Ghost doctor Mommy is good V5

In the past 30 years of Sang Haoyang's life, he seems to have never experienced what it means to be moved.

The care given by the parents is so low-key and reserved. This may have something to do with the nature of their family itself. No one will have emotional ups and downs of great joy and sorrow.

In the education he received since he was a child, Sang Haoyang also knew that he should always pay attention to his words and deeds. He should not affect his image because of negligence in a detail, let alone damage the reputation of his family.

Perhaps, in the eyes of outsiders, aristocrat is an enviable status, standing high above, being so different no matter where you go, and accepting the admiration of others.

But only the person involved understands how much helplessness and sadness there is in this, how much moisture and hypocrisy are mixed in the so-called family affection, how can it be explained to outsiders?

The more he saw, the more cold and hard Sang Haoyang's heart became. He learned to use his cynical appearance to conceal his true heart.

Even many times, he couldn't help but think, after taking off the masks, how much family and friendship can there be?
But Wen Ya's words made Sang Haoyang feel a warm current flow slowly in his heart.

For such a little woman, the two of them had been together for no more than two months, but Wen Ya said naturally that all she wanted was him.

This was the first time that Sang Haoyang's eyes were hot when he heard such touching words.

He hugged Wen Ya, lowered his head and kissed her fiercely, as if he was plundering something, and held her face tightly with both hands, not giving Wen Ya a chance to flinch.

Wen Ya could feel that this man was extremely lacking in love and security.

Under the seemingly cynical appearance, in fact, he desires to be loved and cared for more than anyone else.Once he found a source of warmth, he would rush to it without hesitation, not caring what the outcome would be.

Subconsciously, Wen Ya felt distressed towards Sang Haoyang, it was rare for her to take the initiative to hug this man who kept claiming to be a "scumbag", in this way, to let him feel her attitude.

In the quiet old castle, two young hearts are slowly approaching, warming each other...

In the other room, the atmosphere was not so harmonious.

"I don't like that guy!" Young Master Feng didn't have a good face as soon as he entered the door, and he was even more uncomfortable when he thought of the way that bastard Sherlock looked at his wife.

Men are born with a hunting instinct, but whoever feels it will take the initiative to attack and put their own exclusive label on the woman they are interested in.

If other men look at him more, or show a certain degree of interest, it will make him feel a sense of crisis, as if his territory is about to be invaded.

Xiao Ziqing took off the hairpin, combed her hair slowly, and glanced at the angry man behind her in the mirror.

She had nothing to do with her and said, "You found him yourself. Don't blame me. I didn't do anything anyway."

It's okay to be jealous, but it's unfair to want to involve her and treat her as a target of anger.

Feng Yiran walked over, took the comb from Xiao Ziqing's hand, and finished the next part for her, with a somewhat dangerous tone.

"Baby, are you laughing at me now, shooting yourself in the foot with a stone? Huh?" He supported Xiao Ziqing's face, and looked at her in the mirror, with a straight face on purpose, but there was an indelible tenderness in his eyes.

With such an outstanding wife, I am afraid no one can rest assured, right?There will always be endless jealousy, and those inexplicable "rivals in love".

Leaning in the man's arms, Xiao Ziqing had no intention of bickering with him, and replied softly: "How could I mean that? I just think you're a bit nonsensical."

She turned around and looked straight into Feng Yiran's eyes, "No matter how others treat me, as long as you are here, they will never have a chance to break in."

Holding the man's big palm and placing it on her left chest, Xiao Ziqing said seriously.

It seems that they seldom discuss the issue of love or not love so seriously, let alone people who talk about love and love all day long.

But she could sense Feng Yiran's rare uneasiness, and all of this stemmed from Feng Yiran's concern for her.

Young Master Feng's eyes darkened because of the woman's actions. In the next second, he had already hugged Xiao Ziqing domineeringly, and strode towards the soft and comfortable big bed.

Xiao Ziqing saw a familiar flame in the man's eyes, and put her hands on the man's chest, "It's still broad daylight, what if..."

"I want you, when did I care whether it was day or night?" Feng Yiran put her on the bed with a smile on his lips, and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

His movements were very slow, but his gaze was firmly locked on Xiao Ziqing's face. The enthusiasm in his eyes was so hot that it could almost burn Xiao Ziqing to death even if there was a distance in space.

The wind was blowing in from the open window, making Xiao Ziqing shiver, but she knew that she would soon be begging for mercy and weeping under the man's enthusiasm...

For an afternoon, Sherlock and Old Keynes were locked in the study, and no one knew what they talked about.

It was said that it was so mysterious that even the servants were not allowed in. The two of them came out of the study until dinner time, but their expressions were different.

Sherlock still had a smile on his face, and casually looked at the layout inside the castle, as if he was a tourist who came to visit, not at all uncomfortable.

The old man seemed to be still in some kind of shock, and his mood hadn't recovered yet.

When the servant went to say hello to him softly, he was taken aback, and then said with a bad expression: "I'm a little tired, I need to go back to my room to rest, and dinner will continue as usual, and you must take good care of Mr. Sherlock. "

After speaking, he politely exchanged a few words with Sherlock, and then went back to his room.

Looking at the back that was a bit hunched due to old age, Sherlock shook his head sympathetically, the truth is always unacceptable.

He couldn't help regretting that he shouldn't have let old Keynes know so many truths, the blow was too heavy, and the old man seemed to have aged a lot all at once.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Sherlock turned his head and saw Xiao Ziqing walking down slowly.

The blush on her cheeks, whether it was because she just woke up or for other reasons, made her originally fair skin even more attractive.

"How is Mrs. Feng resting?" Sherlock greeted politely.

It was originally a casual greeting, but Xiao Ziqing felt a little guilty. She looked away uncomfortably, and said with a smile, "It's okay."

What is it?She had a good nap time, but she was dragged and lingering by someone domineeringly, which disturbed her sleep for no reason, and now even her legs are a little weak.

Naturally, Sherlock didn't miss the tenderness on the tip of her eyebrows. Doesn't the coquettish attitude of a mature woman just show how nourished she is?It can be seen that Young Master Feng treats his wife very well.

He didn't beat around the bush, and said straight to the point: "Maybe some of my actions will be misunderstood, but the reason why I pay attention to Mrs. Feng is because of something you don't know. And this is why I promised to come to this castle , and agreed to go to Southeast Asia with you.”

Xiao Ziqing's curiosity was aroused again.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, "Is there anything I can make you pay attention to? I'm not from a famous family, and I don't have any secrets worth digging out. How can He De make Mr. Sherlock 'follow'?"

When she said this, Xiao Ziqing was casual. She thought that Sherlock was just pretending to be mysterious and joking with her.

But Sherlock's next words made her unable to laugh.

"Your current parents are not your biological parents, but I am your fiancé." Sherlock smiled lightly and threw a bombshell, not caring at all about the shocking effect his words would cause.

He has a natural demeanor, as if he is talking about the weather rather than life events.

"You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately!" Feng Yiran happened to hear Sherlock's words when he was going down the stairs, and he mocked with a half-smile.

Coming to Xiao Ziqing's side, Young Master Feng put his hand on her waist, his movements and eyes silently announced: This woman is mine, don't even think about it!
Sherlock shrugged innocently, "I'm not a person who would talk all over the train just to get a woman, and I didn't think about using something to bluff——if I want to cheat, it's better to cheat an unmarried woman, right??"

He's not interested in stealing other people's wives, that's not his style.

No matter how free and undisciplined he is, he still has his own principles and bottom line, and he will not provoke people who shouldn't be provoked casually, adding to the troubles of himself and others.

Xiao Ziqing asked in shock: "You said my parents were not my own?? Then who are my real parents?"

She never doubted her own life experience.

Since she was a child, she felt that her family was very special. Her parents had been doing research abroad all year round, and they often went to different countries to station. She and her grandfather depended on each other for life.

Although she didn't spend much time with her parents, in Xiao Ziqing's memory, she lived in Xiao's house since she was a child. From the time she could remember, everything happened in Xiao's house.

Parents are not around, but they are not bad to her.

Every year when she came back rarely, she would always ask her about everything with concern, and the family went to a nearby place to relax and live a warm family life for a few days.

Xiao Ziqing didn't have the temperament of a little woman, and she didn't like to cling to others. She had always understood her parents' work, and she didn't think there was any problem with this way of getting along.

But now someone suddenly said that she was not a child of the Xiao family. Thinking that she didn't even know who her biological parents were, Xiao Ziqing couldn't help but feel a little sad for herself.

Sherlock looked at her and said slowly: "Your surname should be Mo, your family is in Nice, France. Your parents and my father are old acquaintances, and there was a promise that the children of the two families will be married, You disappeared when you were just four months old."