyang frowned and hissed and touched her nose, Chang Manjing looked surprised and said, "What's wrong, it hurts you?"

Then before He Xianyang said it was okay, she frowned and said first: "It's so painful to smash a book. Okay, didn't I say that you are in a bad mood recently, so don't annoy me anymore. "

Even if her tone is not polite, He Xianyang still has a gentle expression, as if afraid of her being angry, she said with a good temper: "Man Jing, I know you are in a bad mood, but I am your husband, and I hope to share a little bit for you. Let's talk about it. , Weiming is also twelve years old. Where does a child of this age need you to be tired, I tell him stories specifically."

"I want to experience the feeling of being a mother, isn't it okay?!" Chang Manjing waved annoyingly with a sore foot expression, "Okay, go to bed by yourself, I will take Weiming tomorrow Look at my brother, I don’t have time to chat with you."

After speaking, she closed the door, walked past He Xianyang and entered He Weiming's room.

Once her figure disappeared, the gentle expression on He Xianyang's face suddenly became cold. In the past, Chang Manjing was just arrogant, but recently, she has become less concerned about him, whether it is a self-conscious decision, or this attitude that seems to be superior to others, He Xianyang feels very unhappy. After all, he was holding her, but he didn't really want to serve her like a slave.

With a sneer, He Xian Yang returned to his room.

Chang Manjing, who closed the door of He Weiming's room, also sneered at the door. In the last life, she married He Xianyang, how much her temper was tempered for him, and she greeted He Xianyang's mother who saw her with a nose instead of a nose and eyes instead of eyes. She had never been wronged since she was a child, but she suffered from He Xianyang's parents. After being wronged, I was worried that He Xianyang would not be able to do anything. He didn't say anything. Even if he was right, he would converge and then converge. I don't know how much he tempered.

But the change in her retreat was exchanged by He Xianyang, who later revealed his true face and said annoyingly, "Can't stand your arrogant young lady's temper."

It's ridiculous, think about how ridiculous she was in her last life. Very well, in this life, she will let He Xianyang know how bad her so-called Miss Chang Manjing is.

Chang Manjing turned around and saw He Weiming who was sitting at the desk and reading. He changed into a new set of pajamas and sat there barefoot. The floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony were not closed, the moonlight came in from the wide open window, and the screens blew lightly.

There was a quiet atmosphere in this room, and Chang Manjing's tense and angry mood slowly eased. She walked towards He Weiming, put the "Little Prince" in her hand on the desk, and looked at what He Weiming was looking at.

"Preparing? Isn't this a third grade course? I remember you were only on the first grade?" Chang Manjing rubbed He Weiming's thin and soft hair, "You are smart enough and working hard enough. Go to bed early today. Well, I will take you to see grandpa and uncle tomorrow."

"Did you know that if you go to bed late, it won't grow long." Chang Manjing said.

He Weiming closed the book without making a sound, let alone resisting and expressing his unwillingness, so he went to the bed and lay down on the thin blanket.

Chang Manjing looked funny. Since her rebirth, she hasn't heard He Weiming say a sentence of more than ten words. The most common thing every day is to nod her head, or say "OK", "Um", or "Yes".

In fact, Chang Manjing and He Weiming didn't have much communication in their previous life. Even though she knew that the adult matter had nothing to do with the child, she still minded that he was the son of He Xianyang and Meng Caiqi. She was very cold towards him, and his temperament would naturally not take the initiative to approach him. After an accident happened to the Chang family, He Xianyang slowly handed over the company to He Weiming, while Chang Manjing lost her legs and was placed in the nursing home.

The knowledge of him only comes from the proud and complacent display of Meng Caiqi and He Xianyang, and the occasional short interviews that appear on TV.

Chang Manjing appreciates his skill and talent, but she also cares about his identity. In this life, she doesn’t want and can’t treat this person as her own child. If you really need to look into it carefully, she probably doesn’t know why, only The sentence "This strange product can be home".

She is the daughter of a businessman and a businessman in her bones. What she is doing now is nothing but investment. Just like stock trading, there are risks, but the benefits that can be obtained are exciting.

"I heard that telling bedtime stories is something that every mother has to go through. I think you don't want to hear the story of Sleeping Beauty and the Little Mermaid. How about I read a few passages of "The Little Prince" to you?"

He Weiming was lying on the bed with a quilt on his neck properly, folded his hands on his waist, and nodded slightly.

Chang Manjing smiled, sitting on the bed by the window, reaching out to turn off the light in the room, only turned on the lamp beside the bed, and opened the book "The Little Prince" in her hand.

...

"Come and play with me," the little prince suggested.

"I can't play with you," said the fox, "I haven't been tamed yet."

The little prince said, "What is ‘tamed’?"

"This is something that has long been forgotten," said the fox. "It means ‘establish connection’."

"build connection?"

"Yes," said the fox, "to me, you are just a little boy, just like thousands of other little boys. I don't need you. You don't need me either. For you, I too It’s just a fox, like thousands of other foxes. But if you tame me, we will be indispensable to each other. To me, you are the only one in the world; I am also the world to you The only one on it."

...

Chang Manjing's voice was tactful, and especially lowered a little, she appeared gentle and watery, like a stream flowing silently in the night. The light coated her profile with a soft edge, which was hazy and moving.

He Weiming didn't know when he turned his head. He looked at the person next to him looking down and reading, blinked slowly, and listened quietly to the words that came out of her mouth.

The next day, He Weiming woke up as usual, and suddenly realized something was wrong, and when he looked sideways, he found a person lying next to him. It was the person who read to him last night.

He Weiming looked around and made sure that this is his own room. Then he got up carefully without making a sound and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. After a while, when he walked out, he saw the person lying on his bed sitting up, and yawned and looked at him.

"Morning, I was sleepy last night while I was thinking, and I didn't want to go back, so I just fell asleep. You were a good sleeper and didn't even kick the quilt at all." Chang Manjing said naturally. Of course she is natural. This is her son in name, or the appearance of a little boy, so she can't be uncomfortable.

Lifting the quilt and getting out of the bed, Chang Manjing pulled her nightgown and walked to He Weiming who had just washed her face with her messy long hair, and touched the child's face.

"When I go to brush my teeth and change my clothes, let's run."

Although this pair of nominally mother and son get along with each other not much, it is surprisingly harmonious. After running in the morning, the two of them played a series of filial piety in front of He Xianyang at the dining table. Chang Manjing prepared a lot of food for He Weiming. Although He Weiming didn't say much, he accepted Chang Manjing's feeding.

After a night of recovery, He Xianyang thought about Chang Manjing's going back to Chang's house today. He wanted to talk to her several times. At least he couldn't go and have a good impression, but he said nothing, Chang Manjing just um. The past perfunctory, and then turned to greet He Weiming to eat. Those two looked like a family, and his head of the family was like an outsider.

He Xianyang closed his mouth and only looked at Chang Manjing and He Weiming with gentle smiles, but was annoyed by Chang Manjing and the wild child who had become unpredictable because of not having a child.

The more annoying He Weiming was, the more heartbreak He Xianyang felt his own son He Ze. However, when he thought of his current whereabouts, He Xianyang really felt that his appetite was exhausted, and he couldn't eat breakfast, so he could only watch the other two have good appetites.

Chang Manjing took He Weiming to Chang's house. The Chang's eldest brother knew that his sister was back today, so he didn't go to the company, but waited in the living room.

"brother."

Chang Benjun, the eldest brother of the Chang family, heard his sister's voice, and a smile appeared on his serious face. When he saw the obedient little boy in white shirt and suspenders and leather shoes that his sister was holding, he frowned again.