Lian Qingyang pursed his lips, his dark eyes were full of disappointment and forbearance.

Lian Qingyang took a deep breath and suppressed all the emotions in his heart, he said, "Mom, I'm just too busy." ”

"I'm too busy, can I treat my mother who came all the way to see you like this?" Xiang Yazhi saw that Lian Qingyang was weak, and put her posture high, she said: "Qingyang, I'll take you to eat Western food in the evening, and it just so happens that our mother and son have a good gettogether." ”

"Mom, I'm sorry, I don't have time, the computer store will open soon, and there are still many things to prepare. Lian Qingyang refused, he lowered his eyes, and didn't say that his least favorite was Western food, he liked Chinese food and Chinese food.

"Aren't there still employees? After inviting so many employees and not letting them do things, do you still have to do everything yourself?" Xiang Yazhi looked at Lian Qingyang dissatisfied, she said: "Qingyang, my mother is in Haishi, and she also has a lot of business, and our Xiang family's business is also difficult now, but my mother still takes the time to see you, Qingyang, I've been here for two days, and you don't even have time to eat?"

"Mom, I really don't have time. Lian Qingyang resolutely refused.

Every time Xiang Yazhi said a word, every time she was challenging the limit of Lian Qingyang's patience.

Xiang Yazhi's business, Xiang Yazhi goes to two or three times a month at most, as for what she said about coming here for two days, Lian Qingyang doesn't want to say how much she has delayed because of Xiang Yazhi, who made Xiang Yazhi her own mother.

Endure.

Lian Qingyang turned around and put himself into the busyness, the place where he opened the store, the house next to Southwest Road, Lian Qingyang rented a floor first, close to the original place of work, and the street, the flow of people is still good, the house has been decorated, simple, bright and generous.

But there are some details that even Qingyang still needs to finalize.

"Lian Qingyang. Xiang Yazhi couldn't help shouting his name, she saw that many people were here, and she roared and shouted out all those employees.

"Mom. ”

Lian Qingyang couldn't help but say, "Are you coming to see me, or can't you see me?"

Those employees work very weekdays, and they are all diligent in their work, but now, they were yelled at by Xiang Yazhi for no reason, and even Qingyang felt even more uncomfortable than yelling at himself.

"What, do you want to talk back to me for the sake of your people?" Xiang Yazhi glared angrily, looked at Lian Qingyang's face, and cursed in her heart: A white-eyed wolf that can't be raised is a white-eyed wolf who can't be raised.

"I'm you, Mom, I've come all the way to see you, and that's how you treat me? I see that your conscience has been eaten by dogs. Xiang Yazhi accused Lian Qingyang loudly: "Busy, busy, what do you have to be busy with, a broken game company, compared to Lianjia, it can't even compare to hair, what are you so concerned about?"

Lian Qingyang took a deep breath and looked at Xiang Yazhi with a disappointed expression, her eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

"For so many years, the things you bought for me were always to take me to the store and then ask the clerk to try them on me. ”

"Later, when I grew up, I was already going to grow a size longer in my shoes now, don't you know? And a suit you sent, I'm not my father's age? It's either black or gray?"

"Also, I'm allergic to durian, Mom, after so many years, you can never remember it. ”

Even Qingyang will not forget the loss in his heart when he saw durian the day before yesterday, and he couldn't stop it.

He is allergic to durian, and his whole body is itchy when he eats it, or even worse, and he needs to go to the hospital, but because Xiang Yazhi likes it, he can't stop it every time, but if he doesn't bring it to him, he also feels normal, and he can't let his mother not eat it because he is a son.

But his mother kept saying that the fruit she gave him to eat was durian, which made him very uncomfortable.

"You...... I ......"

Xiang Yazhi listened to Lian Qingyang's words, her face changed, she raised her hand and slapped Lian Qingyang and said: "Shoes, I didn't know that you were growing again, the clothes are hoping that you will be mature and stable, this durian, durian ......"

Xiang Yazhi didn't dare to look at Lian Qingyang's gaze, and said, "I ate it myself, not for you." ”

"Xiang Yazhi, are you still a mother?"

When Tang Yue arrived, he happened to hear Lian Qingyang's words, Tang Yue looked at the slap mark on Lian Qingyang's face distressedly, how much force does it take to leave such an obvious slap mark?

"Qingyang, you go to the kitchen to get two eggs and a dress, otherwise, it will open the day after tomorrow, you pig-headed face, who would dare to buy a computer?" Tang Yue softly comforted Lian Qingyang, and in the face of Lian Qingyang's worried gaze, Tang Yue patted him on the shoulder and said, "Qingyang, don't worry, she doesn't dare to touch me." ”

Tang Yue's gaze was very confident.

Lian Qingyang couldn't help but trust, although he was worried, he still went out.

"Why are you here?" Xiang Yazhi was in a bad mood when she saw Tang Yue's face, especially when she pointed her nose and scolded her, she sat on the chair next to her and said, "Qingyang is my son, how I teach my son, I don't need you to care." ”

"Xiang Yazhi, how did you use the means to make Lian He unable to return to Wangjiang County, I don't care, but Qingyang is my younger brother, you bully him, just can't do it. Tang Yue also sat down opposite her, her words were sonorous and powerful, although they were not loud, but they were unusually imposing.

She was wearing a purple sweater, a pair of tight-fitting flared jeans, and a pair of small white shoes under her feet, dressed simply and generously, lining her delicate face, she sat on a chair, her back was straight, and she sat there calmly, with bright eyes, as if she could see through everything.

"Qingyang is your son is good, but as a mother, she doesn't even know what size of shoes her son is wearing, don't you think it's very funny?" Tang Yue had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm ......" Xiang Yazhi straightened her clothes, lowered her eyes, and suppressed her panic and embarrassment, and said, "Qingyang is the time to grow her body." ”

"Actually, there's something I want to ask you. Tang Yue suddenly changed his words.

Xiang Yazhi's gaze subconsciously looked at her.

Tang Yue said slowly: "Qingyang's father and I are both blood type B, Qingyang is blood type A, but even Qingqing is blood type O. ”

Tang Yue's eyes looked directly at her, not letting go of a trace of emotion in Xiang Yazhi's eyes, and she asked, "Lian Qingqing, whose child is it?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Xiang Yazhi interrupted Tang Yue's words in a panicked moment, she stood up, nervously cut her hair, her eyes dodged, and she shouted loudly: "What type A blood, type O blood, you are talking nonsense." ”

"What are you lacking in?" Tang Yue raised a shallow smile and asked tentatively, "Or is it that Qingyang is whose child?"