Qianli Jiangling

In the middle of the night, Jiang Li fell into a drowsy sleep when he heard Sheng Qianling calling his name.

With his heart hanging, he woke up abruptly from his half-dream and half-awake state, and quickly approached Sheng Qianling's face.

A floor lamp was turned on in the room, and a small cluster of soft and warm yellow lights bloomed on the floor far away from the bed.

It wouldn't be dazzling, and it was enough for Jiang Li to see Sheng Qianling's expression clearly in the dark.

Sheng Qianling was entangled in the nightmare, and his breathing became short of breath again.

His chest rose and fell, his fingers were tightly squeezed into a ball, and he murmured in pain: "Lili, I won't break up..."

Jiang Li's heart was about to break, and he lowered his eyelids, knelt down beside him, hugged his back with both hands, slowly kissed his forehead, nose and lips, and gently coaxed him: "Brother Ling, if we don't break up, we won't break up." separate."

Jiang Li couldn't imagine how Sheng Qianling spent the nights haunted by nightmares during the six years of separation.

He regretted it to death.

He hated himself for leaving without saying goodbye, hated himself for hurting Sheng Qianling so deeply.

"Brother Ling," Jiang Li kept trying to call Sheng Qianling, "I'm here, Brother Ling, hold me."

Maybe Jiang Li's voice played a role. After a few minutes, Sheng Qianling really calmed down slowly, his breathing gradually stabilized, and he entered a peaceful sleep mode.

Did not wake up, and did not use drugs to help sleep.

Waking up the next morning, Sheng Qianling was in good spirits, and he didn't remember that he had a brief relapse of nightmares.

Jiang Li didn't mention it, and happily wished him a happy birthday.

Neither of them had any romantic cells, and they didn't plan to go out on a date. As usual, after washing up and having breakfast, they went to Jingyuan Building to practice ball.

At noon, Jiang Li suggested: "Brother Ling, it's your birthday today, do you want to go back and have a meal with your parents?"

Sheng Qianling refused without thinking: "Our family doesn't have the habit of celebrating birthdays, and they are usually busy, so they probably wouldn't go home just for such a trivial matter."

Jiang Li actually knew that Sheng Qianling cared about his parents, so he tried hard: "Why don't you ask? What if they are free."

Sheng Qianling only thought that Jiang Li and Pan Mingyu got along well, and wanted to use his birthday as an opportunity to get in touch with each other, so he agreed.

He went to the coffee table by the table to get his cell phone, dug out the address book, called up Pan Mingyu's number, and dialed it.

Pan Mingyu had just finished a tense meeting, and leaned back in the chair in the office with his eyes closed.

Xu Shi has reached menopause, and she feels more and more powerless.

When the phone rang, she thought it was the previous director again, she opened her eyes tiredly, and took the phone while pressing her temples.

But the word "Xiaoling" was displayed on the phone.

She was stunned for a moment.

Sheng Qianling rarely took the initiative to call her. The last time he called was in April, and she hadn't received it yet.

The last time, maybe more than a year ago.

She pressed the answer button, her tone was the same as before, serious and cold: "Hello? Xiaoling?"

Sheng Qianling was really not good at communicating with his mother, so he glanced at Jiang Li who was looking forward to him, and said patiently, "Mom, do you have time tonight? I want to go back and have dinner with you."

Pan Mingyu's heart tightened when he heard that.

Of course she knew that today was her son's birthday, but he didn't kiss her, so he never celebrated his birthday with her again.

She was at a loss for a moment, but she quickly realized and asked, "Jiang Li is coming too?"

Sheng Qianling replied truthfully: "Yes."

Pan Mingyu: "..."

She knew that Sheng Qianling would not take the initiative to ask to go home for dinner for no reason.

And what Jiang Li did was to show off his power in front of her and show off his sense of control over Sheng Qianling.

Pan Mingyu furrowed his eyebrows angrily, only thinking that this man in Jiangli was quite difficult to deal with.

She felt it the last time we met.

Jiang Li was using Sheng Qianling as a weapon to retaliate against her. She could even imagine that if she didn't cooperate, Jiang Li would viciously tear off the mask of disguise and alienate the already precarious relationship between her and Sheng Qianling.

Sheng Qianling waited for a long time, but his mother did not reply, so he guessed the answer.

So he said: "Knowing that you are busy, then it is—"

"Okay," Pan Mingyu hastily interrupted him, "I'll be back tonight."

After hanging up the phone, Pan Mingyu rubbed his temples, made an internal call and asked Assistant Wen to come in.

Assistant Wen was wearing professional attire and stood respectfully by the side, waiting for instructions from the leader.

Pan Mingyu said: "This afternoon's project meeting is postponed until tomorrow, so I won't go to the evening reception."

Assistant Wen nodded and replied, "Okay."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Sheng Qianling and Jiang Li set off from Jingyuan Building to Yihe Yuanzhuo, where their parents lived.

There was some traffic jam on the road, and it took more than an hour to stop and go before driving the car into the parking area next to the villa.

This is Jiang Li's second visit, and his mood is much calmer than last time.

But when he thought of meeting Pan Mingyu, he was actually not very happy.Pan Mingyu was a hurdle in his heart, reminding him of the past all the time.

But Pan Mingyu is Sheng Qianling's mother, no matter whether they are close or not, the blood relationship cannot be changed, and it is impossible for him to really put Sheng Qianling in a dilemma because of his resentment towards Pan Mingyu.

Sheng Qianling rang the doorbell, and it was Pan Mingyu who came to open the door again.

Pan Mingyu raised his face and said displeasedly: "Speaking of having dinner, why do you still ask us to wait for you?"

Sheng Qianling was a little surprised when he heard his mother's reproachful tone, but he explained seriously: "There's a traffic jam."

Pan Mingyu didn't need to look to know that Jiang Li was next to Sheng Qianling. She didn't give Jiang Li a chance to speak, so she quickly turned and walked in.

Jiang Li, who just smiled and leaned over to say hello: "..."

Dinner is already ready.

All kinds of delicious Chinese and Western food were placed on the table, and there were only two people in the restaurant, Pan Mingyu and Sheng Guangzheng.They all knew about Sheng Qianling's relationship with Jiang Li. Seeing Jiang Li coming in, Sheng Guangzheng didn't say much. He just put away the newspaper and gave him a dignified look.

Jiang Li was neither humble nor overbearing, and greeted with a smile: "Hello Uncle, Hello Auntie."

Pan Mingyu snorted coldly and sat down beside her husband.

Sheng Qianling took Jiang Li to wash his hands, and when he came back, he sat down opposite his parents.

The family of three hadn't sat and ate face to face for a long time, and the atmosphere was a little awkward, all thanks to the activity in the river.

Jiang Li was born with red lips and white teeth, and looks handsome.When deliberately showing his cute and humorous side, it is very confusing.

As if he was born that way.

Jiang Li raised his glass and said enthusiastically, "Uncle and aunt, let's wish Sheng Qianling a happy birthday together."

Pan Mingyu glanced coldly at the river, and reluctantly picked up the cup.

Sheng Qianling was in this strange warmth, and it was rare for Sheng Qianling to show a little joy.He said: "Thank you Mom, thank you Dad. I was ignorant before, so I made you worry."

Pan Mingyu: "..."

Sheng Guangzheng: "..."

A meal is eaten quickly, and the Sheng family adheres to the principle of "don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep", no one will chatter when their mouth is full of greasy food.

After the meal, Sheng Guangzheng asked Sheng Qianling to go to the study, and Jiang Li was left to talk with Pan Mingyu.

Jiang Li saw that Pan Mingyu looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, and smiled lazily: "Ms. Pan is planning to send me money again?"

Ms. Pan: "..."

This is clearly Ms. Pan's home, but Jiang Li seemed to be more confident, and said casually: "I just don't know. If I leave again, how long will Sheng Qianling be sick? After all, he was still suffering from nightmares last night." .”

Pan Mingyu was startled, and asked back, "What do you mean?"

She didn't know Sheng Qianling's mental state in the past few years, and thought that her son had fully recovered after returning to play professional games.

That year, Sheng Qianling was looking for Jiangli in Guangdong. Although she was furious, she sent an assistant to follow her secretly because she loved her son.

When Sheng Qianling fell ill, he pretended to be a passerby and sent him to the hospital.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Qianling was still suffering from nightmares.

She knew that heart disease can only be treated with heart medicine, so she had to re-examine Jiang Li's position in Sheng Qianling's heart.

Jiang Li didn't answer the question, but picked up the nasty words: "Ms. Pan, what did you think back then? You came up with the bad idea of ​​using a luxury car to touch my dad?"

In fact, Pan Mingyu did not explain what Qi Luqian was going to do back then, only that Sheng Qianling and Jiang Li must be broken up.

But she didn't need to explain to Jiang Li, she just said: "If I remember correctly, Qi Zhu has already returned the 40 to you."

When Jiang Li mentioned this, he was no longer as angry as before.

He leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed posture and said, "If the money is refunded, the damage caused will no longer exist?"

Pan Mingyu simply didn't understand what Jiang Li wanted to do, so she pressed her anger and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Jiang Li smiled and said: "I don't want anything, I just want to tell you, Ms. Pan, you'd better stop thinking about it. After all, whether you can meet your son or not depends on me."

He said "Ms. Pan" one by one, just to mock Pan Mingyu to his heart's content.

Pan Mingyu sneered and said, "It's up to you?"

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows and nodded, repeating: "It's up to me."

At the end, he said: "Of course, don't worry, I have no intention of telling Sheng Qianling what you did back then, nor will I provoke your mother-child relationship. Don't come up with bad ideas to separate me and him. "

Pan Mingyu: "..."

Why is this script different from that of a wicked mother-in-law fighting her daughter-in-law.

Why is the mother-in-law threatened by the daughter-in-law instead?

Wait a minute.

Pan Mingyu didn't realize it for a while, when did she substitute herself as "evil mother-in-law"?

At this time, the "daughter-in-law" Jiang Li heard the footsteps coming from the stairs, and quickly straightened her posture, with a smile like a spring breeze and drizzle on her face.

Sheng Qianling walked downstairs alone, seeing Jiang Li talking to his mother very well, his heart was touched, he went to sit next to Jiang Li, and said to Pan Mingyu seriously: "Mom, thank you."

"Evil mother-in-law" frowned awkwardly: "..."

Sheng Qianling added: "I have no way to take over the family business. You should wait for Sheng Yulin to come back from studying abroad before training him. Jiang Li has also joined the snooker national team. We will often go out to play games in the future. I hope you all Take good care of yourself."

Pan Mingyu: "..."

Sheng Qianling said more today than in the past year.

Pan Mingyu felt that the ice between his son and himself was slowly melting, so he stood up very coldly and said, "I went upstairs to rest."

As the stairs were almost finished, she paused for a few seconds, as if she had made up her mind, she turned her voice slowly, and said indifferently: "The gift your father gave you is in the room, go get it yourself."

After finishing speaking, he cast a cold glance at Jiang Li before turning around and leaving.

Sheng Qianling went to his room to get a gift, and saw an exquisite watch box.

He has been playing golf for many years, and his left hand needs to be used to set up poles. It is not suitable for wearing a watch at all, so he has no intention of taking it apart to look at it.

It's just that the box is too big, and it doesn't look like there is only one watch. Sheng Qianling thought about it and opened it anyway.

I saw two expensive watches side by side on the protruding black velvet in the box, the same brand and style, except that the strap on the right one was slightly narrower.

Obviously it was for Jiang Li.

Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, took out the watch and tried it on his wrist, and asked curiously, "This is really from your father? Your father has never seen me, so how do you know that my wrist is a circle thinner than yours?"

Sheng Qianling glanced at the direction in which his mother went upstairs just now, and said with a smile, "I don't know either."

In fact, Jiang Li knew that it was sent by Pan Mingyu.

This watch brand is loud and expensive, and it is hard to find a watch. It is obviously not ready today.

He silently recalled how Pan Mingyu's face turned pale from his anger, and smiled happily.

This Ms. Pan is quite interesting.

The author says:

Friends, the name "Sheng Yulin" appeared in this chapter;

This is Sheng Qianling's younger brother.

Sheng Yulin is the male protagonist of the next "Turning the Heart";

Although it is a romance, you may not read it, but please take care of Qianling's face;

Bookmark "Touching the Heartstrings", so I can get on the list instinctively, okay?

Bow to everyone!