Chapter 193: Life is the way it is

After figuring it out, she smiled, approached them, and said, "Dad, Mom, Uncle Yan, Aunt Yan, I'm back." ”

When Xiuqing saw that it was her, she stood up happily and immediately walked towards her, "Xiao Xia, Aunt Yan has finally brought you back, I want to have a good chat with you, why is it so difficult?" ”

Xiuqing's complaint made Lin Xia feel a little guilty, she looked at her apologetically, and said, "Aunt Yan, I'm sorry, it's rare to come to your house, but I left at noon because of something." ”

"It's okay, aren't you back? I'll punish you for staying with me tonight, and don't even your mother rob me. Xiuqing smiled and looked at Wu Shan who was sitting on the sofa and said a little childishly.

Wu Shan waved her hand and said continuously: "Don't rob, don't rob, otherwise you will have to blame me to death, I'm afraid." ”

Her joking tone immediately made everyone else in the living room laugh, and the atmosphere was very witty at this time.

Lin Xia looked at this scene and felt a little relieved, that's right, let this moment go on forever, and everything will return to the right track, as it was at the beginning.

Next, Lin Xia stayed by Xiuqing's side, listening to her say that she was the best and the next, and gave a response or two from time to time, Xiuqing, who had already said a lot, was not tired, and sighed: "Sure enough, it's better to have a girl, intimate, unlike that kid, who actually gave me a bad heart." ”

Lin Xia knew who Xiuqing was referring to, she smiled and said, "Aunt Yan, although I am not your biological child, haven't you always regarded me as your own child?" What are you sighing about, besides, Brother Yu is so good, what are you so sorry about. ”

Xiuqing grabbed Lin Xia's hand, patted it gently, and said softly, "Xia'er, you know my thoughts." ”

Lin Xia's heart twitched, but he smiled lightly, "Aunt Yan, there are some things that can't be forced, there are always times when you don't get what you want, you might as well look at it." It's been three years, and you've seen more clearly than I should. ”

Xiuqing: "Xiao Xia, Aunt Yan knows that you still mind what happened back then, we just met again, I don't force you, I just hope that you will come to talk with me often, and it will be okay for a few minutes." ”

Lin Xia held Xiuqing's hand, shook his head slightly, and said softly: "Aunt Yan, I don't mind, I don't mind at all, I forgot about it a long time ago, but you, too, have to come out of what happened back then, don't think about it anymore." ”

"Don't worry, if you're free, I'll come to see you with my mother."

It seems that Xiao Xia has made up her mind, and their affairs have to be discussed in the long run, so she still can't be too anxious, she has to take her time. Thinking of this, Xiuqing looked around the entire living room, and muttered dissatisfiedly in her heart, Xiao Xia has been back for so long, and she has never seen Zhengyu go downstairs, this kid is smart and smart, but his emotional intelligence is negative, when will the elm head be opened, she is really worried, if she doesn't help again, Xiao Xia will become someone else's daughter-in-law sooner or later.

Xiuqing didn't know that when the adults were chatting happily in the living room just now, it was Yan Zhengyu who went downstairs to open the door for Lin Xia, and she didn't think about it, if Yan Zhengyu was upstairs and a few of them were in the living room, then who opened the door for Lin Xia?

Otherwise, she can be sure now, maybe Yan Zhengyu doesn't really care about Lin Xia at all as he said, and she won't easily give up the idea of matching them in the near future.

However, life is like this, there are regrets that pass by, and there are also beautiful feelings that have been born over time.

No one knows what happened to Lin Xia and Yan Zhengyu.

When Xiuqing and Wu Shan went to prepare dinner, Lin Yuyuan and Yan Zhendong also left the living room, and the two went to the study to play chess, leaving Lin Xia to sit alone in the empty living room.