It is very smooth for a person to return home, but as soon as he leaves the airport, he is surrounded by all kinds of things!
The flashing light made my eyes cramp!
I never knew that the reporters from the southern country were so enthusiastic. The microphone hit me countless times, and the sound of questioning was like a huge wave that gradually rolled over, and it drowned me from head to toe all at once—
"Miss Zhen, I heard that Zhen Meng almost wanted to completely tear his face with the country this time because of your relationship, right?!"
"Miss Zhen, was the son of District Chief Zheng really killed by you?!"
"Miss Zhen, do you have anything to say about your own life experience?!"
"Miss Zhen, this time the matter was suddenly resolved automatically and peacefully. It is said that it was because of an emergency document from the General Administration, right?!"
"Miss Zhen..."
…
I was yelled and a little big head, just about to reach out and push these people away, "Bang—" A gunshot rang through the airport hall! In an instant, everyone looked around in horror!
Not far away, Chen Xi led a group of black-clothed men standing majestic at the reception desk, with bad eyesight, ferocious aura, and a typical gangster posture!
"Leave me aside for those who don't want to die! You guys, go and welcome the young lady over!"
It is estimated that I am so weak and helpless, and the pitiful appearance aroused Chen Xi's desire to protect the male who has always been in a state of sleep. Before approaching, he stretched out his palm and swept me in his arms, then raised his head viciously. Those gossips bravely rushing from all over the motherland cast a lethal stare, scaring these people a step back, and then collectively they were bombarded by Zhenjiapu’s guards outside the safe range. . Shu Liao
"Qu He didn't come back with you?" Chen Xi walked forward holding me, while asking a little strangely, "Didn't it say on the phone that he will accompany you?"
I pressed the painful temple and explained weakly:
"Just before leaving, his mother was hospitalized with chest pain, so she stayed and became a dutiful son in front of the hospital bed."
Chen Xi laughed after hearing this:
"Zhen Xiaozhu, are you actually taking a pity?"
Seeing me lazily not speaking, he continued with some meaningfulness:
"If it wasn't for Quhe this time, we might have to lose more. Why didn't he let you agree?"
I was stunned, smiled and punched him hard:
"Master Xi, you have done so many things for us with so many years of hard work, no matter how much you say, can you be promised to you, right?"
He smiled and grabbed my hand, and replied affectionately:
"Also."
"Okay, sister!"
…
When I returned home and saw the scarlet red door, I felt a sense of belonging spontaneously. I pulled Chen Xi and sighed:
"When can the fallen paint be painted again?"
Chen Xi raised her hand and patted my head vigorously, and asked in a painful tone:
"Have you forgotten how those pieces of paint came off?!"
When he said this, I suddenly remembered that there was indeed a time-honored allusion in it, and the perpetrator was still a small part of me.
It is said that after my body conditioning improved, I came back from the hospital for recuperation, and Chen Xi, the kid, was disciplined by Xiaoyan for a week because of his disrespect to me when I first met. After seeing me this time, I finally learned how to salute. Said:
"Hello, Missy."
I was also quite satisfied when I saw him in the welcoming team and nodded in appreciation.
Maybe people, I always like to show off my unique position and posture. When I was young and ignorant, I was already very aesthetically conscious and critical of this door:
"Father, the colors are all so uniformly red, without layering. Why don't we scrape the top pieces, and the colors are patchy and look better."
The old man wanted to rush back to the help to deal with the affairs, and by the way, he ordered Chen Xi, who was standing obediently, to order:
"Axi, you can help Xiaozhu to get this door," he bent over and touched my head. When he laughed, even the hideous scar on his face showed a kind of love, "I There are still things to do with your Uncle Xiaoyan. You have stayed at home obediently these past two days. If you want to eat or play, just tell Chen Xi, treat him as your brother, eh?"
I nodded obediently, and after watching them walk away docilely, I smiled and turned around and said to Chen Xi:
"Don't climb up to scrape?"
To be honest, I was really upset when I saw Chen Xi. I was unbearable and I always looked at me with a careful and critical eyes, as if I would do something bad at any time, and brew some bad thoughts, and I met for the first time. Chen Xi's eyes always make me feel extremely uncomfortable.
"So, you stinky girl, you have actually learned to borrow a knife to kill people and repay virtue with resentment!" Chen Xi unwillingly rubbed my hair hard, but suddenly softened her voice, "Go in, my eldest lady."
Slightly stunned, I looked up at him, and there was warmth flowing in my heart. Over the years, everything has changed, and only one person named Chen Xi has never changed. I watched his increasingly handsome figure. , Called out softly:
"Chen Xi... Brother."
This back froze suddenly, pulling my palm for a moment trembling.
In the living room, Dad and Xiao Yan were discussing something. When I came back, they were not too enthusiastic. This made me feel left out. When I think about the past, when Dad saw me not full of enthusiasm, even if he was planning to teach me a lesson. I would have caught my eye first, but now I just glanced at it lightly, and then whispered to Xiao Yan!
"Father!" I stood in front of him, thinking about whether to act like a coquettish or something, the man said with a slight humming, without looking up.
"Don't be coquettish, go take a shower, then come down to eat, I will study after dinner."
I tut twice, turn around and prepare to go upstairs, Xiao Yan suddenly said to stop me:
"When did the eldest Miss and the Fourth Young Master of the Qu Family meet?"
This question shouldn’t be asked for the first time. I really can’t say that we met because of some weird and mutually beneficial relationship. However, when it comes to composers, why is there really no such a family in my impression? What about the existence of the son
But obviously everyone is secretive about it.
"What does the Qu family do, do you want to guard against it like this?" I stood on the side of the stairs, with one hand on the handrail, "Father, I heard that this time the matter was settled because of a document? Why did Zheng Minghan Afraid of a document?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but frown. Qu Heming had a lot of quarrels with his family during the process of asking for this document. From another perspective, this document was sent, even if it shocked Zheng Minghan, But there is no benefit to the composer.
However, Qu He did it anyway.
For a moment, I felt a little touched in my heart, but my father snorted and looked up at me:
"Huh, the old fox of the Qu family married a female fox and gave birth to a little fox. How can a fox in a litter be prevented?"