Ying Lian, who is already twenty-seven years old: "..."
Have been offended.
Mo Qin had to admire He Jian. If he said anything else, Ying Lian might think it was nothing, but this... I didn't want to talk about it.
She would like to be called a little expert in stepping on thunder!
He Jian is only nineteen years old, eight years younger than him, which makes him ten years old.
He Jian and Mo Qin are only three years apart...
An inexplicable sense of crisis came to my mind.
As a person engaged in medical-related industries, Ying Lian cannot refute this sentence and can only choose to attack personally.
Ying Lian glanced at He Jian's small body and said with disgust:
"The little brat who doesn't have all his hair!"
He Jian leaned against the elevator wall and snorted, "Have you seen mine? Even if it's a child with hairless hair, it's better than an embroidered pillow!"
As soon as the elevator stopped, Mo Qin took the lead and walked out.
Stay away from schoolboy bickering!
As soon as Mo Qin opened the door, Ying Lian caught up with him. He held the door handle to prevent Mo Qin from closing the door.
"what are you doing?"
"Go home."
I don't know what Ying Lian told He Jian. He Jian didn't get off the elevator, so he probably left.
"Aren't you going to eat at my place?"
How could Ying Lian not know what Mo Qin was thinking? How could he let Mo Qin run home.
Mo Qin was moved and refused, "Call me when you're ready!"
She hasn't started firing yet, why should she go home and enjoy some private time?
Ying Lian didn't try to persuade her anymore, but squeezed in directly. The door was closed smoothly, and he took Mo Qin into his arms.
"You also think it's better to be younger?"
Mo Qin: "How could it be!"
Who doesn't like young!
"Am I that shallow?"
Ying Lian couldn't tell if Mo Qin was perfunctory, but he still felt that he should prove himself.
Mo Qin patted Ying Lian on the shoulder to comfort him, "You don't have to force yourself."
She had long since divorced herself from such low-level pleasures.
Ying Lian: "?"
Ying Lian tried his best to keep smiling, he picked him up and walked towards the room.
Mo Qin leaned on his shoulder and tapped the buttons on the collar with her fingers:
"what you do?"
Ying Lian put him on the bed, clasped Mo Qin's slender waist with one hand, leaned forward and pressed her, and his lips fell on Mo Qin's lips.
"Prove myself. I want to try, okay?"
Mo Qin blinked and his suspicious eyes fell on Ying Lian. After thinking for two seconds, he still put his arms around Ying Lian's neck.
The curtains in the room were closed, the light in the room suddenly dimmed, and the temperature in the air continued to rise.
The setting sun splashes on the sea of clouds, and the rays of rays fill the ground. I don't know if the light dyes the clouds, or if the clouds carry the light.
…
When Mo Qin woke up again, it was completely dark.
Ying Lian came in from outside. He leaned over to Mo Qin's ear and called her to get up.
The air conditioner was on and it was warm in the room. Mo Qin got up from the bed, and the quilt fell off her shoulders due to her movements.
Ying Lian was holding the clothes he had just dug out of the closet, but before he could help, Mo Qin snatched them away.
Mo Qin ordered him to be kicked out, "Why don't you go out?"
Ying Lian knelt half-kneeling beside the bed, his eyes falling on Mo Qin for a moment.
The light in the living room shone in from the door, and the scene inside the house was not very clear, but he had already memorized what he should and should not see.
"I'm afraid you don't have the strength, so I want to help you."
Mo Qin didn't buy it. He didn't want to help, he just wanted to take advantage!
"I can beat you ten times!"
Ying Lian chuckled lightly, hugged him directly with the quilt in his arms, and rubbed his head on Mo Qin's neck and shoulders.
"Okay, let's continue after dinner."
Mo Qin: "??"
continue……
She was talking about fighting, what was he talking about? !
Mo Qin began to wonder if Ying Lian's ascetic look before was fake.
Are psychological barriers so easy to overcome?
In the end, Mo Qin refused Ying Lian's service and got dressed by herself.
When they got to a place with light, Mo Qin saw what was happening under Ying Lian's unbuttoned collar. He might need to wear a turtleneck sweater when he went to work tomorrow.
Ying Lian had probably looked in the mirror a long time ago. When Mo Qin looked at him, he was not embarrassed at all, but started to seek a reputation for himself.
"You touched me, am I responsible?"
Mo Qin turned away his eyes and said the scumbag's words:
"You brought it to your door yourself!"
Don’t don’t want it for nothing!
Ying Lian narrowed his eyes with a fierce look, "Irresponsible bad guys must be punished."
Mo Qin said with a cold face: "Oh."
"..."
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In early summer of the next year, Feng Qiang received Ying Lian's wedding invitation.
Feng Qiang opened the invitation and looked at it. The photo was very beautiful, but how long had they been together, and they were planning to enter the grave of marriage so soon? ?
He didn't quite approve.
"Have you really decided? When you fall in love, you still need to talk a few more times before you know which one is really suitable for you. What if you meet someone better in the future and regret it?"
The two have not been colleagues for a long time, but as far as he knows, Ying Lian's love life is just a blank slate.
Ying Lian is so good-looking, what if he is defrauded of money and sex by a scumbag?
Ying Lian rolled his eyes at Feng Qiang, "Do you think they are all the same as you?"
The next one is always better.
Thinking of something, Ying Lian said earnestly, "You are already thirty-one this year, so pay more attention to physical care."
If you indulge in lust and harm your body, you may not be able to survive one day.
Feng Qiang: "..."
Yang Wanyan naturally received the invitation. As a mother, she was actually notified.
Yang Wanyan looked at the invitation in her hand and was speechless for a long time.
Her Qinqin is a well-behaved and filial child, and she would never do such a thing of killing him first and telling him off later.
There was no discussion at all with her about such a big event as getting married.
But touching Mo Qin's gaze, which looked like a stranger, Yang Wanyan couldn't hold back a single word of accusation in her heart.
Her dream didn't end until Brother Yi Shuqian was sentenced to death last winter.
The dream was over, but she couldn't tell the difference between reality and dream.
Yang Wanyan clutched the invitation in her hand, and her trembling voice seemed to sink into the dust.
"Are you my daughter?"
Mo Qin didn't have any kindness to save a sad mother. Her tone was neither sad nor happy:
"Don't you already have the answer in your heart?"
"..."
Yang Wanyan lost her last strength. She believed that family ties were the most unbreakable thing in the world, and her relatives would always be her backing.
But now she has lost the person closest to her biologically.
Was she wrong?
maybe.
At least she doesn't even have the courage to question Mo Qin now.
In order to help Wei Yuhe with medical treatment, Yang Wanyan almost emptied all her savings, leaving only a house in her hand.
The two soon fell out after Yang Wanyan refused to continue to provide financial support to Yang Wanxia.
Yang Wanxia even had the idea of Yang Wanyan's house.
Yang Wanyan couldn't bear the harassment and almost failed to keep her house. In the end, Yang Wanxia gave up on her own initiative. As for the reason, Yang Wanyan didn't know, but she couldn't help but think of Mo Qin's overly cold face.
Is her daughter still there...
(End of chapter)
