Miao Huaren raised his hand and grabbed her wrist: "Have a meal with me, what's the matter, I still wronged you?"

He pulled her to sit down.

She immediately withdrew her hand and frowned.

Nineteen-year-old girl, sure enough, smooth and tender, Miao Huaren glanced at her hand and rubbed her fingers: "Mrs. Qiao didn't tell you, then I'll tell you." ”

He called the waiter, handed over the ordered menu, stretched out his hand almost touched the back of the girl next to him, his eyes swept over the back of her neck intentionally or unintentionally, and said: "Blind date is what I mean here, I thought you were good last time I saw you." ”

Wen Baiyang moved directly away from the chair.

Miao Huaren didn't feel embarrassed, but smiled, and his gaze at her was a little hotter, and there was impatience and impossibility in his eyes.

A deaf and dumb person, born to be picked.

Miao Huaren picked up the water cup in front of him and drank it gently: "If the conversation is appropriate, I will go to the Miao family and say that although my father is old-fashioned, if I insist, I shouldn't mind your problem too much." ”

He said it very naturally, and he said it very clearly.

It's her problem.

Can't say can't listen, she's disabled.

Therefore, he felt that she was Gao Pan, and of course she only needed to be grateful to Dade.

Miao Huaren continued, his tone was still the same, and he was bound to win: "I want to be older than you, and if we are together, I can take care of you more." ”

Wen Baiyang held the pen in his hand and clenched it slightly.

Speaking of this, Miao Huaren asked, "Is it because you can't speak?"

She didn't want to answer him a word.

"If you have a cochlear implant, can you speak in the future?" Miao Huaren looked at the young and delicate girl in front of him, quite regretful, "Although I don't mind, if I can cure it-"

Wen Baiyang pushed the notebook over.

It reads: "I have a boyfriend." ”

Her resistant expression made him more interested, his eyes were picky and contemptuous, and he smiled on his lips, and asked, "Is your boyfriend also deaf and mute, just like you?"

Wen Baiyang was annoyed, pursed her lips, and was about to write on the paper, when the door behind her was pushed open, and the wind blew in, ruffling the tips of her hair.

She turned around and saw him.

He walked over and glanced at her first, then at Miao Huaren, speaking very slowly, so that she could read the shape of her lips clearly, and he said, "Her boyfriend is healthy, can speak and listen, is more handsome than you, richer than you, and younger than you," paused, adding, "has not lost his wife yet." ”

Miao Huaren's face was ugly, taking into account the identity of the other party, he couldn't bear to turn his face, his tone was relaxed, and he eased up a little: "Why are you here, afraid that I will bully your sister?"

Sister.

Well, a love sister is also a sister.

Qiao Nanchu didn't laugh angrily, and asked back: "I'm her boyfriend, why do you think I'm here?"

At this time, Miao Huaren couldn't laugh even if he forced his face, and his face was blue and white for a while: "Nan Chu, you can't talk nonsense, if it spreads, it will damage the face of your Qiao family." ”

Qiao Nanchu replied lightly: "You pass one and try it." ”

Do you dare?

That's what he meant.

Miao Huaren's hand holding the water cup turned blue.

Qiao Nanchu looked past him, looked at Wen Baiyang, took his hand out of his pocket, and beckoned to her: "Baiyang, come here." ”

Wen Baiyang got up and walked over to him.

He took her hand naturally, brought the person to his side, and obviously declared his sovereignty: "Second Uncle Miao, you should accept that little bit of thought as soon as possible, my temper is not very good, so don't toss with me, I'm afraid you can't afford to toss at this age." ”

Miao Huaren: "......"

It's all old when you open and close your mouth!

Scold him!

After finishing speaking, Qiao Nanchu led people out, and when he got out of Tingyulou, he let go and stopped under a lamp on the side of the road, and the figures on the ground were obliquely long and overlapped.

"Did that old thing bully you?"

As soon as he spoke, Wen Baiyang heard anger.

He was angry.

She shook her head and said no in sign language.

Qiao Nanchu was relieved, with a cold face, and asked again, "Did I touch you?"

She hesitated for a moment, then told him truthfully, "Grab my hand." ”

Qiao Nanchu twisted his eyebrows, and his anger became a little heavier: "Where?"

She lifted her wrist.

In the past few years, she has been pampered by him, her skin is much fairer and more delicate, her wrist was touched, it probably took a little force, the watch hit the skin, and now there is a circle of red marks that are not very obvious.

Qiao Nanchu pushed the watch on her wrist away a little, lowered her head and pecked lightly on the red mark.

Wen Baiyang was stunned, the whole person froze there, the heat began to spread from the place where his lips touched, and then drilled into her body.

The breath is getting hotter.

He was too tall for her, so he bent down to look at her, the street lamp was blurry in his eyes, and the halo circled, and he asked her, "Do you remember what I told you last time?"

She was a little slow and half-beat, and only nodded after a few seconds, not hiding her gaze, for him to watch.

He asked, "Know I like you?"

The tone still seemed to be careless, but I could hear that he was cautious in his words, and his lips and teeth opened and closed very slowly.

He is more anxious, whether he does things or speaks, he is fast, but every time he talks to her, he will slow down, and wait for her to read his lips clearly, he is such a vigorous person, but his patience with her is always exceptional.

Wen Baiyang nodded, answered his question, and felt imprudent again, and replied again in sign language: "I know." ”

Qiao Nanchu licked his teeth, couldn't hold back, and asked, "What about you?"

She looked dazed, thought for a long time, nodded, and shook her head again.

She has regarded him as a benefactor for too long, and the emotional boundaries are blurred.

But she can confirm one thing: "I can do anything for you." "Including giving her life, including giving her body.

It was he who rescued her from the cage in Damai Mountain, it was he who brought her to the imperial capital, it was he who sent her to study, and it was he who raised her from youth to adulthood.

She is his, whether it belongs to anything or anything, she has it, as long as he wants it, she is willing to give it to him, without hesitation.

"When you're an adult, you can teach. ”

He said this suddenly, and leaned over, his lips falling on her forehead.

When you are an adult, you can teach her to kiss and teach her to love.

She stood obediently, tilted her head slightly, and closed her eyes as his lips fell.

Qiao Nanchu kissed it, then looked at the girl's trembling eyelashes, and smiled: "I didn't hide." ”

yes, not hiding.

She didn't even think about hiding, as if it was supposed to be like this, everything was taken for granted, everything was natural.

Qiao Nanchu raised his hand and patted her head: "At least, it's not annoying." ”

She opened her eyes.

How can she hate it? She won't hate anything he does.

She wanted to say this, but she was so flustered that she didn't know how to put her hand, and the forehead that he had kissed was like a layer of hot water boiling over, and it was still hot.

He naturally took her hand and walked to the parking place, not looking at the road, but looking at her and talking: "Ms. Wen, can you say it?"

She asked, "Say what?"

"Say I like you and want you to be my little Mrs. Joe. ”

Mrs. Big Joe is gentle.

She is Mrs. Little Joe, and the prefix is his, his Mrs. Little Joe.

Wen Baiyang blushed, nodded, didn't say anything, lowered his head to look at the two shadows next to each other on the ground, and his ears were quietly red.

There is no need to say anything.

There are not many truths in the world, and a woman's blush is better than a long speech.

Qiao Nanchu did not send her home, but went back to the villa area in the north of the city, which was the residence of Qiao Shenxing and Wen Ya.

He parked the car at the door and unbuckled her seat belt first: "I'll park the car and wait for me to go in together." ”

She nodded, got out of the car, and stood in the yard waiting.

"Topol?"

She couldn't hear it, she didn't react.

Wen Ya just came out, saw someone standing in the courtyard, stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder: "What are you doing standing, follow me in." ”

Wen Baiyang glanced in the direction of the garage and entered the house.

The house is elegantly decorated, everywhere is exquisite, Wen Ya is a woman who is very good at life, she has been an official wife for a few years, and her manners and words and deeds are very exquisite, even at this point, at home, she is also dressed appropriately and luxuriously.

She took the person to the living room, and then went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea: "Mr. Miao called me just now and said that he was very satisfied with you. ”

The voice is gentle.

Qiao Shenxing likes women from small families and jasper, and she never speaks loudly.

She said: "I have also discussed with your uncle that if you move your hukou to the Qiao family, if you marry into the Miao family in the future, your status will not be too low." ”

She spoke softly, like a loving mother.

It's just that even if Wen Baiyang couldn't hear it, she still felt harsh, she took out a pen and paper and wrote, "Why don't you ask me if I'm satisfied?"

Wen Ya can only use simple sign language, except for the most basic confrontation, most of the time, Wen Baiyang needs to write by hand in order to communicate with her.

After reading what she wrote, Wen Ya glanced at the staircase, there was no one else in the room, and her tone became a little colder: "Are you still dissatisfied?"

Wen Ya really doesn't like this daughter, as long as she sees her, Wen Ya will remember the ignorance and absurdity of her youth.

When she gave birth to this daughter, she was less than twenty years old, which is the best age for a girl.

"Can't I be dissatisfied?" Wen Baiyang wrote again.

Wen Ya put down the teacup: "Poplar, you are different. ”

"How am I different?"

Wen Baiyang rarely gets to the bottom of it like this, she rarely even communicates with Wen Ya, and the few few shush and ask for warmth are all because of Qiao Shenxing's presence.

If Qiao Nanchu hadn't brought her to the imperial capital, Wen Ya probably wouldn't have remembered that she had a daughter.

"You can't listen or speak, it's lucky to be able to marry a normal person. The gentle tone seemed to be admonishing, "What's more, it's Mr. Miao's condition." ”

Lucky?

She used the word lucky.

Wen Baiyang's hand holding the pen suddenly lost his strength and couldn't write.

Someone answered for her: "He is almost fifty years old, older than you, he lost his wife, has a son, he does not want to make progress, and he has to rely on the family when he is over one hundred and a half years old." ”

It's Qiao Nanchu.

Wen Ya immediately got up from the sofa: "Nan Chu is here, there is-" in the kitchen——"

Qiao Nanchu interrupted, unlike his usual indifference, his tone was a little aggressive: "Go on, what's wrong with his conditions?"

Wen Ya couldn't laugh anymore, and said with some embarrassment: "He is healthy, he is not disabled, and he will not dislike Baiyang, for Baiyang, this is the best condition." ”

Crippled, disgusted.

No matter how gentle the tone is, these words can't deceive people.

Fortunately, it was her back to her, and Wen Baiyang couldn't read her lips, she could only see him.

It's okay, just listen to him,

He asked, "What does Ms. Wen think of me?"

Click.

The pen in Wen Baiyang's hand fell to the ground.

Wen Ya was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had misheard: "What did you say?"

Qiao Nanchu walked over, stood next to Wen Baiyang, raised his hand and put it on her shoulder: "Don't be reluctant to go far, I'm just right for her." ”

Wen Ya spilled the tea in the cup, unbelievable.

"Nan Chu. ”

It was Qiao Nanchu's father, Qiao Shenxing, standing at the top of the stairs, and he didn't know how much he heard, he glanced at Wen Baiyang: "You come with me." "His name is Qiao Nanchu.

I guess I heard it all, and it's okay to solve it all at once.

"Go to my room and wait for me. ”

Wen Baiyang nodded.

Qiao Nanchu went to the study at this time.

His room was on the second floor, and as soon as Wen Baiyang stepped forward, Wen Ya grabbed her: "What's the matter with you and Nan Chu?"

She didn't answer.

Wen Ya lost her temper, forgetting to maintain her image of a gentle and loving mother, and her tone became sharp: "Are you with him?" She was a little out of control, very excited, and asked a few words in a row, "How can you be together? He is your brother, how can I meet people when you are with him?" I am not treated by the elders in the Qiao family, if you are still with Nan Chu, you can't figure it out, what will the Qiao family think of me?"

Wen Baiyang pulled out his hand: "Aren't you also with your brother? ”

Wen Ya understood this sign language.

She raised her hand: "You-"

The hand was shaking, but the slap didn't fall after all.

This is her scar, very few people know about it, and after she married into the Qiao family, no one mentioned it anymore.

Wen Baiyang's biological father is Wen Ya's cousin, and the blood relationship is within four generations, Wen Ya was still young at the time, and she worked hard for love, and she tasted the forbidden fruit and ruined her humanity, but she got a result of being abandoned.

She was not in good health at the time, the uterine wall was thin, and she couldn't give birth to a girl, which was her shame and her past that she wanted to wipe it all clean.

Wen Ya put down her hand and clenched it tightly: "He is the fourth son of the Qiao family, the old man's favorite grandson, even if he is willing to ask you, the old man will not let you in, let alone your Uncle Qiao." ”

Wen Baiyang did not reply.

Wen Ya paused for a long time, looked at her and said, "Poplar, you are not worthy of him. ”

Her eyes were red, and the movements of her hands were fast and flustered: "Others can say that I am not worthy, others can dislike me for being disabled, you can't, you are not qualified." ”

Her sign language was so fast that Wen Ya only understood the last sentence.

Den.

Qiao Shenxing was sitting, Fang had been in a video conference, and he was still wearing a formal suit, he ripped off his tie, threw it on the table, and asked, "When did it happen?"

Qiao Shen is less than fifty, mature and handsome.

Qiao Nanchu's appearance is like him, and there is a romantic appearance in his eyebrows and eyes, and whoever looks at it feels like a son who doesn't understand the amorous feelings.

Qiao Shenxing and Qiao Nanchu's mother are political marriages, and they have no feelings, Qiao Shenxing looks amorous, but in fact he is ruthless, and he is very cold in his bones, the father and son are not very close, after Qiao Shenxing married Wen Ya, the relationship is even more stiff, and he can't see each other a few times a year.

Qiao Nanchu pulled a chair and sat down by himself: "This is my business." ”

Qiao Shenxing took off his glasses, a little less bookish, but a little more elegant and calm of a mature man: "It's your business who you fall in love with, but who you marry is the Qiao family's business." He asked, "Are you going to marry her?"

It's not just looks.

Qiao Nanchu's temperament is actually a bit like his father, as casual and arbitrary.

He replied, "Yes." ”

"That's the Qiao family's business, I have to take care of it. Qiao Shenxing changed his posture, took off the cufflinks on his shirt, threw them aside, and said, "I don't agree." ”

Qiao Nanchu didn't seem to be reassured, and his tone was light and light: "I don't care if you agree with me or not, just if she agrees." ”

Disobedience.

His son has been disobedient since he was a child.

Qiao Shenxing didn't bother to talk to him at length, and said directly and concisely: "If you don't nod your head with me, she won't be able to enter the door of Qiao's house." ”

Qiao Nanchu replied calmly: "If you and grandpa don't mind, I can get involved." ”

“……”

Qiao Shenxing threw a book over: "Bastard thing!"

Qiao Nanchu took the book steadily, put it back on the table, and replied without changing his face: "I learned from you." ”

scolded him for being a bastard.

When Qiao Shenxing married Wen Ya, the old man disagreed, he didn't talk about it, he just cut it first and then played, because of this matter, Old Man Qiao didn't want to see this son until now.

It's not that he likes Wen Ya so much, it's just that the more others don't let him marry, the more he has to follow his temperament.

The old man's original words were: Be cautious of this old cub is good at everything, but it is not good to look at women, whether it is at home or outside, it is like playing, and he picks the kind of obedient and easy to handle, and the taste is simply crazy.

Yes, Joe's private life can be described in four words - a mess.

"Are you taking revenge on me? ”

Qiao Nanchu laughed: "Qiao City, you think of yourself too much. ”