Her Overbearing Man

Yang Xi as usual is a capable dress, she is holding a handbag in her hand, looking at Leng Qianqian displeased, eyes are warning, "that is your future sister-in-law, you and Qiyu are not very good before?"

Leng Qianqian snorts. She doesn't know what to say to the mother who doesn't know right from wrong. She glances at Leng Yang and sees that he is not happy with the mother's self assertion in his eyes. Then she turns around and sits in the car with satisfaction, ignoring anyone.

Watching Leng Qianqian leave without politeness, Yang Xi is almost mad with anger. Fortunately, she still remembers that it's at the gate of the hospital. She rubs her sore temple and comforts Zhao Qiyu in a low voice.

"Qiyu, don't be sad, she was cheated by the fox spirit..." Yang Xi said half of the time, suddenly took a careful look at lengyang, and saw that he didn't pay attention at all, so he took Zhao Qiyu to his car.

Standing in the same place, from the beginning to the end, Leng Yang did not say a word, but watched the end of a farce because of himself.

At the end of the song, he, the only audience, slowly returned to the car. Leng Yang's lips lit up a smile, just like Leng Yang that Bai Linlin had seen for the first time. Maybe there was something else.

Reflected in the window of his mature a lot of eyes with his strange cold.

Leng Yang lowered his face and thought of the scene just at the door of the hospital. He thought it was quite interesting.

In his memory, when Zhao Qiyu was 18 years old and went abroad to study, Leng Qianqian was the saddest, but now he didn't even want to see her.

There are also mother and father. It's very strange that father always indulges in his mother's temper and character, and shows his face to his mother in front of a group of younger generation.

Leng Yang thinks that everyone is very strange since he wakes up.

I'm afraid a lot of stories have happened in the past eight years that he has forgotten.

It was the cold house in his memory. Even the servant didn't seem to have changed. If not all the people were more mature or older than his face in his memory, Leng Yang would not have thought that he had forgotten eight years.

He looked at Leng Qianqian, indifferent to his mother's cry, and went upstairs without looking back.

Yang Xi some embarrassment to push Zhao Qiyu to lengyang side, "you forget so many things, let Qiyu and you stroll together."

Zhao Qiyu, standing next to lengyang with her head down, sweeps past her without any trace. The person who stands upright with his hands in his pocket, has really lost his memory of eight years, but the habit he has formed has not been forgotten.

After so many years in the army, his body has naturally formed the habit of reflexivity. As long as he stands, he must stand straight, his whole body is tight, and his muscles can't be hidden in the tight black T-shirt.

Leng Yang glanced at Zhao Qiyu, who didn't know what he was thinking, and resolutely refused, "no, I don't want someone else to show me my home."

"Lengyang, you..." the daughter doesn't listen, and the son doesn't listen to the arrangement. Yang Xi has endured his anger for a long time, and Zhao Qiyu persuades him in time.

"Aunt Leng, it doesn't matter. Just let brother lengyang have a look for himself. I'll talk with you. I haven't had tea with you for a long time. Today, I can take advantage of this time to have a chat."

A cavity anger is appeased by Zhao Qiyu in an instant, Yang Xi pats Zhao Qiyu's hand, praises her, "still Qiyu, you are sensible, if these two in my family, I am really going to be angry to death."

As she said it, she looked at Leng Yang, who walked up to the second floor and left them behind.

What's your room like?

Leng Yang stood at the door, looking at the empty room. How could the display cabinet be placed with a row of books here? He reached for a book at will and turned it over. It was a book about surgery.

If you look at it carefully, almost all of the books on this bookcase are medical books. It seems that you should have made great achievements in this field. Unfortunately, now you forget all of them. What else can you do with these books?

Leng Yang coldly raised his lips. As soon as he loosened his hand, the original neat book fell on the ground. He was about to ask someone to deal with it. When he turned his head, he saw Leng Qianqian leaning on his door. He laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Something's wrong."

Leng Qianqian watched him pick up the books on the ground at will and throw them on the table. His anger flashed in his eyes. "Brother, those books are all the treasures you collected little by little before. No one else will touch them except yourself. Do you want to give up these now?"

Her eyebrows and eyes were sad, and she didn't look like the proud sister in lengyang's memory. But the feeling of growing up together made him aware that something was wrong with her. He came forward and asked her in a low voice, "what's the matter with you recently?"

Since Leng Qianqian returned home after her research, she has always been strange. Sometimes she quarreled with her mother because of a small matter, which is totally impossible in his memory. Maybe it's because the girls are softer.

Even though they complained about their parents' neglect of their brother and sister, with their later deliberate compensation, they ignored themselves. Although the relationship between Qianqian and her mother is not as good as that between mother and daughter in ordinary families, they still maintain certain feelings.

But now it's mutual disgust. Leng Yang knows that Leng Qianqian is not so irrational. They all love this family, so it's impossible for her to have so much resentment against her mother. He even vaguely sees the resentment in her eyes.

But at that time, his sequelae never stopped, and he didn't have much energy to understand these things. Now he can ask.

But Leng Yang didn't ask. When he asked, Leng Qianqian, who had been suffering from the guilt and fear in her heart, suddenly began to cry with Leng Yang in her arms.

Suddenly be hugged, cold Yang almost subconsciously want to give each other a shoulder fall, but somehow he timely reaction, the person in the arms is his own sister.

I didn't expect that such a sentence would make her cry so miserably. From the beginning of the story, even if he bullied his sister so miserably, he didn't see her cry so miserably!

Leng Yang patted her on the back with a headache and listened to her cry silently. Her eyes fell on the rows of books. She didn't know what she was thinking.

Yang Xi's room.

Taking out a simple box from the cupboard, Yang Xi sits next to Zhao Qiyu and hands it to her.

Zhao Qiyu, who vaguely guessed something, felt her heart beating rapidly. She pressed down her excitement and asked Yang Xi in a soft voice, "aunt Leng, what's this?"

Yang Xi opened the box and put the crystal clear jade bracelet on the velvet red silk cloth. It was exquisite and beautiful. It was so bright that it could almost show the face under the light.