Li Shao's favorite wife record

Chapter 253

The voice was deep and mellow, just like the buzzing of a cello, with a hint of elegance in its stability.Moreover, it is so familiar.

Mao Beibei was stunned, and in the next second, a hand stretched out from the darkness and held her slender shoulder.

Her nerves were already tense, but the sudden touch made her scream, she subconsciously took out the knife, and slashed across it indiscriminately.

"Tearing——" There was a very slight scratching sound, and the blade obviously scratched the man's skin.However, instead of letting go of the hand holding her shoulder, it gripped her even tighter.And broke her body, directly thumping her against the wall.

At the same time, the sharp knife in her hand also fell into the big hand.

The man's face leaned over and was very close to her face to face. Beibei took a deep breath and finally saw his appearance clearly.

"Rong Yan?"

It's him? !
Seeing the man's appearance clearly, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then took another breath.How did he find it?
His chin was pinched by him, and he looked up at him. In those black eyes, there was endless coldness and darkness.

"I don't come to you, when are you going to stay? Huh?"

Beibei bit her lip, "Mr. Rong, haven't you returned to Haicheng?"

Last time she refused his help, he went back the next day, why is he still here now.

Rong Yan stared at her, but remained silent for a long time.

A moment later, there were cold drops on the tip of her nose, and it was raining.

The rain in Nuancheng always comes and goes quickly.After a while, the outside was crackling open.

Beibei took the key and opened the door of the rental house, and turned on the light. There was no one in the house, but it was much more chaotic than before.

My father is not here, I wonder if I went to the stock market again?
Mao Beibei frowned, then turned around and said to the man standing behind him: "It's a bit messy, do you want to come in to shelter from the rain?"

Rong Yan: "..."

The big Buddha's face was always gloomy and scary, and her heart trembled secretly, "Then come in, it might be a bit messy."

She went into the room and tidied up a place on the sofa, "Sit here, I'll tidy up."

Saying that, he didn't care about Rong Yan anymore, and cleaned up on his own.

Rong Yan's eyes swept across the whole room, his brows furrowed slightly, he walked to the small lazy sofa and sat down, his eyes fell on the busy girl.

The shabby little house is not as big as the toilet in his house, but the decoration is more careful, and it looks warm.

It was a mess when they came in, but after Beibei tidied it up, the room quickly became neat and tidy.

She finally replaced the trash bag, tied the bag tightly and placed it at the door, only to turn around and think of pouring a glass of water for Rong Yan.

Then she remembered that she stabbed him in the alley just now? ?
"Mr. Rong, drink some water." She handed over the cup, her eyes swept over him, looking for wounds.

Rong Yan took the water glass but didn't drink it, just looked at her, "How long can it last?"

Beibei curled her lips and looked away, "How long it can last, I haven't thought about it specifically."

Rong Yan frowned, "I would rather suffer like this than compromise me?"

Beibei smiled, "Our house and car have also arrived, and I will pay off the remaining debts by myself."

Rong Yan looked at her, originally there was no expression on Zhang Jun's face, but when he suddenly quieted down, he became even more gloomy.

Beibei sneered, "Mr. Rong, I am very grateful for your kindness, but please forgive me. I haven't experienced many twists and turns since I was a child. Now, I want to be self-reliant."

"Is it self-reliance?" Rong Yan suddenly smiled, it was a real smile, not a sneer, as if she heard a joke and thought it was funny, or to be more precise, she was reading her joke.

He put down his cup and stood up. He was tall and tall. He blocked the lampshade as soon as he stood up. Come to see me."

After finishing speaking, before Beibei could say anything, she looked away and walked out of this small rental house.

The rain outside the house was getting heavier and heavier, Beibei looked at the empty sofa, her eyes felt astringent for no reason.

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Shuiyueju.

In the middle of the night, Mi Shen turned over and found that there was nothing around him. He touched it, but he couldn't find Fourth Uncle.

She opened her eyes, and vaguely saw fourth uncle standing on the balcony, seeming to be on the phone.

"Fourth Uncle?" She called out, but didn't hear him.

So, she got out of bed with bare feet in a daze, and as she approached, the sound of fourth uncle's phone call floated into her ears——

"If you really can't let go, go to her."

who?Who can't let go?who?
"The day after tomorrow is the engagement, you can think about it yourself. I'm going to sleep, I'm not here for a long time, I can't sleep well. Hang up."

After hanging up the phone and looking back, I saw Mi Shen standing barefoot at the balcony door, staring at him with dazed eyes.

"Are you awake?" He frowned and walked over.

"Well. Fourth Uncle, were you on the phone with Uncle Chu just now?"

"Yes." Li Fengchang raised his hand and rubbed her hair, "He's drunk."

Mi Shen pursed her lips, "Uncle Chu must be feeling very uncomfortable now, right? Miss Nie is getting engaged in three days."

Although he doesn't know exactly what happened between them, Mi Shen always feels that Uncle Chu likes Nie Yunjun very much, the kind he likes very much, just like Fourth Uncle likes her.

"He'll take care of it, don't worry."

Three days later, at the Xiao family dinner, the engagement ceremony between Xiao Jue, the eldest son of the Xiao family, and Nie Yunjun, the eldest daughter of the Nie family, was very lively.

Shuiyue Juli and Mi Shen stood in front of the mirror and swayed around for a while, then pursed their lips in satisfaction, and went out with a pink handbag.

As soon as the door was opened, he saw Li Fengchang standing at the door. Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes to look over, and her beautiful figure was reflected in his dark pupils.

"Fourth Uncle." Mi Shen took the handbag, turned it around in front of him, and asked with a blushing face, "Does it look good?"

Li Fengchang's eyes were dim, and he raised his foot to approach her, clasped the back of her head with his big hand, leaned over and kissed her softly on the forehead.

(End of this chapter)