Since grandma's words have reached this point, Xiao Shiqin can't say anything more.

I had to laugh: "This family, of course, you are always in charge, I'll clean up the dishes and chopsticks." ”

In fact, grandma doesn't like Xiao Shiqin, not only because she is related to allowing her mother's death.

is also because she is too small, giving people a feeling of being a small family and not being able to get on the stage.

Wen Yang is different, although she was born in the countryside, she is more broad-minded than adults, and she never opens her mouth to ask for anything.

This is what grandma likes the most.

After Xiao Shiqin walked away, her grandmother solemnly handed over a pair of bracelets to Wen Yang.

The bracelet is the color of green and emerald drops, crystal clear, and it is worth a lot just by looking at it, Wen Yang said that it is fake if he doesn't like it.

She didn't dare to speculate anymore, took it with both hands, and thanked happily: "Thank you, grandma, I will take good care of it." ”

"Good boy, you can wear it if you want, Grandma has a bracelet."

Grandma is a young lady from a wealthy family, her mother and father are famous Chinese medicine experts, and her brother is the founder of an internationally renowned pharmaceutical group.

When she was young, her grandmother also studied abroad, and after completing her studies, she mainly studied the field of traditional Chinese and Western medicine, and was a pioneer in the integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine.

Her words were in the Rong family, and no one dared not listen to them.

My only hobby is listening to opera.

While a few people were talking, Doctor Liu came over early and waited, but fortunately it was only a sprain, not a serious injury.

He helped Wen Yang pick up the misalignment, fixed it for her, gave an injection to reduce inflammation, and prescribed some medicine before going back.

As soon as Doctor Liu left, everyone was tired all night, and grandma told them to rest early, and everyone dispersed.

Xiao Shiqin cleaned up the kitchen hatefully, and the fire she had held all night had nowhere to spill, she gritted her teeth in anger, her muscles were green, and she saw the fragments in the garbage basket and was almost distressed that there was no blood...

The spacious living room is only warm and tolerant.

The two of them didn't speak, the atmosphere was a little heavy, and they turned around and went upstairs without looking at Wen Yang.

Wen Yang thought to herself, this mind-reading technique is also strange, at the critical moment, she can't even read the thoughts of the Rong family, can't she read the thoughts of people who are too familiar?

She went upstairs to go back to her room to rest, but she didn't know whether to allow the room...

Tonight is their wedding night, do you want to go?

You should want to sleep with yourself, right?

Thinking about it, if grandma asked tomorrow and knew that she didn't sleep with Allow tonight, grandma should be sad, so she had to go to Allow the room, but he was not there.

Walking in, she wanted to find the leather band that tied her hair, and opened the cabinet drawer, but she saw a cassette tape with the words "Hall of Eternal Life" written vigorously in pen words.

The Palace of Eternal Life is a Kunqu opera, which tells the story of Yang Guifei, and it is also the grandmother's favorite play.

Wen Yang She can also sing, but I don't know who sang the box that allowed her collection.

Driven by curiosity, she put it on the tape recorder, and then, her voice came back in a tactful voice...

"What did I sing?" She was stunned!

She listened carefully, this is the "Palace of Eternal Life" that her family asked someone to record a family video last year, and she sang it.

This tape was recorded by grandma for Allow who hadn't been home for five years, but she didn't understand why Allow would rip the song "Palace of Eternal Life" she sang?

Afraid of being heard, she hurriedly put the tape back in its place.

Go into the bathroom and scrub it briefly, change into a tiger-headed pajamas and go to bed, and turn off the bedside lamp.

allowed to enter the house in the dark, turned on the light, and saw Wen Yang lying quietly on the bed wrapped in a quilt.

The bed was a big double bed, and the beds were all festive red, which my grandmother insisted on.

Rong frowned, went to the bathroom to wash up, and went to bed with a slight recline.

His freshly washed hair was just casually wiped with a towel, and it had a moist sheen in the light.

I casually took the book from the bedside table and looked at it seriously.

Ignoring the extra woman on the bed.

Wen Yang has never slept, just pretending to sleep, sharing the same bed with the man she loved in her previous life, how can she sleep peacefully?

She secretly changed her position, her face facing Tolerance, and squinted to see his long eyelashes drooping, the bridge of his nose high, and his thin lips pursed together.

A pair of eyes, streamer tactful, bright and dazzling.

It seems that if you look at it, you will fall into it!

He's still so much that she can't help herself....

Wen Yang's heart was awkward and anxious, she knew that with her tolerant character, after her grandmother died, he would definitely divorce.

And in the previous life, he was so indifferent to himself that he didn't bother to look at himself at all, and this will not change in this life.

In the bottom of my heart, I really didn't want to sleep in the same bed with him.

But for the sake of her grandmother, she had to do it again.

What an alert person Rong Xu was, he knew that Wen Yang hadn't slept at all and was secretly looking at himself, but he pretended to be a serious book.

There was an indescribable indifference in his eyes and expression, even if the two of them were in bed on a summer night, she couldn't feel a trace of temperature.

Maybe it's just not love....

Only if he doesn't love, he will be so heartbroken, disdainful, and ignorant.

Wen Yang felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and his full expectation turned into cold ignorance.

She turned around and continued to sleep, it was her delusion, delusional that she would give herself a trace of tenderness.

The two were so close that she almost forgot that he had always been a cold, extremely disgusted with his own permission, never an exception.

When did he start to hate himself?

About when she first came to Rong's house, she borrowed his room to take a bath, and she had her period again, and she soiled his bed?

I still remember that he was very angry that day.

Looking at her body, she was very aggrieved and cried all night.

It was as if he hadn't looked at himself since.

His coldness made her think that the person who cut her hair today was not an allowed, but an illusion.

Why did he cut her hair today?

Why doesn't mind reading work at such times?

Wen Yang was extremely depressed!

She couldn't see through Tolerance's heart, didn't know what he was thinking, and didn't know what their future would hold.

By the time the lights were turned off, Wen Yang had already fallen asleep.

He heard Wen Yang's slight breathing, and suddenly felt that a woman was lying next to him, which was really another feeling.

It's a pity that this woman tried her best with her grandmother, and her purpose was just to marry him and live a good life.

He doesn't like such a simple scheming.

The bed was huge, and there was a distance between two people between them, but he really felt the body temperature of the two people on the bed.

This subtle and indescribable feeling kept him awake at night.

As soon as the morning dawned, Wen Yang's biological clock naturally woke up, and when he turned sideways, he didn't sleep here last night.

Is it a dream?

In a daze, she got up to freshen up and change her clothes, and went downstairs to make breakfast with Aunt Zhang.

In fact, it is to lay a hand, although she hurts her hand now, she doesn't want to be pampered.

Breakfast was ready, and he was allowed to come back from morning exercise, sweating, and glanced at Wen Yang faintly before going upstairs.

He washed up, and the others got up one after another.

The family was having breakfast, the phone rang, Wen Yang was close, picked up and asked, "Hey, hello." ”

"Is it Wen Yang!? Your Gaokao score is 718!

I suggest you come to the school! Revise your application and re-apply for university!

Your score can go to a better school! ”