After waiting for Ling to put all the dishes into the refrigerator, she turns around and finds Yi Jin leaning against the kitchen door, looking at her thoughtfully.

She didn't want to open her head to avoid his eyes, but when she was going out of the kitchen, she was inevitably held by him. "You haven't said good night yet." That's what he said.

"Good night," she said

He stared at her and suddenly smiled, "sister, your good night seems to be more and more perfunctory."

"..." she did not know how to answer him.

"It is suggested that if you want to like me, you should please me." Yi Jin bends down and looks down at the people in front of her, "so what do you say? If I please you, will you like me? "

Ling almost bit his tongue and stared at him with big eyes. What was he talking about? He... Please her?!

How could he have said that?!

Her appearance seemed to please him, "what's the matter? Did I surprise you so much when I said I wanted to please you? "

All she felt at once was that all the words were stuck in her throat.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her lips, "so elder sister, you should know how much I want you to like it. How do you think I can please you so that you can like me?"

Lips, as if burning up, with her heart beat, and became violent.

Did she ever think that Yi Jin would say such a thing to her? Does he want her to like it? Even in a flattering way?

How serious is he to her?

But she did not ask.

At noon of Qingming Festival, Yi Jin came to the hospital from Li Jing and walked into the old man's ward.

"Have you looked at my father's grave?" The old man Yi asked, "the man who once dominated the world is just an old man lying in the hospital bed.".

"Well, I have." Yi Jin leaves the way.

In the previous Qingming Festival, the old man would go to his father's grave with him, but since the old man was not fit enough to go to the cemetery, he would go to the cemetery and then go back to the old man.

"What would your father think if he knew that you were so obsessed with a woman now? Will he want to wake you up with a slap! " Old man Yi snorted coldly.

He doesn't like the feeling that his grandson is increasingly out of his control.

"What does grandpa want to remind me?" Yi Jin raises her eyebrows and looks at the old man. Those beautiful peach blossom eyes make the old man think of Yi Jin's birth mother again.

These eyes are so much like that woman!

If it had not been for that woman, how could their father and son turn against each other? It's impossible for a son to leave home completely, or even die outside.