Chapter 252

"What did you say just now?" Liao Zhenbo said eagerly and didn't answer the rhetorical question. He never knew that he would be so eager to know an answer, "ya'er, who is ya'er in your mouth"

the other party didn't understand his sudden emotional change. After a moment's hesitation, he replied, "ya'er is Fu Xiaoqian."

"Who are you?" he keenly grasped the point of each other's words.

It's like thinking about how to answer. Maybe it's because she's not familiar with the appellation for more than 20 years. She doesn't know how to answer Liao Zhenbo. After a long time, Liao Guodong's voice is very weak. "Zhenbo, I'd like to ask you to give me some time. I'll tell you all the answers, OK"

"OK." This time, Liao Zhenbo didn't refuse the other party's request. His mood changed quickly. As if his eagerness was just an illusion, he said coldly, "after 30 years of cheating, I hope you can give me a satisfactory explanation."

He will be satisfied with the bite very heavy, as if to be able to crush teeth strength.

In his 30 years of life, Liao Zhenbo once

Yes, he once thought that no one could convince him so willingly after cheating him, and he never aroused his suspicion. But there were two people in ten days. What's more, he was regarded as two close relatives, who concealed his life experience for 30 years, so that he didn't know it.

The resentment in his heart is conceivable.

No longer give each other any chance to sophistry, he hate to press the phone's hang up button.

Liao Zhenbo's icy eyes, strangely beating two clusters of demonic flames, tightly condensing the mobile phone. It seems that he doesn't just stare at his mobile phone. He seems to want to see the two people in his mind.

All of a sudden, he raised his hand's mobile phone very high, so surly, as if in the next second, his hand's mobile phone would end in a split.

In the end, he did not.

But the hand again slowly put down.

At the moment when his mobile phone was lifted, Fu Xiaoqian's stoic face suddenly flashed into his mind. His heart suddenly felt like a sword inserted into it. It was very painful.

His mother, his mother who has always been devoted to him, Ms. Ye Shuzhen, can't imagine what cruel things she has done to her wife.

How could they have the heart to hurt such a kind woman again and again. She is so strong to live in this world, trying to find a small space for their own survival, but now, they even want to deprive such a small space.

Excuse me, who did she hurt, and who was killing the poor woman.

It's him, it's Ye Shuzhen, it's Liao Guodong, it's Fu Yanbing, it's Wang Yan, it's the woman who has never met and is dependent on Liao Guodong at this time.

What's the sound

it's like the ice in the early spring, struggling in vain before melting.

It's the heart, a little bit of broken sound in his body.

Is it very light? No, it should be like an iceberg. Before he can react, he has already buried him.

It's him. It's him. If he didn't plan to bind her to her at the beginning, she didn't need to bear all this. She could live an ordinary life and didn't need to bear so much pressure.

The pressure is so high that he and she can't breathe.

Liao Zhenbo looks up at the sky. The setting sun smears on the sky like blood, reddening his eyes, together with his cold eyes, which are like the coldest eyes in the world. He leaned over to help the flower he had just trampled, but he could not return to the sky.

These fallen flowers are like Fu Xiaoqian.

It's him. It's all because of him.

Every flower deeply buried in the soil is accusing him of cruelty. Liao Zhenbo stands up feebly from the edge of the flower garden, and he wanders around the edge of the nursery.

Ya'er, ya'er

ya'er was once a thorn in Liao Zhenbo's heart.

For a time, he thought it was Zhuo Ran's exclusive.

Today, he heard the word again in such a graceful female voice with a sense of vicissitudes.

Are you relieved?

no

Liao Zhenbo takes the white handkerchief from his hand, throws it into the paper basket in the yard, and turns to walk into the villa.

Push open the door, already have the smell of food from the kitchen filar continuously flowing out. It smells good. It's the smell of fireworks in the world. It's his memory. It's also the smell of home he's looking for.

After several years of maneuvering, he has cultivated his emotions perfectly. He buried his roaring anger in the bottom of his heart without any trace, and between the changes, a faint smile appeared on his face.

To the eye, they just gathered from the roadside yellow flowers as beautiful as the sun. Fu Xiaoqian didn't know where to take a small pot. It was a white ceramic pot, shining with crystal white light, but she couldn't grab the light of wild flowers.She is right. Sometimes delicate flowers don't have to be more dazzling than these wild flowers.

"What's good to cook?" Liao Zhenbo circled Fu Xiaoqian in his arms from behind. His hot breath sprayed on Fu Xiaoqian's ice porcelain like neck. "I can smell it outside."

"Little greedy cat."

Fu Xiaoqian blurted out the title in her mouth, and she was dumbfounded. Once upon a time, this nickname was given to her by Liao Zhenbo. She didn't expect to return it to him one day.

The spatula in her hand pauses, and she reaches out to caress Liao Zhenbo's hand in front of her. Just now, he had broken a row of bamboo fences with this hand, and she had been worried about his injury.

Fortunately, there was no injury. Her heart, hanging in the air, finally fell back to her stomach.

What she didn't know was that Liao Zhenbo's hand was wrapped in a white handkerchief when he was punching just now.

"If you don't dislike the food being burnt, you can have dinner when the dish starts." Sure enough, there are several dishes on the Liuli table, which are more or less burnt.

Liao Zhenbo loosened his hand and went to the dish. Forgetting the fact that he hadn't washed his hands, he twisted up a piece of burnt food and sent it to his mouth. "It turns out that burnt food is so delicious." He meant it.

Strands of paste fragrance, floating into the nose, let him smell the taste of happiness.

He knew that she must have been concerned about him when she was cooking. He knew what she had just touched his hand for.

When she saw that Liao Zhenbo was not going to expose it, she didn't think it was necessary. Just two people, live an ordinary life, very good.

Liao Zhenbo reaches out his hand again and wants to take the food with his hand. Hand just reached half, Fu Xiaoqian was patted off, "thank you for the appreciation of Mr. Liao, but please clean your hands first." She took the dish, which was almost patronized by Liao Zhenbo again, in her hand, turned and walked out of the kitchen.

"Mean." Liao Zhenbo muttered, but he walked obediently to the pool.

"Today I can only eat ready-made ice. Tomorrow, I will serve my family's ice." When Liao Zhenbo stepped out of the kitchen, Fu Xiaoqian even opened the meal and was sitting at the dining table waiting for him.

Fu Xiaoqian's eyes are smiling, but she looks up and down at Liao Zhenbo with disdain. Finally, she looks at Liao Zhenbo with disgust. His delicate hands are like artists' hands. "Forget it, that hand is more suitable for holding a pen. If you take a spatula, it's really flattering. "

Liao Zhenbo was unconvinced. "Don't underestimate my hands. They have served you delicious food twice."

"Delicious food" Fu Xiaoqian shriveled his mouth and shook his head. "It's barely palatable, OK? I don't want to hurt my stomach in these seven days."

"That's a real grievance to my wife Fu." Liao Zhenbo puts a piece of unburned food in Fu Xiaoqian's bowl and looks at Fu Xiaoqian with a flattering look. "The little one still wants to ask for something. If she can teach the little one and learn, she can still serve her. No"

with flattery on her face, if this man is not rich enough, he will be able to support himself when he goes to play. Such good acting skills are really good I'm blind.

"OK, sure." Fu Xiaoqian can smile, this person, really can think of, Niang Niang, ha ha. Even the appellation for her is upgrading step by step.

This time, Liao Zhenbo directly picked up the dish and put it to Fu Xiaoqian's mouth, "don't worry, I will definitely be a good student, and I will be able to teach."

Fu Xiaoqian opens her mouth to hold the dishes that Liao Zhenbo brought. She is not as optimistic as Liao Zhenbo. It's not that she thinks cooking is so great, but it really depends on her talent to cook well. Even if Liao Zhenbo can do anything well, he doesn't always know how to cook.

The food on the table is very homely, and the two people are also talking about homely topics. There is no servant to serve them, but they have a different taste and are more comfortable.

Today, Fu Xiaoqian is in a good mood. When the rice in their porcelain bowl is about to reach the bottom, Fu Xiaoqian gets up and takes a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet.

When he turns around, he receives Liao Zhenbo's surprised eyes. As soon as she saw that the bottle she was holding was a valuable red wine, she gave it to Liao Zhenbo and asked with embarrassment, "is it not suitable"

although she didn't have the habit of drinking red wine at ordinary times, she still knew what wine should go with what dishes. Besides, such a good red wine is of course matched with exquisite Western food, so it won't be outrageous. It's just that she can't really handle other drinks.

Liao Zhenbo got up from his seat and took the red wine from Fu Xiaoqian. "It's rare to have such a mood."

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