Xi Yan's letter

Seeing her pretty figure disappearing at the airport gate, he smiled. It turned out that someone cared very well. He has been pampering Ouyang Fen for several years, and she also enjoyed his love and pampering. It seemed that she should have been cared for like that. Even if he was in poor health, she never felt sorry for him. In fact, he had been with Ouyang Fen for the years. He was even hospitalized for acute appendicitis, and Zheng Ying was still with him in the hospital. But she took the opportunity to go to Bali for a month.

"Mommy, hug Beibei." Seeing the two children getting off the plane, they were hugged by their mother and Uncle Cheng separately. She smiled happily. As soon as Beibei saw her, she spread her arms.

"Bay bet miss mommy. Bei bet wants mommy to hug her." The beautiful daughter stretched out her little hand and threw herself into her arms. "Brother Mingxi, why are you here?" Qingyi glanced at Cheng Mingxi, who was carrying two super-large suitcases behind her. He is Uncle Cheng's son, four years older than her. She is tall and handsome, with her blue eyes so deep that it makes people unable to guess what he thinks in his heart. She is a typical mixed-race boy and a super handsome guy in romance novels.

"I won't come, see how do you bring those two little ones?" He spoke coldly and coolly. He had long experienced his indifference, and Qingyi smiled disapprovingly, "Brother Mingxi, thank you for your hard work." Then he couldn't kiss Beibei and the baby in the face.

"I like children so much and still stay here, I don't know what you think." Ming and cold, living in an environment where you fight for each other since childhood, I have long developed a personality that will not reveal my emotions. Only in front of Qingyi can he reveal his nature slightly.

"Mom, Uncle Cheng, let's go." She hugged Beibei and pulled the baby, she walked in front. Perhaps because she had been immersed in the joy of meeting the child, she didn't notice that her mother's face was always heavy, with a hint of pity in her eyes.

"Qingyi, why did you let him come?" Wen Qi seemed not willing to see Zheng Xiaolang very much, so he pulled Qingyi's clothes and asked.

"Wen Qi." Chengwen grabbed his wife's shoulder in time.

"Mom, he is always the child's father." He looked at his mother and turned around and explained.

"Hello." Zheng Xiaolang pretended not to hear it, with a faint smile on his face, stretched out his hand and shook it with Chengwen. He was not forced but not very enthusiastic. Only when his eyes fell on the two children, he finally showed a happy expression.

"This man is not very good." Cheng Mingxi pursed his thin lips, opened the trunk, and put his luggage in.

"Mom, are you staying at home or a hotel?" Qing Yi sat in the front passenger seat, holding Beibei in her arms. Beibei was fat, she turned around and asked.

"Let's stay in a hotel, baby and Beibei are with us." Wen Qi seemed to be still angry, and his tone was not very good.

After arranging the hotel, Wen Qi said she wanted to take a shower and asked her to go back and rest first and come over in the afternoon. Qingyi nodded and walked out of the large suite before she saw Zheng Xiaolang standing at the door.

"Qingyi, did my mother know that you had a child very early?" The emotions in his eyes were very complicated.

"Well, I only found out recently." She didn't want her mother to know that he wasn't leaving, so she pulled him and walked towards the elevator first.

"Qingyi, stop." Before the elevator arrived, Cheng Mingxi chased after him. He glanced at Zheng Xiaolang.

"I'll wait for you in the garage." Zheng Xiaolang was very aware of it. Seeing that the elevator arrived, he stood in first, reached out and pressed the elevator button.

"Qingyi, this is a letter from Xi Yan to you. Don't blame him, he is actually a good man." He stuffed the letter into Qingyi's hand. "If you feel sad, come and find me. My place will always be your strong support." He pointed to his broad shoulders.

Surprisingly, he talked so much today. He rarely spoke, at most he looked at her coldly or hummed with a poisonous mouth. He was too lazy to even say hello.

"Brother Mingxi, is something wrong?" Holding the blue envelope in her hand, her heart was deep, as if she had fallen into the ice cave.

"I've seen it and come to me again. I hope you'll go home and see it." He pushed her into the elevator. The moment the elevator was closed, his heart felt indescribable pain. Can this girl who went to the United States with Aunt Wen three years ago bear another blow? He couldn't protect her, and was still as unable to protect her favorite person as he was a child.

After getting off the elevator and walking to the parking lot, she saw Zheng Xiaolang standing there with a gloomy face. I remember that when he got off just now, his face was not as ugly as this, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances. "Are you uncomfortable?" He didn't want to ask, but he asked.

"It's nothing, I just want to go back and take a nap." He mocked him a little. It turned out that he was really old. A man in his thirties would have such a headache because he didn't sleep all night.

"Can you drive?" She was a little worried, but then she wondered if she was too troublesome. Had she been in charge of his affairs too much, would he really think that she would give him hope?

"Can you help me drive? I don't want to go back." When he thought of the cold home, he sighed. For the first time, he hoped that Qingyi could be with him, even if she was just with him.

"I have an available room there. If you don't dislike it, stay with me for a rest." She didn't want to go to Chunning, nor did she want to see Ouyang Fen, so she didn't want to take him back to her home. How unwise it was.

Her home is very simple, with blue curtains and blue tablecloths. It is completely different from the time she came here a few years ago.

The room was covered with a lilac bedspread and a thin white quilt. "Lying down for a while, I'm going to see the child in the afternoon. We'll go together when you wake up." Before closing the door, Qingyi said softly.

The room was filled with her faint fragrance, and her warmth seemed to remain on the quilt and pillowcase. He smiled, this was her room. She actually let him sleep in her room.

Close his eyes, he fell asleep very easily. His sleep has always been bad, and sometimes he needs sleeping pills to help him fall asleep. But today it was unexpected that he slept dreamlessly all morning. He woke up until he heard a soft sob from the living room.

When she opened the door, she saw her whole body sinking into the sofa, her eyes slightly red, and a blue envelope was placed on the table. He understood a little. She just cried because she read the letter. She couldn't help but feel a little jealous. She didn't know who was so capable, but actually made Qingyi cry.

"Are you okay?" He walked over and sat down beside her, carefully embraced her shoulders, and hugged her in his arms as if he was cherishing a precious piece of porcelain.

"Xi Yan is getting married... The bride is not me, isn't it a bit vulgar? It's like a romance story that has known the ending for a long time." She said intermittently and seemed to care. But he clearly felt her sadness. They had been together for three years, and he didn't believe that they would have no feelings at all. Maybe the result was the best, and he could take her back with peace of mind.

Originally, I didn't like to be accustomed to him and hoped that he could find his favorite, but if she really knew that he was thrown into someone else's arms, her heart still hurts very much. It was a habit for three years, that she couldn't bear to give up on his care for three years, or that she had inadvertently devoted her feelings over the past three years. She couldn't figure it out and didn't want to figure it out anymore. She only knew that she was in a low mood and in a bad mood at this moment, and she really wanted to find a place to vent.

"Qingyi, don't cry, I will feel distressed." His arm was exerting force without realizing it. Looking at the sadness in her eyes, he pressed down his lips without realizing it. The gentle kiss was passed on to her body bit by bit, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a huge fire. He ignited the raging fire on the two of them. He slowly uncovered her clothes, and changed from the light kiss just now to a fierce kiss, trying to bury himself into her body. He rubbed her into his body, and no longer separated from her.

"Dingdong, Dingdong." The doorbell rang unexpectedly. The two of them suddenly separated, Qingyi's face turned red like cherries. She hurriedly sorted out her dress that he had crumpled. He heard that the doorbell was still ringing constantly, so she hurriedly jumped off the sofa and ran to open the door.

"I'm still hurt." Cheng Mingxi stood at the door. The white casual outfit changed the gloomyness of the past and added a little warmth of the elder brother next door. When he opened the door, he only noticed that Qingyi's eyes were as red as rabbits and as swollen as walnuts. He didn't notice her blushing face. He had been waiting for the habit of three years, but she didn't move, which made him feel a little confused for a moment.

For three years, as long as she was wronged, she would throw herself into her arms, cry loudly, or rub her tears on him. Then, as long as he took her out for a delicious meal, her anger or grievance would basically disappear.

He looked at the living room in confusion, and when he saw the anger in his heart, he rushed towards his forehead.

"How could you be here?" He almost rushed over. After knowing that he almost died and left the United States in pain, his anger could not be restrained. Three years ago, when he first saw Qingyi, he swore that he must protect her and not let her suffer any harm or grievance. For three years, he has protected her under his wings and prevented her from being hurt by anyone. But Xi Yan still hurt her, and Xi Yan had nothing to say about Xi Yan's hurt, just as Aunt Wen said, Qingyi had already expressed his opinion, as long as he found what he loved, she was willing to let him go. But the man on the sofa was different. He was the most primitive source of Qingyi's pain.

"Brother Mingxi, let him go. What are you doing? He just took a nap with me for a while just now." Qingyi pulled the two of them away, sighed and went to the kitchen to pour two cups of tea for them, put it in front of the two of them, and then snuggled beside Cheng Mingxi and explained softly.
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