Love is like melting

Chapter 43 Fourth Brother, She Was the Instigator 1
"Now there is a fool in front of you who is willing to be used by you. There are so many opportunities and resources available, why waste them? Do you have to risk your brothers' lives?"

Cheng Mu's words undoubtedly hit Ji Yerong's soft bones. What she cared most about was the lives of her brothers.

Cheng Mu said what should be said and what should not be said, and then it was up to Ji Yerong to make a choice.

In the chaotic afternoon, after Lian Mo and others left, the original calm was restored in the manor.

Yun Yingluo asked the doctor to examine Lian Zhan. There was no wound, and he didn't even need to prescribe medicine, but he might have been a little frightened. Let him drink a cup of warm milk before going to bed to help him sleep.

Yun Yingluo sat in the room for a while and then left, while Liu Ruolan stayed with Lian Zhan in the room.

Liu Ruolan gently patted the thin quilt's hand back, and asked him gently and earnestly, "Zhan'er, tell mom, who asked you to push her?"

When she attended Lian Jing's wedding anniversary dinner that day, she had no idea that Ji Yerong would also be attending. Yun Yingluo didn't attend that day because she had a cold, so she brought Zhan'er alone.

Before the dinner party started, Zhan'er said that she was going to the bathroom. She wanted to accompany him, but Zhan'er insisted that she could.

She thought to herself that with so many guests and servants tonight, no one would know Zhan'er's status is noble, and nothing would happen if she just went to the bathroom.

Who would have expected that such a big basket would be discovered just by going to a bathroom.

Seeing Ji Yerong holding a knife against Zhan'er today, she was so frightened that she was afraid that Ji Yerong would hurt Zhan'er.

Two years ago, his father died of illness, and his mother had no power or influence. The status of the Liu family in Yancheng was getting worse day by day.Although she has been said to be the wife of the president in the past few years, there are very few activities that your Excellency is willing to attend with her. After a long time, the outside world will naturally spread that the relationship between their husband and wife is not good.

She has nothing left, only the title of Mrs. President and Zhan'er.

As long as she is still the president's wife, the Liu family will not completely decline. As long as Zhan'er becomes the president in the future, the Liu family will definitely become the mainstay in the political arena again, and its glory will remain.

Now let Zhan'er grow up healthy and become the president is what she should do most.

She didn't understand why Zhan'er wanted to anger Ji Yerong, it would only make you hate their mother and son even more.

"No one asked me to do this, but I wanted to do it myself." Lian Zhan insisted that no one taught him.

"Zhan'er, you're not telling the truth in front of mother?" Liu Ruolan frowned, pretending to be angry.

Lian Zhan's eyes turned red all of a sudden, Dou Da's tears rolled down with grievance, "I'm telling the truth, mom, don't you believe me?"

Seeing Zhan'er's tears, Liu Ruolan's heart softened, she couldn't bear to be angry with him.

"Zhan'er don't cry, mother believes in you!" Liu Ruolan gently wiped away the tears on his face, and said seriously: "But you have to promise me, never do similar things in the future! Do you understand?"

"why?"

"Because you are my mother's only hope. You can't make any mistakes, let alone anger Your Excellency. Then you won't be able to be the president in the future, and you won't be able to protect your mother and grandma."

Lian Zhan seemed to understand, and asked in confusion: "Then let that ugly monster take Dad away?"

Your Mightiness--

A look of gloom and sadness flashed across Liu Ruolan's eyes, she caressed her son's face with her fingers, and said earnestly, "Zhan'er, we must learn to be patient from now on!"

"endure?"

"Yes, it's patience!" The white teeth bit the tender lips tightly, and said seriously: "As long as we can hold our breath and be patient, there is always a chance that we will get everything we want! Remember! ?"

Lian Zhan didn't quite understand. Seeing what his mother said so seriously, he nodded in agreement.

In Yun Yingluo's study on the third floor, her slender body stood in front of the window for a long time, looking at the heavy rain outside the window with an extremely dignified expression.

The man on the LCD screen is covered with years of wind and frost, and a pair of dark eyes are staring at her, worrying about floating.

"Ma'am—" He pursed his lips lightly, hesitant to speak, and all the words turned into a sigh.

Yun Yingluo heard the voice, turned around and looked at him on the screen from a distance, her voice was cold and cold: "The matter is getting more and more complicated, and it has already implicated Zhan'er."

"Are you sure you didn't mean Liu Ruolan?"

Yun Yingluo shook her head, "She doesn't have the guts and scheming. What worries me the most is Zhan'er..."

There are some things that she doesn't need to elaborate on. He also understands what her anxiety and worry are, after all, he has guarded her all his life.

"The child needs to be taught slowly. I think it is better to let him have less contact with Liu Ruolan."

The environment is too important for a child's growth, he thinks it is not a good way to let the future president and Liu Ruolan get along day and night.

Yun Yingluo didn't understand the meaning of his words, but now Liu Ruolan is too sensitive and defensive, it's really not easy to separate her from Zhan'er.

Perhaps, this incident will be an opportunity.

She turned around and looked out of the window again. After a long silence, she suddenly murmured: "Suddenly I miss Cheng'er very much."

Liancheng, her most beloved son.

"You go back first and wait for my order." Ji Yerong said this, and took down the communicator without waiting for Chen Ying to answer.

Cheng Mu heard her words without any surprises, as if he had guessed that she would do this a long time ago, but he was still relieved.

To be honest, your Excellency asked him to bring Ji Yerong back unharmed, but at first he was really not so confident.

When he saw Ji Yerong, he suddenly thought of what he said to Ji Yerong earlier, "I have a chance to talk." He just mentioned it like that, but he didn't expect it to be really useful.

Using soldier ghosts to convince him was a temporary idea. When he saw Chen Ying, he suddenly remembered that a group of people like them were fearless in the face of death, but they cared most about the life and death of their brothers.

Then it's not surprising that Ji Yerong would compromise in the end.

Cheng Mu lowered the window and told the driver to drive back to Yeyuan.

Chen Ying has been standing in the rain, looking at her sitting in the car, with a cold expression, her lowered eyelids covering all her emotions.

He knew that this was the captain's decision. Once she made a decision, she would not change it, nor would she explain it one more word.

It's just, Captain—

You decided to go back, is it your willingness, or do you have any unavoidable difficulties and concerns?
The car arrived at Night Garden half an hour later. As dusk fell and the heavy rain gradually stopped, the car hadn't reached the door when Ji Yerong saw a figure standing at the door from a distance.

Lian Mo stood at the gate, and Yu Sha stood beside him holding an umbrella for him. From the humidity of his clothes, it could be seen that he must have been waiting here for a long time.

The car stopped in front of Lian Mo. Cheng Mu got out of the car and opened the door for Ji Yerong. Before she got out of the car, Lian Mo had already taken the umbrella from Yusha's hand and raised it to the roof of the car.

He was afraid that Ayu would get caught in the rain.

When Ji Yerong got out of the car, he subconsciously glanced at his right arm, and there was an invisible movement between his brows.

When Lian Mo saw her, he didn't blame or question her, and he couldn't catch a trace of anger on his handsome face. On the contrary, there was only peace of mind on his face, and a slight smile on his thin lips.

"The rain stopped, and you came back."

how wonderful.

"Why not in the house?" His clothes were mostly soaked, and his right arm was still hurt.

"I can't sit still, I want to see Ayu sooner." He answered very naturally.

Ji Yerong didn't know how to answer such words, and he didn't want to. He looked at the long road behind the black gate and said, "Let's go back."

Lian Mo looked at the drizzle outside the umbrella and readily agreed.

The two shared an umbrella and walked in side by side. Cheng Mu and Yu Sha were very sensible and didn't follow.

As night fell, the street lights in the night garden were all on, and the drizzle was looming under the light.

Although the rain was light, Lianmo still held most of the umbrella on top of Ji Yerong's head when she held her umbrella, accommodating her feet and walking slowly.

Walking in the rain and sharing an umbrella is a sweet and romantic thing for a couple in love. It can be justifiably close to each other, absorb the warmth of each other, and get closer to each other's heart.

But all of these must be based on the premise of being a "couple", so to Ji Yerong, walking in the rain is not romantic or sweet. Many moments are silences that don't know how to speak.

He gave her all the umbrellas and deliberately slowed down for her. Ji Yerong knew all this, and because he knew, he couldn't pretend to be indifferent.

Halfway through the walk, Ji Yerong suddenly reached out to take the umbrella away, and said in a concise and powerful voice, "I'll hold the umbrella."

She held the umbrella over his head to keep him from walking in the wind and rain.

Lian Mo was taken aback, he didn't expect her to do this, a faint smile couldn't help but faint from the bottom of his eyes.

This is not caring, what is it?

He was happy for Ayu's concern for him, but how could he look at Ayu standing in the rain?
Wanting to get the umbrella back, Ji Yerong quickly avoided his hand and said decisively, "Either I will go in together with the umbrella, or I will leave now."

Lian Mo: "..."

He didn't want her to leave, and he didn't want her to get wet in the rain, so he thought for a moment and walked around to Ayu's other side.

Wuhai's left hand wrapped around her shoulders, and both of them stood under the umbrella.

Ji Yerong frowned, looked up at him, and when he wanted to brush off the hands on his shoulders, his voice came to his ears along with the warm wind: "We can go through the wind and rain together."

The cold eyes were dazed for a second, but in the end they didn't push his hand away, and they walked towards the villa together like this.

From the gate to the gate of the villa, it takes 10 minutes to drive and 30 minutes to walk. Because of Ji Yerong's bad legs, he walked very slowly and took nearly an hour.

Although this journey was silent, for Lian Mo, it was a rare moment for Ning Xin.

There is the sound of wind and rain in my ears, Ayu's breathing seems to be there, and Ayu's breath is under his nose, which is so familiar that he can't be more familiar.

No disputes, no disagreements, just a near unanimous pace.

It was the first time that Lian Mo was so reluctant to walk this way home, and he hoped to take a little more, even if it was just one more step.

Illusions are always shattered silently in reality. Lian Mo and Ji Yerong walked into the hall, and the servant took the umbrella and brought slippers.

Lian Mo didn't care about himself. When Ji Yerong took off his raincoat and handed it to the servant, and was about to bend down, he was already squatting in front of her.

Ji Yerong was wearing a pair of dark sneakers, and she needed to untie her shoelaces. Before she could react, Lian Mo had already untied her shoelaces, and murmured softly, "Ayu, lift your feet."

She stared down at his profile, not even knowing how he untied her shoelace with one hand.

Lifting his feet, he took off her wet sneakers, put her feet on his knees, and took the towel handed by the servant to wipe his wet feet.

The servant standing by the side had waves in his eyes, but his jaw almost fell to the ground without being shocked.

No one in the night garden would know how much you dote on this "Miss Ji", there is almost no bottom line and principle.

(End of this chapter)