Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

After two days, Yan Xiaye returned to Qin's house again.

"Miss, you are back."

The butler led the servants to greet her, observing her expression without any trace: "Master is resting in his room, if you want to visit..."

"Yeah." Yan Xiaye nodded, there was no unnecessary expression on Qingmei's small face: "Take me there."

The butler was visibly relieved, agreed with a face full of relief, and stepped forward to lead the way.

This was the first time she went to Elder Qin's bedroom since she moved into the Qin family's villa.

After walking through the steps and gorgeous empty corridors, Yan Xiaye stopped in front of a coffee-colored door.

The housekeeper knocked on the door respectfully, and reported for her: "Mister, Missy is back."

"Cough cough."

There was a vicissitudes of coughing in the room, it sounded like he was seriously ill: "Come in."

After getting permission, Yan Xiaye pushed the door open and entered.

When I saw the layout of the room, I couldn't help being startled.

The whole villa was designed according to Mr. Qin's aesthetics, and all kinds of antiques can be seen everywhere for free.

In contrast, his own room was extremely simple.

A dragon and phoenix bed occupies the largest area of ​​the room, an antique vase half a person's height stands in the corner, and a simple dressing table is placed near the window, full of traces left over from time.

Yan Xiaye glanced at it calmly, thinking that it must have been used by his late wife.

On the bed, Mr. Qin was resting under a blanket. Now he stood up and sat on the cushion, and waved to her, "Xia Ye, come and sit down quickly. The servant just delivered the fruit."

Yan Xiaye lowered his eyes to look, then walked forward and sat on the imperial concubine's couch beside the bed.

She waited for Elder Qin to ask her about the fact that she escaped through the window, but the other party only asked about her life in the past two days, like an ordinary father who cared about his daughter, and never mentioned the unpleasantness of that day.

"It's because I'm too self-willed, which makes you worry." After finishing the greetings in a few words, Yan Xiaye went straight to the point: "The steward said, your body..."

"It's okay. At my age, my resistance is not as good as that of young people. Colds and fevers are common."

When Mr. Qin said this, he took a breath with a weak expression: "Xia Ye, I have already called Mr. Xu to ask about the unhappiness between you and the second son of the Xu family. It seems that it is my father's misunderstanding. about you."

For Master Qin, who has spent half his life in Jianghai, words of this level are equivalent to an apology.

Yan Xiaye was a little surprised that Mr. Xu would speak for her so easily, and nodded thoughtfully: "Just clear up the misunderstanding."

"You must have been wronged at the time. It's fine if that bastard Jing Yi didn't believe you. As a father, I couldn't stand by your side."

Elder Qin sighed deeply, and looked at Yan Xiaye quietly with his cloudy eyes: "You should blame me in your heart, but the attitude of the Xu family is very important to the current Qin family. In that case, I must To give Xu Zixu an explanation, I can only choose to wrong you."

Yan Xiaye didn't expect Elder Qin to speak so confidingly, and the grievance in his heart felt better.

And she has long been used to being betrayed by her relatives, it's no big deal to do it again, the pain will always be numb.

But it's impossible for her to act like she's grateful immediately. At most, she said lightly, "I understand."

"Summer night..."

Mr. Qin is a cunning and cunning old fox. Seeing her look, he felt a chill in his heart, and emotions called regret flooded his heart overwhelmingly.

In this life, he owed her and her mother too much.

God had pity on him and allowed him to meet his daughter before he died, but his mind was still focused on the family, and he hurt his daughter's heart for his own benefit, and he didn't know if there was a chance to make up for it before he died.

Yan Xiaye couldn't stand the old man's complicated and unspeakable gaze, so he forced the corners of his lips to show a slight smile, and reached out to pick up the fruit knife and apple on the coffee table: "Do you like to cut it in half, or cut it into small pieces?"

"All good, all good."

Elder Qin looked at her with her head lowered and peeling her skin with a smile, his eyes suddenly pierced through the years, and he saw another shadow of his lifelong love from her.

His dry lips opened and closed silently, he murmured the name affectionately, and the corners of his eyes were so dry that no tears could flow out.

The beautiful woman has passed away. Annoyance and crying are only adding to the sadness, and they cannot change the past and the ending.

Fortunately—not long, he will be reunited with her soon.

On the side, Yan Xiaye cut the pulp into a size that was convenient for the mouth, raised his head and asked in confusion, "What did you say?"

"Nothing, thank you for visiting me."

Reaching out to take the small bowl that Yan Xiaye handed over, Mr. Qin couldn't wait to taste a piece, cherishing it as if he was eating it for the first time in his life, "It's delicious."

With Mr. Qin's worth, the delicacies of the Manchu Banquet are nothing more than everyday food.

When he said delicious, of course he didn't mean an apple, but Yan Xiaye made it with his own hands.

Yan Xiaye silently watched the old man taste one piece after another, his eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

Sighing in her heart, she said in a soft voice: "Don't worry, I don't mean to blame you, you can rest assured to recover from your illness, and I will see you again tomorrow."

After saying this, she didn't dare to look at Mr. Qin's expression, turned around and left here quietly.

Turning back to close the door, she saw that the housekeeper who brought her was still waiting there, hesitated for a moment and asked awkwardly, "Can I use the kitchen?"

"Do you want to..." The housekeeper widened his eyes and almost cried with joy, "Of course, this is your home, you can do whatever you want."

"Thank you."

Nodding and brushing past the housekeeper, Yan Xiaye went to the kitchen and spent two hours cooking four side dishes, as well as a pot of milky white fish soup.

Putting these dishes into bowls and plates one by one, she asked the maid to find the butler, and handed the tray to the other side: "Please."

"Aren't you going to send it there yourself?"

The butler hesitated to take it, wondering how she would miss such a good opportunity.

Although the Qin family's inside story is not enough for outsiders, but as Mr. Qin's right-hand man for many years, he is very clear that the fight for the heir between the young lady and the young master is in full swing, and they are both in a very delicate position.

Under such circumstances, pleasing Mr. Qin is of course the best shortcut to success, not one of them.

However, Yan Xiaye never intended to please anyone, everything he did was from the bottom of his heart, so he naturally ignored this so-called shortcut.

"No." Concisely rejected the other party's hint, Yan Xiaye sorted out the clothes on his body a little, and after thinking about it, he decided to go back to the room and change: "I'm going out for a while, maybe I'll come back later, but I will back."

The housekeeper understood, and secretly thought that Xia Ye might be cowardly because of his closeness to his hometown. Facing a father who had been lost for many years like Mr. Qin, who wanted to get close to him but was too young to be a child, he could only express her kindness in such an awkward way. .

Looking at the slim lady with pity and emotion, he understood what she meant: "With your words, everyone can rest assured."

……

After changing his clothes, Yan Xiaye used his mobile phone to call a car as usual, and arrived at Ji Liangchen's temporary villa before dark.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines into the room from the floor-to-ceiling windows, fine and dense dust flies lightly in the light, and you can hear your own heartbeat quietly.

"Mr. Ji?"

After tentatively calling Ji Liangchen's name a few times, the smile on the corner of Yan Xiaye's lips gradually froze, and finally turned into nothingness.

Slowly sitting down on the sofa, she looked out of the window with empty eyes, her slender back seemed unable to bear any more weight.

Before she knew it, she had buried her head in her knees and let herself cry.

It turned out that she was far from being as strong as she thought.

After an unknown amount of time, she forced herself to stop here, pursed her lips and smiled self-deprecatingly, and wiped away her tears casually with the back of her hand.

The tears that blurred her vision disappeared, and she looked back inadvertently, her pupils constricted violently in an instant.

Not far away, a man in home clothes stood on the railing on the second floor and looked down at her. His peach blossom eyes shone brightly, and the expression between his brows and eyes was a kind of tender pity. I don't know how long he looked at her.

That look deeply hurt her self-esteem.

"Ji Liangchen?"

She stood up from the sofa at a loss, nervous like a child who was caught doing something wrong: "You..."

"If you don't come to see me, I'm too embarrassed to bring other women here. I slept lonely all afternoon and just woke up."

Walking down the stairs as if nothing had happened, Ji Liangchen yawned lazily, and teased half-jokingly and half-seriously: "You know, your expression is very charming now, tell me honestly, are you deliberately trying to seduce me?" Painful?"

Yan Xiaye's slender eyelashes trembled, and his wet eyes looked extremely innocent, and he laughed along with him very accommodatingly: "Since you guessed it all, it seems that I failed?"

"uncertain……"

While speaking, the man had already come to her, standing there tall and tall.

Stretching out his finger to rub the sparkling crystals on her eyelashes, he retracted his finger very sensationally, and gently licked it in front of her face.

Yan Xiaye is a complete fledgling rookie when it comes to flirting, her cheeks are uncontrollably hot, with a seductive blush.

Ji Liangchen sighed in his heart, if Yan Xia Ye's intentions for coming here were not so mysterious, he would definitely not be able to help but throw himself down on the spot, it's too cruel to see that he can't eat.

Reminiscing about the saltiness remaining between his lips and teeth, he decided to turn his grief into appetite, and said suddenly: "I'm hungry, do you want to eat Sichuan food?"

"……it is good."

Yan Xiaye lowered his eyes in embarrassment, took out his mobile phone and checked the nearby Sichuan restaurants, and took a moment to carefully compare the reviews of the diners.

During the whole process, Ji Liangchen just stood there straight, staring at her meaningfully.

"The taste of this one seems to be good, but the other one has richer dishes. Which one is better?"