Waiting for you to fall a flower

She walked into the house with a cold face, pointed at Jing Ya and shouted, "What are you doing? You've only been a few days and you're starting to get rough with my son? Who do you think you are!"

Jing Ya didn't want to argue with his mother in front of Ye Beicheng, so he simply didn't say anything and let her scold him.

"Yu Jingya, I'm telling you, don't push your luck. Don't think that with my father-in-law supporting you, you can make waves in the Ye family without fear!"

Dou hua yueguang said that she was still angry, so she pushed Jing Ya back a few steps. Ye Beicheng held her up and started to help her out.

"Mom, what are you doing? Do you want to take care of us?"

Mrs. Ye trembled with anger and said with gritted teeth, "Stop making excuses for her. Are you kidding? Do you think the Ye family people are idiots?!"

"That's not what I said." Ye Beicheng put his arm around Jing Ya's shoulder and pretended to be close, "She's my wife. I'm glad she killed me."

"You..." Dou Huayue almost went mad.

At this moment, master ye appeared. He knocked his crutch hard on the ground twice, and asked majestically, "What are you arguing about?"

Mrs. Ye immediately ran over and complained, "Dad, look at how your granddaughter-in-law is getting used to it. How dare she hit your grandson? She's so spoiled and spoiled over and over again. She doesn't know what a wife should do or shouldn't do!"

Old master ye raised his eyebrows. "Are you accusing me?"

"Daughter-in-law doesn't dare."

Ye Beicheng broke the deadlock with a smile, "Grandpa, it's nothing. Jing Ya is playing with me."

Ye Zhishan did not doubt what his grandson said. He reprimanded Dou Huayue, "Don't yell at me when you have nothing to do. It's a good thing to love your son and daughter-in-law. Why do you care so much? Did my grandmother and North city ever manage you and guo xian?"

Dou Huayue wanted to explain, but he choked on his next words.

"Maybe I should have done something about it then."

After he finished speaking, he went downstairs, and the others followed him. The room that was once bustling suddenly became empty.

"Have you calmed down yet? If you don't calm down, hit again."

Ye Beicheng playfully stared at Jing Ya, who was keeping his head down, and deliberately leaned closer to let her do whatever she wanted.

"Just hit..."

She raised her hand and pretended to lift the pillow, but without paying attention, Ye Beicheng pressed her down on the sofa.

"From now on, if you hit me, I'll kiss you."

This was the only way to stop her in this situation.

"How dare you!"

"Then try."

He bent down and was about to touch her delicate red lips when Jing Ya reached out in time to stop him.

"You're really..." She fumed.

Ye Beicheng smiled evilly and kissed the back of his hand, "Don't think I'm joking. If I'm not serious, you'll regret it."

He got up and straightened his clothes, "I have something to go out for. Remember to leave half the bed for me. Good night, darling."

With a smart turn, he pushed open the door and walked out. Jing Ya yelled at his back, "Don't come back when you go out..."

As a result, Ye Beicheng really didn't come back after leaving. Jing Ya didn't know what she was worried about. After 12 o' clock, she couldn't sleep and got up and went downstairs quietly.

Lying on a chair in the garden, her eyes inadvertently turned to the left, and she remembered what ye North city said that night.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she got up and walked along the path towards the ruins.

She wanted to see what the original Ye family mansion looked like.

At last, she stopped walking and saw what she wanted to see. She looked at the desolation in front of her in surprise. How miserable was it?

Standing in the dark, one's heart was not without fear, especially when one of Ye Beicheng's servants died here, his scalp went numb.

She turned around and wanted to leave, but if she could hear someone talking in her ear, she turned around in shock and saw nothing.

She crouched down slowly, her hands clasped tightly to her knees, and when she heard the sound of conversation again, she had to be sure that it was not an illusion.

Unfortunately, the sound that came to her ears was so small that she couldn't tell if it was a ghost or a man, a man or a woman, an old or a young...

A gust of wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground like a dark wind, making a rustling sound. Jing Ya couldn't hold on any longer, so she stood up and ran back.

She ran to the living room of the Ye family and took a deep breath with her hands over her chest.

She really wanted to slap herself in the face and run to that godforsaken place for a good reason. Even if Ye Beicheng didn't go home at night, she wouldn't do anything to her. Why did she take his words aside in anger?

Curiosity killed the cat. If she had just died like that, she would not have died in peace!

Anxiously, she went upstairs and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling with her eyes blank. From now on, she would never believe that there was no ghost in this world...

The bedroom door opened, and she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Familiar footsteps were coming towards her.

Ye Beicheng stared at Jing Ya for a few seconds, then took off his suit and went into the bathroom.

He didn't wake her up, and she wasn't in the mood to ask where he had gone and why he hadn't come back until now.

Half an hour later, after taking a bath, he lay quietly on the other side of the bed, moving very gently, afraid that he would wake up the person beside him.

As soon as the lights were turned off, the room turned dark. Jing Ya thought of the light ghost voice again and wanted to throw herself into Ye Beicheng's arms, but in the end, her only reason stopped her.

"Jing Ya, are you feeling unwell?"

The attentive Ye Beicheng suddenly approached her and asked.

She pretended to be woken up and muttered, "No..."

"Then why is your hand so cold?"

Ye Beicheng grabbed her hand, and Jing Ya awkwardly withdrew his hand. He was so upset that he reached for his waist!

"It's getting cold."

Her explanation really struck a chord with Ye Beicheng, and he reminded him in disbelief, "This is just the beginning of autumn."

"Can I get cold earlier?"

Ye Beicheng was stunned and nodded, "Okay, but it's so cold that it hurts."

He hugged Jing Ya and said naturally, "Let me give you some temperature."

Jing Ya did not struggle. At this time, she really wanted to use his arms to calm her frightened heart...

"You're usually so much better." Ye Beicheng felt the dependence of the little bird in his arms, and the corners of his lips curved in an evil way.

That night, he was destined to open his arms for her, but the voice from the ruins of the Ye family was human or ghost, but it was unknown...

The next day was the weekend, and Ye Beicheng said he wasn't going to work.

After a night, Jing Ya no longer thought about that strange thing. Whether there was a ghost or not, she felt that it was a trap.

Of course, she wouldn't tell anyone about it. After all, it was a restricted area and she couldn't pretend to be confused.

After lunch, Ye Beicheng went into the study. Jingya wanted to take a lunch break, but before she could fall asleep, a text message came from her phone.

"Honey, go online. My old cat gave birth to five kittens. Let me show you!"

It was Yin Mo who sent it. Jing Ya reluctantly replied, "Later. Ye Beicheng is working in the study."

"Why don't you kick him out? You don't even know how cute this newborn cat is!"

Jingya thought about it and replied, "Okay, we'll talk online later."

She got up and got out of bed, then quietly came to the door of the study and softly shouted, "Ye Beicheng, may I come in?"

"Yeah."

With his permission, Jing Ya pushed the door open and walked in. She stood by the desk and asked politely, "Are you busy now?"

"It's okay. What can I do for you?"

Ye Beicheng looked up at her lazily and smiled playfully, "You want me to accompany you, don't you?"

She quickly shook her head, "Of course not. I was thinking... If you're not busy, can I borrow your computer?"

"Oh, yes, I can lend it to you."

"No need for people. I just need a computer."

Ye Beicheng stood up and gave her the computer, smiling and teasing, "You're so heartless."

"The mood has to be divided." What kind of mood does that have to do with you...

Jing Ya sat down and boarded qq. When yin mo saw that she was online, she immediately opened the video. Suddenly, five weak kittens, full of fear for the world, appeared.

"Isn't it cute?" Yin mo sent a few words over.

She immediately replied, "Yes, it's cute, but it's too small."

The two of them started chatting around the cat, completely ignoring the fact that Ye Beicheng was still standing by until he said, "You look like this one." He pointed at one of the kittens.

Jing Ya covered his computer screen in surprise and scolded angrily, "How can you peep into my privacy?"

"What peeping? I'm standing here fair and square."

"Why are you standing here? I'm using a computer, so you should be smart and stay there."

Ye Beicheng nodded resentfully, "Okay, I'll be more understanding."

He turned to the bookshelf, took out a book and lay down on the sofa to read it. Jing Ya reminded him in a daze, "You can read it in the bedroom."

"I'm here to see if you have any objections?" Ye Beicheng looked up.

She shook her hand with a smile on her face, "Of course not..." What can I say about your study, even if I do?

There was silence in the study, bridge to bridge, road to road, she went on her net, he read his book.

After a while, Jing Ya Nuonuo asked, "Ye Beicheng, can I listen to a song?"

"... Listen." He did not look away from the book.

"Will it affect your interest in reading?"

Ye Beicheng glanced at her and jokingly asked, "I won't let you hear me. Will you say I'm arbitrary?"

"Of course." However, the answer was in his stomach, and on the surface it was a negative.

Jing Ya played a song called "Sad pacific." She enjoyed it, but unfortunately, Ye Beicheng fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was already 3: 30 in the afternoon. Ye Beicheng stretched and asked jingya in a speechless voice, "Do you like sad pacific so much?"

It had been two and a half hours since he fell asleep and woke up, and she was still listening to this song, repeating it over and over again.

Jingya smiled and explained, "I don't like sad pacific ocean. I just think of Yang Guo and little dragon girl when I listen to this song."

"What do you want them to do?" Ye Beicheng really didn't understand what this woman was thinking all day.

"Although they are Jin Yong's fictional characters, I like the love between them. I admire that they can abandon the mundane simple love, love crazily, love fiercely, and think that as long as they want to do something, there is no power to stop them, including love."