Starting from you are my glory

Chapter 472 The Attacking Qiao Weidong

"Cousin, how is Yingzi's mood lately?"

I asked when I thought of it. Although I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, after all, this is the only sub-line left. It ends as soon as possible so that I can feel at ease earlier.

After all, that is my future cousin-in-law!

"Huh?" Fang Yifan and Ji Yangyang looked at each other in confusion, "No, Lei'er, among the three of us, you are the one in the same class as Yingzi."

"And you jump to this topic so quickly, why did it suddenly come to Yingzi?"

"It just suddenly occurred to me." Lin Lei'er blinked and replied innocently, "Didn't you see just now that Uncle Qiao was alone downstairs at Yingzi's house?"

"I also encountered it two days ago. I estimate it has been close to a month. Uncle Joe has been like that every night."

"I probably haven't seen Yingzi yet, so I just wanted to ask if Yingzi had anything to talk to you about."

"It's okay." After listening, Fang Yifan thought of the scene when he saw Yingzi's father chatting with Lei'er, "The recent chat between Yingzi and me was quite normal."

"Oh, she said she misses her dad very much."

"It seems that Uncle Qiao was really obedient this time and never went to Yingzi."

Long-term oppression will bring about either destruction or resistance. It may seem like everything is calm, but in fact there are turbulent waves under the water.

"I feel like Uncle Joe is looking at me wrong now."

"What do you mean?" Ji Yangyang and the others were a little far away at the time, and there weren't many voices that could be heard talking. They didn't dare to look up and look at their eyes, expressions, etc., "What's wrong with Uncle Qiao?"

"He should think of me as my cousin." Lin Lei'er pretended to be helpless and spread his hands: "But I really don't have that intention for Yingzi!"

"The thoughts you mentioned." Ji Yangyang couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth, and he wanted to talk to Lin Lei'er in a serious manner, "Is that what I am thinking, is it the thought in your cousin's heart?"

"Go away!" Fang Yifan was reluctant to attack his cousin, but he was too used to it when dealing with Ji Yangyang. He hugged Ji Yangyang's neck, "You're just telling me tongue twisters!"

"It seems that I was right about your cousin's thoughts."

Ji Yangyang didn't panic at all, and even raised his eyebrows to encourage: "If you ask me, Fang Yifan, you should cut through the mess quickly!"

"Go directly to Uncle Qiao and tell him that you want to be his son-in-law, and then legitimately interfere in their internal conflicts. If they can't mediate, just run away with your little girlfriend!"

"I believe that your cousin will be happy to provide this funding."

"That's right." Lin Lei'er nodded seriously, "Not only will I pay for the elopement, but I will also pay for your cousin's hospitalization later in life."

"After all, you have kidnapped someone's apple, why can't you let others vent?"

"Physical pain is only temporary, but spiritual satisfaction is long-lasting. Cousin, you can't make the wrong choice!"

"How about I pay for the hospitalization expenses for you two!" He held Ji Yangyang with his right hand and hooked Lin Lei'er with his left hand. Fang Yifan, who was kicked by the two, decided to fight back. If he didn't succeed, he would be benevolent!

Congratulations, so he is successful~

Not even one-on-one, let alone one-on-two?

"Lei'er, are you asleep?"

It had been almost 10 minutes since the lights had been turned off. As usual, Fang Yifan, who was just sleeping on the pillow, was still blinking his eyes in the darkness. After enduring it again and again, he still couldn't help but ask, but it was obvious that he wanted one. There was no answer for him who was asleep, so he turned his elbow on Lin Lei'er who was lying next to him while asking.

"Cousin." Lin Lei'er, who was speechless by this action, said with emotion: "If you have anything, just call me. You are asking and tinkering. Do you want me to fall asleep or not?"

Ji Yangyang, who was listening on the upper bunk with his ears perked up, couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing, which was very harsh in the quiet bedroom.

"Ji Yangyang!" Fang Yifan was lying down and kicked the bed of the upper bunk, "What are you doing if you're not sleeping?!"

"What? Manager Fang dormitory? Or dormitory manager Fang?"

Ji Yangyang's words always seemed careless, which was what Fang Yifan disliked the most before. Although they had gotten used to each other after getting along with each other for this period of time, in the middle of the night, the anger still boiled over. When you get up, you don't lie down anymore. When you get up, you go up to fight.

"No, cousin!" Lin Lei'er quickly pulled him back, "Why did you just call me?"

"I'm just about to fall asleep!"

"Ah, oh." The point was his cousin, not Ji Yangyang. Fang Yifan reacted and scratched his head awkwardly. The interruption just now made him forget the reason why he was looking for his cousin. Fortunately, he remembered it with just one thought. .

"Lei'er, your previous life in Fujian..." Fang Yifan asked carefully with stumbling words: "Not very happy?"

"Everything I said by the lake before was true." Lin Leier turned over and leaned on the bedside, staring at her hands in the moonlight through the window.

"For me, the memories of Fujian, except those related to my mother, I want to eliminate from my mind."

"But it's a pity that my brain can't understand what I mean. It's also possible that there is still a trace of fantasy left over from the past in my heart, which causes all the memories to be retained so clearly and completely."

"Then will you return to Fujian in the future?"

"After all you..."

Fang Yifan didn't finish speaking, but his meaning was already clear. What are you talking about?

Your father is still in Fujian, and you spent the first 18 years of your life in Fujian. That is your hometown and the place where you really live.

"Go back." Lin Lei'er didn't hesitate at all. Before Fang Yifan raised his mind, he added: "I will definitely go back to visit my mother's grave."

"However, that's all there is to it."

"For the rest, let time take away the rest."

......

"Hey, Song Qian!"

It was early in the morning, and Song Qian, who had just come downstairs, was startled by a tightly wrapped person who suddenly appeared, and she almost didn't want to throw the garbage directly on his head.

"it's me!"

Qiao Weidong pulled off the scarf covering his face. The weather was cold at night and cold in the morning. If he wasn't fully armed outside, it would just be fun, like going to the hospital.

"What are you doing!" As soon as she saw Qiao Weidong when she went out, Song Qian's mood worsened, and she said angrily: "Quickly tell me, I have something else to do!"

"Hey, what's that?" Qiao Weidong lowered his attitude humbly, "Do you know what day it is today?"

"What day?" The most annoying thing about such a Riddler is her ex-husband. Song Qian just rolled her eyes and said, "Are you bankrupt?"

"No! You can't expect me now..."

By the way, this person is my ex-wife, and she really doesn’t necessarily wish me well!

As soon as the words came to his lips, he swallowed them. Qiao Weidong no longer had the intention to speak properly and said directly: "It's been a month!"

"I listened to you last time. I didn't meet Yingzi for a month!"

"No matter what happens today, Yingzi will be handed over to me!"

"Oh, that's it." Song Qian nodded expressionlessly, "Okay, you can pick up Yingzi after class in the evening."

"You must be home before eleven o'clock."

"Don't worry!" Qiao Weidong thought over and over many countermeasures last night, but none of them were used. He easily achieved his goal. The unpleasantness in the conversation just now was instantly forgotten, regardless of Song Qian's obstruction. He just grabbed the garbage bag into his hand, turned around and left happily, taking the garbage out along the way.

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