Wife-wrapping Addiction: Mrs. Yan's family is not allowed to escape

"Cheng girl?" The old Li and his wife could clearly hear the argument between the two women in the dining room, but after all, it was Yan Qiutong's own family business, so they could only wait for the calm to return. When Aunt Li approached, she noticed Lian Cheng's expression. Not very good, a little distressed, "Are you angry again?"

"No." Lian Cheng recovered from his thoughts, shook his head, pinched his nasal bone, "I just feel unlucky."

"Are you still leaving?" Aunt Li felt that her young master's luck was really bad, and the person who had just coaxed here was likely to leave again.

The meaning in Aunt Li's words amused Lian Cheng, smiled, and shook his head: "I'm not going to leave again because of Mu Qingrong, besides, if I want to leave this time, it should be Yan Qiutong!"

"Yes, let Brother Qiu go, the home is so comfortable, wouldn't you let him enjoy it alone when you leave?" Aunt Li was relieved, relieved, patted Lian Cheng's head lovingly, sighed, and said angrily , "Didn't I just tell you last night to hold on for a few more days so Brother Qiu has a memory?"

The feeling of being cared about is the most comfortable. The haze caused by Lian Cheng's argument with Mu Qingrong just now dissipated a little. He looked at Aunt Li with a smile, reached out to hold Aunt Li's withered hand, and said, "I don't want you I'm with Uncle Li, besides, I'm so hungry outside..."

"Oh, I can tell," Aunt Li looked at Lian Cheng's delicate pointed chin with pity, "I have to mend it for you, how can you be so thin?!"

Lian Cheng smiled and nodded, subconsciously immersed in his own thoughts again.

It has to be said that her sharpness towards Mu Qingrong just now, many of them were her deliberate actions.

It's hard to say, but Lian Cheng always felt that Mu Qingrong's emotions were too much, especially in the end, Mu Qingrong seemed to be about to collapse.

Yan Qiutong said that Mu Qingrong had a terrible experience, but Lian Cheng asked Sister Yue to investigate, but there was no trace. It can be seen how powerful the man was at that time.

"Aunt Li..." When Lian Cheng regained consciousness, Aunt Li was looking at her vaguely worried, thought for a while, and said, "Is it okay for me to ask you something?"

Aunt Li was stunned: "What's the matter?"

"You and Uncle Li have been with Yan Qiutong for a long time," Lian Cheng tilted his head and asked tentatively, "Then do you know what happened to Miss Mu?"

Aunt Li was stunned for a moment, her eyes flickering slightly, and after a long time, she sighed: "Cheng girl, these things have passed, Brother Qiu doesn't like to be known, so don't be curious anymore. Miss, it's not what it is now, so you have to be cautious when making friends..."

Aunt Li was afraid that Lian Cheng would pester her, so she got up and began to clean up the leftovers.

Lian Cheng didn't make things difficult for Aunt Li, after drinking the medicine silently, she went upstairs, she was a little sleepy after tossing around like this.

When did Mu Qingrong leave, and how did he leave? Even Cheng didn't know. When the light at the door was turned on, Lian Cheng, who was not deep in sleep, opened his eyes and saw that it was a familiar man. With a sigh of relief: "What time is it?"

"It's past one o'clock." Yan Qiutong approached the little woman and sighed, "Why did you come to the guest room to sleep? Are you angry again?"

"Miss Mu, how did you solve it?" Lian Cheng ignored the man's question, closed his eyes, adjusted to the light, sat up and spoke leisurely.

Even though what Mu Qingrong did was not done by her, it was done by Lian Guoqiang. Although Yan Qiutong knew that Lian Guoqiang's actions had different meanings from hers, in the eyes of outsiders, Lian Guoqiang was always the same as her. bundled together.

"Qin Yu did it." Yan Qiutong sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to touch Lian Cheng's damp hair, and frowned, "Why don't you dry your hair before going to sleep?"

"Too lazy to brag," Lian Cheng patted Yan Qiutong's hand away, frowned slightly, and resisted, "Didn't Ms. Mu already find out by herself? How can you believe that Qin Yu did it?"

"This kind of thing is too simple," Yan Qiutong brushed off the troubles he was involved in lightly, unwilling to mention it again, "Qingrong can't find any other evidence."

"But she will always have pimples." Lian Cheng poked at it.

"Lian Cheng, the truth of everything is not important," Yan Qiutong said, "What everyone wants is to get along psychologically."

"Oh." Lian Cheng nodded. Now that the matter has come to an end, she should go to sleep and want to lie down.

"You want to sleep here?" Yan Qiutong frowned slightly.

"Well," Lian Cheng nodded, looking a little sluggish, and his voice was a little weak, "I'm not angry, but I'm not feeling well. I want to sleep by myself tonight, is that okay?"

Yan Qiutong sighed, and felt that Lian Cheng's decision was pretty good, and got up: "Then I'll finish blowing your hair before you go back to sleep?"

"Yeah." Lian Cheng knew that Yan Qiutong would not allow her to make fun of her body, "Then hurry up, I'm really sleepy."

After all, Lian Cheng still couldn't make it through, and Yan Qiutong fell asleep before she finished drying her hair.

Yan Qiutong watched Lian Cheng gradually fall asleep, covered the quilt before closing the door and going out.

Deciding to come back, Lian Cheng will no longer cling to a certain point and not let go. When he gets up and goes downstairs the next day, he sees a man sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper like he did so many mornings before, waiting for her to go downstairs to eat. breakfast.

"Good morning." Lian Chengchong noticed that when she went down the stairs, the man who looked up had crooked smiling eyes and a brisk tone.

"Good morning." The man replied to her in the same way.

After all, life has to be lived. If you stare at a little stain on a piece of paper, wouldn't the rest of it become an innocent foil?
Time passed by little by little, and it was Qingming.

For the Yan family, a festival like Qingming is not a holiday.

When Lian Cheng went downstairs, he saw the simple breakfast on the table, and it looked like it was written by a certain man.

As we all know, it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

Lian Cheng, who was well taken care of by Aunt Li every day, was very sad to see the sumptuous four samples directly back to before liberation: "You want to experience the life of working people today?"

"Huh?" Yan Qiutong squinted his eyes, and tapped the table with his chin, "Eat."

"If you want to experience it, just cook your own food. I want to eat Aunt Li's cooking..." Lian Cheng pursed his lips, unwilling to give in, and wanted to persevere.

"Mr. Li and the others are going back to their hometown today." Yan Qiutong glanced at the little woman who was full of sorrow, and the disliked young man became angry, and said arrogantly, "You don't want to eat? Think I'm willing to do it?"

"Go back to my hometown?" Lian Cheng consciously ignored the man's back words, raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why do I not know anything?"

"Seeing the braised prawns, can you still hear people talking?" Yan Qiutong's tone was slightly mocking.

For this point of Lian Cheng, Yan Qiutong felt that he was really a talent.