Two days later, Yan Xiaye returned to the Qin family again.

"Miss, you're back."

The housekeeper brought the servant to greet her, observing her expression without any trace: "The master is resting in his room, if you want to visit..."

"Yeah." Yan Xiaye nodded, and there was no unnecessary expression on Qingmei's little face: "Take me there."

The butler was obviously relieved, agreed with relief, and took a step forward to lead the way.

This is the first time she has gone to Mr. Qin’s bedroom since she moved into Qin’s villa.

Walking through the layers of steps and the gorgeous and empty corridor, Yan Xiaye stopped in front of a brown room door.

The housekeeper knocked on the door respectfully and reported for her: "Old sir, the eldest lady is back."

"Ahem."

A vicissitudes of cough sounded in the room, and it sounded quite ill: "Come in."

With permission, Yan Xiaye pushed the door open and entered.

When I saw the arrangement in the room, I couldn't help but be stunned.

The entire villa is designed according to Mr. Qin's aesthetic, and various antiques seem to be everywhere.

In comparison, his room was extremely simple.

A large dragon and phoenix bed occupies the largest area in the room. There is a half-person-high antique vase in the corner of the wall, and a dressing table with an ancient shape next to the window, full of traces of time.

Yan Xiaye glanced calmly, thinking that it must be something his deceased wife had used.

On the bed, Mr. Qin was resting with a blanket. At this moment, he stood up and sat on the cushion and waved to her, "Xia Ye, come and sit down, it just happened that the servant just delivered the fruit."

Yan Xiaye lowered his eyes and looked at it, walked up to sit on the imperial concubine's couch beside the bed.

She was waiting for Mr. Qin to ask her the fact that she ran through the window, but the other party just asked her about her life these two days, like an ordinary father who cared about her daughter, and never mentioned the unhappiness of that day.

"I'm too willful, which makes you worried." After a few words, Yan Xiaye directly got to the point: "The housekeeper said, your body..."

"It's okay. At my age, my resistance is not as good as that of young people. It's common for colds and fevers to catch a cold."

When Mr. Qin said this, his face weakly looked breathlessly: "Xia Ye, I have called Mr. Xu to ask about the unhappiness between you and the second son of the Xu family. It seems that it is my misunderstanding as a father.

I'll take you."

For Mr. Qin, who has been circling in the rivers and seas for half his life, this level of words is equivalent to apology.

Yan Xiaye was a little surprised that Mr. Xu would speak for her so easily, and nodded thoughtfully: "Just solve the misunderstanding."

"You must be very wronged at that time. It would be fine if Jing Yi didn't believe you. My father couldn't stand on your side."

Old Qin sighed heavily, and his turbid pupils looked at Yan Xiaye quietly: "You should blame me in your heart, but the attitude of the Xu family is very important to the current Qin family. In that case, I must

I can only choose to let you down if I give Xu Zixu an explanation."

Yan Xiaye didn't expect that Mr. Qin would speak so heart-to-heart, and he felt a little more aggrieved.

Moreover, she has long been used to being betrayed by her relatives, and it is no big deal to have it once more. She will always feel numb if she hurts a lot.

But it was impossible to make her look grateful immediately. At most, she felt relieved with a little unjust and said lightly: "I understand."

“Summer Night…”

Qin was a cunning old fox. When he saw her, he felt a little cold. He felt a lot from his heart, and his emotions of regret were overwhelming.

In this life, he owed her and her mother too much.

God gave him mercy and made him meet his daughter before his death, but his mind was still full of family and hurt his daughter's heart for the sake of benefit. I don't know if there is any chance to make up for it before his death.

Yan Xiaye couldn't stand the old man's complicated and unspeakable gaze, so he barely pulled the corner of his lips and smiled, and reached out to pick up the fruit knife and apple on the coffee table: "Do you like to cut it in half or cut it into small pieces?"

"Everything is good, all is good."

Old Qin smiled and looked at her with his head down and peeling, his eyes suddenly penetrated the years, and he saw another shadow of his lifelong love from her.

His dry lips opened and closed silently, and he murmured at the name lovingly, and the corners of his eyes were dry and he could not shed a single tear.

The beauty has passed away, and her annoyance and crying are just a little sad, and cannot change the past and ending.

Fortunately—and soon, he will be reunited with her soon.

On the side, Yan Xiaye cut the flesh into a convenient size for the entrance, looked up and asked in confusion: "What did you say?"

"Nothing, thank you for coming to see me."

After reaching out to take the small bowl that Yan Xiaye handed over, Mr. Qin couldn't wait to taste a piece, cherishing it as if he had eaten it for the first time in his life, "It's so delicious."

With Mr. Qin’s value, the level of delicacies like Manchu and Han banquets are just daily.

What he said was delicious was not about an apple, but about Yan Xiaye's intention.

Yan Xiaye silently watched the old man taste one by one, and his eyes suddenly felt a little sour.

She sighed in her heart, and she whispered softly: "Don't worry, I don't mean to blame you. You can rest assured and recover. I'll see you tomorrow."

After saying this, she didn't dare to see what Mr. Qin's expression was, and turned around and left quietly.

When she turned around and closed the door, she saw that the butler who brought her over was still waiting in the same place. She hesitated for a moment and asked a little awkwardly: "Can I use the kitchen?"

"You want to..." The butler widened his eyes and almost cried with joy: "Of course, this is your home, you can do whatever you want."

"Thanks."

Nodded and passed by the butler, Yan Xiaye went to the kitchen and spent two hours to make four side dishes and a pot of milky white fish soup.

She put these dishes into dishes one by one and put them on the plate. She asked the maid to find the housekeeper and handed the tray to the other party: "Please."

"Don't you send it in person?"

The housekeeper hesitated to take it, unable to figure out why she was willing to miss such a good opportunity.

Although the inside story of the Qin family is not worthy of being outsiders, as Mr. Qin's right-hand man for many years, he knew very well that the young lady and the eldest master were in full swing for heirs, and they were in a very delicate position.

In this situation, pleased Mr. Qin is of course the best shortcut to success, no doubt.

However, Yan Xiaye never intended to please anyone, and everything he did was sincere, so he naturally ignored this so-called shortcut.

"No." Yan rejected the other party's hint concisely. Yan Xiaye tidied up his clothes a little, and thought about it and planned to go back to the room to change one: "I want to go out, I may come back later, but I will

Back."

The housekeeper knew and thought to himself that Xia Ye might be timid in the hometown. Facing Mr. Qin, who has been separated for many years, wants to get close to him but is over the age of a child, he can only express her kindness in such a weird way.

.

He looked at the graceful lady with emotion and emotion. He realized what she meant: "With your words, everyone will feel at ease."

...

After changing his clothes, Yan Xiaye used his mobile phone to call a taxi as usual, and rushed to the villa where Ji Liangchen temporarily settled before dark.

The afterglow of the sunset shines into the room from outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the fine dust is flying lightly in the light, so you can hear your heartbeat quietly.

"Mr. Ji?"

After tentatively calling Ji Liangchen's name, the smile on the corner of Yan Xiaye's lips gradually solidified and eventually turned into nothingness.

Slowly sitting down on the sofa, she looked out the window with blank eyes, her slender spine seemed to be unable to bear any weight.

Before she knew it, she had already buried her head in her knees and let herself cry.

It turned out that she was far from as strong as she thought.

I don't know how long it took, but she forced herself to stop here, pursed her lips and smiled mockingly, and wiped away her tears casually with the back of her hand.

The tears that blurred vision disappeared, and she looked back inadvertently, and her pupils shrank violently in an instant.

Not far away, a man in a home clothes stood on the railing on the second floor and looked down at her. His peach blossom eyes were shimmering, and the expression between his eyebrows was a kind of gentle pity. I don’t know how long I had been looking at it.

That expression deeply hurt her self-esteem.

"Ji Liangchen?"

She stood up from the sofa at a loss, nervous like a child who had done something wrong and was caught: "You..."

"You don't come to see me, so I feel embarrassed to bring other women here. I slept lonely for an afternoon and just woke up."

As if nothing had happened, Ji Liangchen yawned lazily, half-joking and half-seriously said, "Do you know, your expression is very charming now. I honestly explain whether it was intentional to seduce me.

Extremely hard work?”

Yan Xiaye's slender eyelashes trembled, and his wet eyes looked particularly innocent. He followed him very casually and laughed: "Since you have guessed it, it seems that I have failed?"

"uncertain……"

While speaking, the man had already come to her and stood there with a tall body.

He stretched out his finger and rubbed the crystal flashing on her eyelashes. He withdrew his fingers in a particularly sensational way and licked them gently in front of her.

Yan Xiaye is a flirting rookie, with her cheeks slightly hot and a little tempting blush.

Ji Liangchen lamented in his heart, if Yan Xiaye's purpose was not so mysterious, he would definitely not be able to stop him on the spot. It would be too cruel to see that it would be too cruel to not eat.

Recalling the saltiness left between his lips and teeth, he decided to turn his grief into appetite and suddenly spoke: "I'm hungry, do you want to eat Sichuan cuisine?"

"……good."

Yan Xiaye lowered his eyes awkwardly, took out his cell phone and checked the nearby Sichuan restaurant. He spent some time carefully comparing the comments of diners.

During the whole process, Ji Liangchen stood there so straight, staring at her meaningfully.
Chapter completed!