Yang Zhuolin stood still, let go of Lin Qingyao's hand and looked at her with a serious expression, "What I want is not sorry! Everyone is an adult, since you have made a decision, you must be responsible for your words and deeds, and I am the same!"

"I know, I'm really sorry, but I promise there will be no next time for this kind of thing!" Lin Qingyao nodded solemnly, and then plucked up the courage to take the initiative to hold Yang Zhuolin's hand, although his face was still a little red, but his expression was much more natural.

"Have you memorized all the information you gave you?" Yang Zhuolin held Lin Qingyao's hand, but he looked businesslike, and his body also exuded an aura of indifference.

"Almost. Lin Qingyao's heart was beating a little chaotically, since she broke up with her first love, she had never held hands with a man again, even the man she almost dated later.

Yang Zhuolin's tone was cold: "What do you mean by almost? I asked if I remembered it well, I said it again in the end, don't treat my mother as a fool to be perfunctory!"

"I'm sorry, I'm familiar with it!" Lin Qingyao was originally just modest, but when Yang Zhuolin said this, his face couldn't be hung up, this person spoke a little ugly.

Yang Zhuolin reminded coldly: "You have already taken the money, it's too late to regret it, if you don't want to listen to me say ugly things, do your part with your heart." ”

Lin Qingyao nodded solemnly: "I know, I will work hard!"

Yang Zhuolin continued to walk inside and took Lin Qingyao to see his mother Song He.

Song He is not very old, only in his fifties, but his spirit is not very good after being tortured by illness, and he looks older than his actual age.

Yang Zhuolin told Song He not to be too enthusiastic in advance, so as not to frighten Lin Qingyao, but he was actually afraid that she would not be able to resist saying the wrong thing and slipping into it.

"Hello aunt. Seeing her mother-in-law for the first time in her life, Lin Qingyao didn't know what posture to pose, so she tried her best to keep a decent smile.

Song He has been looking at Lin Qingyao carefully, just looking at the appearance is quite satisfied, and he smiled kindly: "Hey, good, you look much better than in the photo." ”

"Mom, is this saying that Yaoyao's photos are not good-looking?" Yang Zhuolin put away his indifference the moment he opened the door, and his speech also brought a trace of warmth.

Song He glared at Yang Zhuolin angrily: "Nonsense, I didn't say that, Yaoyao's photos are good-looking, real people are even better-looking, and she will definitely give birth to a beautiful baby in the future." ”

Lin Qingyao's hands clenched subconsciously, and when they first met, they mentioned having a child, but there was no such thing in their agreement, and she didn't plan to live with Yang Zhuolin for the rest of her life.

Yang Zhuolin felt Lin Qingyao's nervousness, gave her a reassuring look, and then said to Song He with a smile: "Mom, this matter is not urgent, we still want to live in a two-person world for a few more years." ”

"It's okay, you live in your two-person world, I'll ...... baby" Song He said as if he suddenly remembered something, and immediately changed his words, "It's not a hurry, it's all my fault, I'm so happy to see my new daughter-in-law." ”

Looking at Song He's suddenly dim eyes, Yang Zhuolin's heart ached, he knew that she thought that she would die soon, and there was no way to bring him a child, but he couldn't do anything.

The atmosphere in the ward was a little awkward, Yang Zhuolin opened his mouth to comfort Song He, but he didn't know what to say, he was a person who was not good at words.

Lin Qingyao suddenly spoke: "Auntie, don't listen to Ah Lin's nonsense, don't worry, he's twenty-seven, and if he doesn't give birth to a baby, he will be disgusted at the parent-teacher conference in the future." ”

"Huh?" Song He was immersed in the sadness and pain of his imminent death and not being able to see his little grandson or granddaughter, and he didn't react for a while.

Lin Qingyao sat on the edge of the bed and took the initiative to take Song He's hand, and looked at Yang Zhuolin with disgust: "Other people's fathers are young and handsome, just he is an old man, can the baby not dislike it?"

"Poof...... Haha......" Song He was amused by Lin Qingyao's colorful description, and the atmosphere in the ward instantly improved with her laughter.