Chapter 172

Fu Xiaoqian knows. Liao Zhenbo's unreasonable provocation. It's all about one word. Love. It's all because I care too much about her. That's why I'm so cautious. Will lose the confidence of their own self-sustaining charm.

What. I don't want to give up.

Full of anger. Because I don't know where to vent. That's why there's obvious anger in the voice. Qingjun's face is covered with a layer of ice.

Why do you listen to him full of anger. Her heart seems to have been soaked with warm water.

Fu Xiaoqian raised her eyes and looked at the past slowly. Liao Zhenbo sat in front of her. She has a long body. It's cold Try to whitewash your anger with calmness. There is no other kind of warmth.

It is said that he is a person who can keep calm in the face of emergencies. Only face her. There are always seven emotions and six desires in the mood.

Put it another way. If he doesn't care. Why be angry.

Now I want to come. His behavior just now is somewhat naive. But it's like a huge stone falling into a deep lake. The Afterword hovers. prolonged.

When Liao Zhenbo looks at her again. See her mouth smile ripple. Immediately frowned. He stood up to walk out.

So let him leave with resentment. It's bound to be a knot in his heart. And this kind of knot Fu Xiaoqian does not want to see. So she took his hand from behind. It's like a child who makes adults angry. When you see an adult angry to leave. Only then did I know the seriousness of the matter. Just thought to make up.

The sudden force on the arm. Let Liao Zhenbo take shape. The hands held him so tightly. With sweat. If you are afraid that you will not lose a lot if you are not careful. This makes Liao Zhenbo's heart hard and cold. Wantonly by moisture rendering. But because of the resentment in my heart. I didn't look back at her. He can't fake it in front of her.

Fu Xiaoqian knows that someone is jealous. Her heart rippled. But to save him some face. It's inconvenient to point it out in person. It's a change of subject. "I haven't seen mom for a long time. Why don't we go to the old house after work tonight? "

She would offer to visit her mother. This is what Liao Zhenbo never thought of.

This is the most common sentence in daily life. But let this man live in society for many years. Impetuous and startled man who has been polished by years. Suddenly he turned around. With obvious tenderness and compassion in his eyes. He held her in his arms with his backhand. She was caressing her hair. There was connivance in his voice that he didn't even notice. "Don't force yourself if you don't want to. Take your time. "

"There you are. I feel at ease. " Only six words gently, but endless charming lingering. It seems that even the dust floating in the air has expanded tens of millions of flowers in an instant.

Light lemon aroma. It adds tenderness to the atmosphere of flowers everywhere. On his broad chest. The vibration from the wall. Strong and powerful. This is the most melodious music in the world. As if can let all restlessness return to calm in an instant.

But Liao Zhenbo is not as optimistic as she is. He's just taking this frail and lovable body. It's a little tighter. Look at a corner of the room that is not well treated by the sun. Light eyes are unusually cold and chilly.

Mother is the softest word in the world. When people talk about it. The corners of the lips are always up. The eyebrows stretch. Like a flower nourished by rain and dew. Open up wildly. Even if the children outside how tough and tolerant. At home can be reckless and capricious. Because there will always be a pair of gentle eyes at home to contain all your shortcomings and bad.

However, Fu Xiaoqian

Liao Zhenbo can learn from her occasionally open heart. In a shallow conversation about past life. He was able to learn from her obscure words. You can see it. She had a deep understanding of the word mother. There is a kind of fear from the heart. The fear penetrated her tiny pores. Go deep into the blood.

She often mentions mother. Lips up. It seems that I want to outline the illusion of sweet happiness. But there's something that goes deep into the bone. But you can't cheat people. Like fear and fear. It's like a black hole on the ground. There is no way to hide it.

She said. The voice was flat. It's obscure. "As a child. I'm afraid of rainy days. Stand at the door of the classroom. Looking at the children around one by one. I was held in my arms by my parents. It's in the rain. In the rain out of the colorful umbrella flower. That kind of laughter. She tasted it in a dream

She said. "Mother has a lovely hand-made carpet. Every time I see that snow-white Persian cat. Laughing and rolling in my mother's footsteps. She didn't dare to step on it easily

She said. "My bedroom has a window. Once it was damaged by climbing. When my mother saw her, she said, "she's romantic."

Then she talked about her quilt. "One day after school. The dog tore off a large part of his back. Mother said she should never have come to this world. So even dogs scream and go crazy when they see them. "

She hid her face in the white quilt. Say. "People who should have been spurned by the world. But he held it in his hand. Placed in the softest corner of my heart. She should be grateful... " That night she put her most revealing face. It's hidden. He was afraid that his own hurt would lead him to spurn him. He knows. She had something to say that night. But because the voice is no longer stable. Then hidden want to continue to pour out words.He was standing on the side of the bed. The arms that you think are strong. I think I can hold up a piece of arms for her. But can only be powerless to hang on the side of the body. With the fluctuation of mood. His smooth fingertips were hidden in the palm of his hand. Pierce the skin. It may not be called flesh and blood. But he had already put his viscera. It was rubbed into a ball. Mud caused disaster.

Even such a ferocious mother. The first time to update her, but still want to humble to the dust of piety. It outlines the family joy she yearns for in her eyes.

What kind of years should we go through. Will cast her to the outside world all does not seem to care about the appearance. Hide a sensitive, self abased heart. She'll be sensitive to what's going on around her. Feel inexplicable anxiety and uneasiness; she always put others inadvertently said words or a small action. With their own thin shoulders that are already unbearable. Carry the load hard.

Such a wretch hit by a storm. How can he not be in love. Under the feather.

So he delayed seeing his mother again and again. Just because I don't want to hurt her any more. Update for the first time

now. She offered it. He can feel it. The little woman is ready to take this difficult step for him. He was happy about that. But I dare not let her walk easily. Because he swept the mud and gravel in front of her first.

The first day my mother saw Fu Xiaoqian. It's still in his head. How can he deceive himself and cover his eyes with dust.

"Next time. Next time we'll prepare a gift that mother likes. We'll meet again formally. Not today. Well This guy is in the mall. carry out with drive and sweep. A ruthless bully. for the first time. Because of a simple family gathering. Began to hesitate.

"Go. Anything has to be stepped out. I don't know the result. Isn't it Fu Xiaoqian slowly raised her head in Liao Zhenbo's arms. That pair of eyes as black as midnight. There is a steady wave of light.

See you, Liao Zhenbo. I couldn't say no. It's just a little bit more persuasive in his words. "Good. No matter when. You don't want to go. Just stop and tell me

"Good." It's simple. But it's endless relaxation.

I heard my son is coming. Ye Shuzhen is very happy. Seems to sweep away the past few days backlog of unhappy. She told Wu Ma to clean the house again. Redecorating a reserved bedroom.

Ye Shuzhen lived in the boudoir since childhood. But because of the superior family status and identity. Through the influence of family members. It's a bit more arrogant and unwilling to admit defeat than ordinary people.

More than one month after returning home. At most, my son just said a few intimate words on the phone. I have never driven to the old house. This is the reason. Smart as she is. How can we not know. Although in the heart is to Fu Xiaoqian heart is born dark gas. But also began to be more afraid of Fu Xiaoqian's position in his son's heart. Has begun to slowly surpass themselves.

So today, when we discuss with the chef to finalize tonight's menu. She paid special attention to Fu Xiaoqian's preferences. My son's childhood preference. As a mother, you know it. But Fu Xiaoqian knows little about it.

Psychologically. Because of their own young experience. Fu Xiaoqian is extremely rejected. But because she is the son's wife at this time. In front of outsiders. Especially in front of my son. On the scene. She also has to press the displeasure in the heart secretly first. Asked Wu Ma Fu Xiaoqian's favorite dishes. Try to be an elder on the surface.

Liao Zhenbo mentioned in his office that he should prepare gifts. In fact, that's just his delaying strategy. But Fu Xiaoqian recorded in his mind. They were driving to the old house together. Fu Xiaoqian is always in a dilemma. A pair of eyes are staring out of the window tightly. Trying to find the right gift.

"I was just joking with you. There's not so much attention to mother. " The man who watched looked soft. It seems so casual. But it shows his heart all the way.

I could see she was afraid that he would be worried. So try to maintain the surface of peace and stability. But the hands she held under her thighs. Hold tight in the corner where you think nobody can see. Twist. Is the tension really unknown.

Liao Zhenbo does not think so. At least he knew it.

On the back of his hand. When I put her hand, which was very cold because of tension. He didn't say anything. Just hold it in the palm of your hand. She's surrounded. Maybe his warmth can give her strength.