My son sleeps lightly

Ye Lan has always wanted to talk about this question. Ever since Xiao Chong and her Daoming heart, this person has said more and more to herself, and it has become more and more disgusting. I don't know which opening it is, but,

Ye Lan admits that this is really useful.

He walked towards Xiao Chong, and Xiao Chong just reached out to pull him.

Ye Lan sat by Xiao Chong's bed, looked at Xiao Chong's more angular face, her heart softened for a while, she moved her body, rested her head on Xiao Chong's uninjured shoulder, and breathed a sigh of relief, "But I still... ..."

"I know," Xiao Chong stroked Ye Lan's back lightly with his hands. It was obviously not the first time they hugged, but Xiao Chong could really hear his heartbeat. He knew what Ye Lan's meekness represented at the moment, he had to be careful Taking advantage of this time, "No accident will happen to the Ye family, and neither will I. You are a treasure who will be confessed for the rest of your life. No one can make you feel sad."

Ye Lan always felt a little angry when she heard this, "Who said I'm going to be confessed?"

Xiao Chongdao, "Second Young Master, you have protected me for so many years, can you change it for a while?"

Ah, this man.

Ye Lan couldn't say a word, looking at Xiao Chong's slightly grinning mouth, he felt his heart pounding and uncomfortable.

He had rarely felt this way before.

Is there something wrong with your body?

Thinking of this, Ye Lan hurriedly asked, "Did the doctor who treated you say when he will come for a follow-up visit? I have to ask him to check for me."

Xiao Chong's eyes widened all of a sudden, "Are you injured? Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

"What are you in a hurry for?" Ye Lan pushed him, fussing, "It's nothing, I just feel uncomfortable after eating."

"So," Xiao Chong asked Ye Lan again, "Do you know about the traitor?"

Ye Lan was quiet for a while, "Cousin seems to be very hurt, and now he is also concerned about this matter, why my cousin has to encounter so much suffering, he is obviously such a good person."

"The more persistent a person is, the more suffering he will encounter."

Ye Lan raised his eyes slightly, seeing Xiao Chonglue's somewhat bewildered expression, felt another pain in his heart, his Xiao Chong had grown up, and his eyes began to contain things he had never seen before, but whether it was scheming, sophistication, or even conspiracy , when he faces himself, he will always look like that pair when he was a child.

Ye Lan leaned on Xiao Chong's shoulder, her mind seemed to be able to calm down slowly again.

……

After a few days, Xiao Chong was finally able to get out of bed and walk, Ye Lan specially lent him a set of clothes.

The clothes are also strange, Ye Lan kept looking around Xiao Chong.

Xiao Chong is now about the same height as himself, so it is no problem to wear his own clothes, but why do you think this clothes are more suitable for Xiao Chong than for yourself?

"Your shoulders are too narrow, you can't support this kind of clothes at all," Liang Qiu said sarcasticly while drinking tea, happily, "Look at how heroic Xiao Chong is wearing."

"Talk to people when you see people," Ye Lan glared at him, and then helped Xiao Chong put on his belt, and then suddenly remembered, "What are you doing here?"

"I didn't hear that Xiao Chong was going to visit his mother, so he came to join in the fun."

"What does it have to do with you when people visit their mother?"

"What does that have to do with you?" Liang Qiu asked back, seeing Xiao Chong and Ye Lan's embarrassing gaze at each other, and rolled his eyes, "What new progress have you two made?"

"The same has nothing to do with you!" After Ye Lan helped Xiao Chong fasten his belt, he flapped his front twice, "I'm much more energetic."

Xiao Chong looked at Ye Lan again, "Are you really not with me?"

"Well," Ye Lan twitched inexplicably, "There will be opportunities in the future, don't you want to have a few words with your mother alone?"

Xiao Chong lowered his eyes and said nothing more.

Liang Qiu could only roll his eyes when he saw the attitude of the two of them, "Hey, I think it's necessary for us to discuss these things now. After you and your mother finish seeing each other, find a suitable place."

After he finished speaking, he walked away without waiting for Xiao Chong's "OK."

Ye Lan bared her teeth at Liang Qiu's back, then turned back to look at Xiao Chong, "Don't worry, if you don't want to say it, my cousin and I will explain it the same way."

"I will do it myself."

Xiao Chong gently shook Ye Lan's hand, "Wait for me."

Ye Lan dared to shake his left hand with his right hand when he heard the door closed. Where did this bastard learn these methods of provoking people's hearts?

Xiao Chong was led by Xiao Ao to a secluded courtyard in Changling.

The small courtyard is a single family, with no houses around. There is a large yard, planted with countless bamboos——Xiao Hantian likes bamboo the most.

"Brother," Xiao Ao lowered his head, looked up at Xiao Chong, didn't know what to say, waited for Xiao Chong to nod, and opened the two doors.

Inside the door was an elegantly dressed lady sitting on a chair. In fact, she was already trembling all over, but she kept holding her hands tightly, enduring it, but when Xiao Chong's familiar face came into her eyes, all the previous All the preparations were useless.

Big tears fell down, she couldn't remember to wipe them off, she just waved to Xiao Chong, "Come on, child, come here."

Xiao Ao closed the door tightly, squatted behind the door, kept wiping his tears with his hands, and suppressed the sobbing.

Xiao Chong took two steps toward the woman, his mind went blank.

The woman couldn't help touching Xiao Chong's face with her hands, he looked so much like that person, no wonder Zhang Tao and the others could recognize it at a glance, it was so similar, the woman's tears fell on the front of the clothes, unexpectedly Can shed wet stains.

Xiao Chong's lips trembled, he finally calmed down, sucked his nose, and finally choked out a word, "Mother..."

He couldn't help but hugged the woman's shoulder before he could read it completely, and wept.

The woman's crying went from forbearing to unbridled, her child, her poor child, she shouted into the air, "Chong'er!"

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