Saving The Villain Boy

Chapter 43: reunion

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"It's too late to say it, so I rushed forward with a single stride and punched the man directly in the face..."

Zheng Zeyu took a piece of jelly and tied his tongue with the soft flesh, making the last few words he uttered almost indistinguishable.

Yan Qiwei blinked and listened with interest to him running the train with his mouth full.

It has been half a year since she and Liang Xiao established their relationship. Now that it is the middle of winter, Ms. Xie Yuan, who is blazing, came from the south early and led her family to the Liang family to pay New Year's greetings. She didn't expect to meet Zheng Zeyu and Guo Mengmeng who also came to visit.

Zheng Zeyu is a familiar character, especially likes the liveliness of people. Once he opens his mouth, he can't stop talking. Under the urging of several elders, he talked about his love history with Guo Mengmeng.

Liang Bozhong sighed: "Brother, what's the point? You've been talking for so long, and the heroine hasn't even appeared yet."

"Right now, don't be impatient." He slowed down his speech and coughed lightly, "The man ran away while crying. I had a fever because of drinking alcohol before, so I hugged Mengmeng without thinking about it. Then She told me, let's be together."

There was a sigh of contempt all around.

Yan Ziluo was stunned for a while: "So, you are the one who was accused?"

Liang Bozhong frowned into a small lock shape: "Brother, listening to your proud tone, I thought you would be more proactive."

"What can't you be proud of?" Zheng Zeyu looked right, "I have a good daughter-in-law, which is the happiest thing."

Guo Mengmeng was a little embarrassed by this sentence, she quietly held his hand on the sofa, and the corner of her mouth curved slightly.

It was a very long memory.

The days when Weiwei passed away and Liang Xiao was hospitalized were extremely difficult. One day, Zheng Zeyu, who was depressed, asked her out for a drink. The former was very drunk after a few glasses of wine. Guo Mengmeng went to the front desk to check out alone. Unexpectedly, she met the boy in junior high school who had been chasing and beating her despite having a girlfriend in the corridor.

He is undoubtedly the culprit responsible for Guo Mengmeng's school violence. The two hadn't seen each other for a long time. She subconsciously felt a wave of disgust and chills, but the other party smiled greasy and took a step closer: "We met again. Who did you come with? Do you want me to take you home?"

At that time, she was almost drunk, her consciousness was fluttering and she couldn't concentrate, and her body was so weak that she could barely lean against the wall.

Seeing that the boy was getting closer again, Guo Mengmeng secretly clenched her fists, and it was a big deal to fight him.

Suddenly, a figure came over in a dim yellow light, and the tall shadow shrouded the boy in darkness.

Like a devil from the abyss, she is also a god who descended from the sky.

Zheng Zeyu's voice resounded extremely clearly in his ears, without the slightest hint of joy and amusement in his usual days, his rough voice mixed with alcohol was low and hoarse, full of murderous intent: "She's coming with me."

The boy's face turned pale immediately, and Empress Cang took a step back: "Zheng, Zheng Zeyu?"

Accompanied by the sound of these syllables at the same time, there was the muffled sound of fists slamming into the flesh, followed by a hoarse wailing that filled the entire corridor.

Zheng Zeyu frowned, full of anger: "I beat you once, and warned you not to provoke her again, don't you have a long memory?"

Guo Mengmeng's heart skipped a beat at that moment.

It turns out that Zheng Zeyu has been silently standing beside him since a long time ago, blocking many dirty and turbulent undercurrents for her.

when she didn't know it.

The boy was beaten until his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he ran away crying. During her brief stunned moment, a burst of hot air mixed with the strong smell of alcohol approached her side.

With a big hot and powerful hand covering his back, Guo Mengmeng fell into Zheng Zeyu's arms.

She heard the young man's violent heartbeat, and his unconscious whisper: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Guo Mengmeng couldn't recall what she was thinking at that time. She only remembered that she wrapped her hands around Zheng Zeyu's back and said to him sullenly, "Let's be together."

He habitually responded: "Mmm, okay."

It took a while to realize what was going on. She blushed and let go of her. Looking at Guo Mengmeng's eyes, she asked, "You, you, what did you say?"

The two of them were so confused and logically together.

Since then, Guo Mengmeng's life has finally changed from night to dawn. She was among the best in the college entrance examination, married her beloved after graduating from college, and now has made a name for herself in the industry. Everything went unbelievably smoothly.

The only shortcoming is that the girl who led her to the day will never appear again.

Thinking of this, her heartbeat stagnated, and her expression slightly restrained.

Zheng Zeyu saw the slight change in his expression. He guessed what his wife was thinking and felt, and calmly held her hand back.

As they often did in their student days.

Chen Jiayi took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "It's really unexpected that Bo Zhong's favorite novel series is actually Wei Wei's work. I read it a while ago, and the plot is really brilliant."

Liang Bozhong was shocked: "Mom, you said before that I didn't do a proper job reading novels!"

Yan Qiwei choked.

That set of novels is her freewheeling work to express her passion and emotions. The plot is about how happy it is, and the audience is generally middle and high school students. In the past, the reason why she wore a vest was because she didn't want the people around her to know the outbreak of her secondary illness.

The suave and elegant image of young women in literature and art has collapsed.

She touched her nose and smiled embarrassedly: "Mom, you have won the prize."

After speaking, I realized that something was wrong.

Wait, just now.

Did she just... call out "Mom"

Liang Bozhong and Yan Ziluo said in unison, "Tsk tsk."

Yan Qiwei has lived with Liang Wei's body for nearly two years, and has long been used to calling Chen Jiayi "mother".

Her heart crackled, and the hot breath rushed to the tip of her nose from her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. After a while, she hurriedly explained, "No, no, Aunt Jiayi is sorry, I…

Chen Jiayi laughed hard: "Oh, Weiwei, don't be shy, just get used to it."

Liang Xiao glanced at Yan Qiwei who blushed and lowered her head beside her, pursed her lips lightly and smiled.

He touched her head and peeled off a candy for comfort. The latter bit down without thinking, and when the aroma of milk spread between his lips and teeth, the blush on his face became deeper and deeper.

He did this... Wouldn't it be more ambiguous.

Out of a little revenge, Yan Qiwei quietly pinched his lower back.

Liang Bozhong and Yan Ziluo: "Tsk tsk tsk."

After looking at each other at the same time, they opened their mouths at the same time.

Liang Bozhong: "Sister, I bought a new set of "Ghost Story" character figures, do you want to go and have a look?"

Yan Ziluo: "Sister, let's go out for a snowball fight, I haven't seen snow in a long time."

After speaking, they looked at each other again, and then turned to Yan Qiwei, with two big words written in the twinkling eyes of Bulling: Choose me.

Yan Qiwei: …

Help.

How the ancient emperor survived from the three thousand beauties in the harem, she was already dizzy just dealing with these two younger brothers.

Just when Yan Qiwei didn't know how to respond, Liang Xiao, who was beside her, suddenly stood up and reached out to her: "Want to go shopping in the garden?"

She naturally took his hand without hesitation, and when she turned to leave, Liang Xiao glanced at the two of them with a light expression, Jun Xiu's sword eyebrows raised slightly.

Zhenggong came forward, and they became real younger brothers.

Where is this competition for favor, it is simply unilateral crushing.

Liang Bo Zhongsheng has no love for his face: "Do you want to fight the alliance?"

Yan Ziluo was heartbroken: "Fight."

"Let's go?"

"Walk."

On the desolate and silent winter day, the whole world seemed to fall asleep.

In the sky of the imperial capital, there were always fluffy, soft gray clouds floating in the sky. The sun was hidden, and only a faint golden light overflowed from the depths of the clouds.

Yan Qiwei was walking in the snow, remembering when Liang Xiao first came to Liang's house seven years ago.

At that time, the garden was also covered with snow, and they walked one after the other, while the boy gently brushed the snowflakes from her head. It was the first time she knew that it didn't take a warm kiss or hug, a feather-soft touch could make one's heart pound.

"Actually, I don't really like hanging out with relatives during the New Year. Every time I pay a New Year's visit, I stay in the room and don't want to go out." She took a deep breath, her eyes lingering on the beating spots of light under the pine branches and leaves, half-jokingly, "I can visit willingly, yes. The privilege of classmate Liang Xiao's family."

Liang Xiao's voice came from overhead: "Why don't you like New Year's greetings?"

"Because relatives are always asking a lot of questions, such as where they work, what their salary is, and whether they have a boyfriend. My cousin is only twenty-five years old this year, and the aunt and aunt who are urging marriage are already in the first place. Dachuan, it is estimated that when I reach that age, I will also be cursed."

Yan Qiwei said with a sigh, her eyes raised inadvertently, and met him without any defense.

There was a smile in Liang Xiao's eyes, and he looked at her without blinking. Even though his eyes collided, he didn't move away as shyly as before. It turned out that when Yan Qiwei was casually looking at the garden scenery, he used this kind of suffocating gentle eyes. Staring at her intently.

Heart skipped a beat.

The two stopped at the same time.

The young man's deep voice did not appear cold and indifferent due to the severe winter cold, but instead carried a gentle warmth that warmed into the bone marrow, and fell slowly with the snowflakes.

"No." He seemed to laugh, and seemed to be a little nervous. All his emotions were stopped on the tip of his stiff tongue, and he stretched out his hand to wrap the broken hair around her ear. "Before that, you will marry me."

A very determined tone, not to be stubborn, right at the center of the mouth.

here we go again.

How could he always say shy words with such a calm tone with a smile.

There was a trace of heat in the ear where the fingertips brushed, and Yan Qiwei summoned the courage to look at him.

Then she stood on tiptoe, raised her hand to lower Liang Xiao's head, and bit his earlobe very quickly.

The numbness brought by the touch of the teeth tips was instantly detonated by the warm breath, and then the red lips pursed and fit on the red earlobe.

The teeth were hard, the lips were soft, and the heat wave rushed to the top of the head one after another, and the heart seemed to be bitten by a small insect.

Her voice was sweet and clear like a spring, but there was some tenderness in her conversation: "Liang Xiao, then you have to hurry up."

After the banquet, the guests dispersed, leaving only a family of four sitting in the living room.

Liang Qi stared at his son for a long time, looking like he was hesitant to say anything; Chen Jiayi took a mouthful of melon seeds, with an unconcealed smile on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't say a word.

On the other hand, little boy Liang Bozhong asked in a daze: "Brother, why is your right earlobe red? Did you hit something?"

Alas, silly boy.

Seeing that Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and then the red tide spread to the whole ear, Chen Jiayi shook her head in her heart. After all, she didn't speak, and smiled and handed him a small mirror.

The young man in the mirror has stern brows and clear outlines. This is the gloomy appearance of Gu Jue, but it is greatly softened by the faint crimson mist on his cheeks.

This wisp of red is the most intense in the right ear, covering the entire earlobe incomparably clearly.

It was a lipstick print.

Liang Xiao did not wipe it off, but lightly touched the crimson with his fingers, and subconsciously raised the corner of his mouth with a chuckle.

This smile was a little pampering, but also a little connivance and helplessness, which was fleeting in an instant, but it was enough to make Liang Bozhong stunned.

The single child Liang Bozhong took a sip of the lemon juice in front of him and his eyes were blank: "My brother is stupid?"

Chen Jiayi blocked his mouth with a bean paste cake, and her smiling voice slowly diffused into the light.

"That's a good thing."

The author has something to say: Ahhh sorry! Too busy recently, the update is not stable qwq

It ends tomorrow night! Duck! Thank you to the little angel who voted for the king or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

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There are 14 bottles of broken branches on the painting; 6 bottles of fog on one side; Liu AC, Xingxin, and s he raised his right hand to name 5 bottles;

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