"No, no. Lian He hurriedly stopped Tang Mingli and said: "Uncle Xiaoyue, don't listen to Yazhi's words, you rent this house, you can live in it if you want." ”

When Xiang Yazhi heard this, he was about to continue talking, but Lian He hurriedly pulled Xiang Yazhi away, and he said, "Yazhi, aren't you looking for Qingyang?"

"But ......" Xiang Yazhi looked at the house, although she said that she didn't bother to live and had never come to live, but, is Lianjia a person who is short of money?

Even if the house is empty, it won't be rented out.

"Don't be, Qingyang's rented house, you want to drive people away now, is this like words?" Lian He Zhengse said.

Xiang Yazhi pursed her lips unhappily, she didn't like to talk much, but it was good to rent this house to anyone, but she was not happy if she rented it to Tang Yue's uncle.

Lian He took Xiang Yazhi to Lian He's previous residence, but he pounced on it again, and it just so happened that at this time, Hu Ma cooked a meal and returned to her residence, planning to pack a few clothes for Lian Qingyang, and saw Lian He and Xiang Yazhi.

"Sir, ma'am. Mama Hu beckoned, always feeling a little weak.

The young master has been injured for so many days, but she didn't tell Lian He and Xiang Yazhi that Mr. is still good to talk to, and Mrs. is there......

Mama Hu was apprehensive.

Xiang Yazhi asked, "What about Qingyang? Why don't you see anyone? Aren't Xiaotong also here? Why aren't you all at home?"

Because of the rented house, there is still a void, Xiang Yazhi's mood is not good, let alone polite, she and Lian He came to Beijing this time, and they will stay for a few days, and then go abroad directly to see Qingqing, Xiang Yazhi was tired from taking the car, and she didn't even see her son's shadow at this time, and her mood was even worse.

"Young Master...... On Southwest Road. Mama Hu hurriedly explained: "The young master said that he is going to live on Southwest Road these days, so I came back to get clothes." ”

"Qingyang has been on Southwest Road these days, getting software for that woman?" Xiang Yazhi's voice couldn't help but raise a few tones, this place on Southwest Road, she knew, it was where Lian Qingyang worked, and invited some people, saying that they were specifically designing a software.

For this matter, Xiang Yazhi made herself angry many times.

"Yazhi, what do you mean by that woman?" Lian He lowered his face and said, "Xiaoyue is my daughter." ”

Xiang Yazhi's lips moved.

Lian He continued: "Qingyang's original intention was to make software for Xiaoyue, but if the software is really made, it must be to make money, if you don't understand, don't say it casually, otherwise, it will hurt Qingyang's heart, that is, it will hurt the feelings of your mother and son." ”

"Yes, yes, I don't understand anything. Xiang Yazhi turned her head and sat in the car, always feeling unhappy in her heart.

Mama Hu entered the house and quickly packed up a few changes of clothes for Lian Qingyang, as well as the things that Lian Qingyang wanted to use on weekdays, all of which were dressed up, and Mama Wu also got into the car, he lowered his head, trying to reduce his sense of existence, if Xiang Yazhi saw the young master's legs, then ......

The more Mama Hu thought about it, the more she felt that she couldn't sit still, and on this high-quality leather cushion, Mama Hu only felt as if there was a needle pricking her ass.

"Mama Hu, what are you doing writhing around?" Xiang Yazhi looked at Mama Hu on the side and said angrily.

"Didn't do anything. Mama Hu replied dryly, hugging the bag of clothes tightly.

Southwest Road.

The three-story small building, which was a small work workshop before, was spacious, but because of poor management, this workshop could not be operated, and was bought by Lian Qingyang, who was pampered from childhood to adulthood, and this workshop was messed up, and was redecorated by Lian Qingyang.

The appearance is painted with a white wall, at the entrance, the door has been replaced, it has become more magnificent and safe, a layer is Lian Qingyang put more than 20 computers, all of them are the highest computers, some are three computers side by side, some are four computers side by side, and some are single computers, with log hollow carving, made into a partition screen, it looks extraordinarily good.

The place is not big, but whether it is the floor or looking at it from the inside, it gives people a high-end feeling.

At this time, many people are experimenting in front of the computer.

On the innermost floor, there is a kitchen and dining room, and someone was specially invited to cook and eat.

Lian Qingyang was sitting next to the innermost computer, talking and communicating with the people next to him, when Lian He and Xiang Yazhi arrived, Lian Qingyang hadn't found out yet, at this time, they were carrying out the key steps, and the software development was very good.

"Qing......" Xiang Yazhi was just about to call someone, but Lian He grabbed Lian Qingyang, pointed to the sofa next to him and sat down, where the sofa happened to be able to see others communicating.

"Qingyang has really grown up. Lian He looked at Lian Qingyang with a look of relief, Lian Qingyang at this time was different from what he had seen in the past.

The Lian Qingyang I saw in the past, who was a hanger, either played games, or followed Lian Tong around, or went to his uncle to find someone to fight.

How can it be like this? It's like working hard, and that serious appearance makes Lian He very happy.

Xiang Yazhi was also surprised: "I also think, do you think that Qingyang is getting more and more handsome?"

Xiang Yazhi said happily, her son's self-motivated appearance, and she, as a mother, was also very proud and proud, but when she thought that her son had changed because of Tang Yue, Xiang Yazhi was a little unhappy in her heart.

Mama Hu followed behind and quietly went up to the third floor.

On the second floor, half of it is a conference room, and half of it is a room, most of which are the bedrooms of these staff downstairs, and the third floor is Lian Qingyang's private space.

Mama Hu put her clothes upstairs and packed them, she didn't go downstairs, but estimated in her heart how long it would take for her to break out.

"Lian Qingyang!"

Suddenly, Xiang Yazhi's high-decibel voice sounded, and Hu Ma, who was on the third floor, couldn't help but cover her ears.

Downstairs.

Xiang Yazhi didn't care about disturbing Lian Qingyang's work at this time, she ran forward with an arrow, her eyes fell on Lian Qingyang's legs, and she asked, "Qingyang, what's the matter with your legs? Why did you put a plaster?"

"Legs?" Lian He was originally observing Lian Qingyang's place of work, his son tossed it by himself, Lian He naturally wanted to take a look, hearing Xiang Yazhi's scream, Lian He subconsciously frowned, and then, when he heard her words, Lian He's gaze fell on Lian Qingyang's legs, the legs with plaster wrapped in the ribbon were so obvious.

Lian He strode forward, although he didn't speak, but the worry came out of his eyes.