Her Overbearing Man

Until he closed his study and walked slowly to the door of his own room, the people behind him still followed him. He turned his head and looked at Zhao Qiyu who was still carrying a tray. He took the cup of coffee in his hand and said, "is there anything else?"

He said, carrying the cup of coffee into his room, put down the tray of Zhao Qiyu standing at the door, she knew lengyang never other people into his room, she would make this taboo.

"That, brother lengyang..."

Vaguely feel Leng Yang's attitude to himself tonight seems not as cold as before, but there is a bit of softening, Zhao Qiyu of course is not willing to leave without doing anything.

But she did not want to use any words, for a time, she looked at Leng Yang's handsome and indifferent face.

Putting his coffee on his desk, Leng Yang takes a look at Zhao Qiyu, who is standing at the door. It seems that she is really like a gentle and graceful woman. Her eyes are filled with slight disgust. Before Zhao Qiyu finds out, she quickly presses down.

Not yet. She's still useful.

The cold in the eyes will be pressed down, cold Yang's eyes fall on the cup of coffee that is still emitting fine white fog, even across a certain distance, the nose with a sensitive sense of smell can also smell the mellow taste of good coffee.

If nothing else is added to it, it's really a mother's meticulous care for her children.

Unfortunately

"Sit down."

Zhao Qiyu, who didn't know what Leng Yang was thinking, was stunned. Suddenly she heard Leng Yang's voice. She was startled. Then she looked at Leng Yang incredulously. "Brother Leng Yang, do you mean let me sit down?"

She still couldn't believe it. Even if she heard it, she had to confirm it again.

Leng Yang took a look at her without refuting.

Zhao Qiyu was relieved, and then she was happy again. She stayed with him for three years, and finally got his first recognition. Zhao Qiyu almost had an impulse to cry.

No matter how cold you are, you are not softened by her persistent waiting. Zhao Qiyu is happy and proud.

Today, in fact, she still can't tell whether it is because she loves lengyang or because she is used to it. She only knows that she can't lose him, only him.

Her father seems to be doting on her, but that's just what outsiders think. More often, Zhao Qiyu even thinks that her own father doesn't care about her daughter. Even if one day she dies, he won't shed a tear.

And her mother, in addition to sad spring hurt autumn, did not help her at all, she had already given up.

So she looks bright and beautiful. She is the eldest lady of the Zhao family, but only she knows that she has only one fiance, only Leng Yang.

She originally thought that maybe when they were knocked out, she and lengyang would always maintain such a colder relationship than strangers.

Even strangers will help others when they are injured, but they may not be as good as strangers.

But Zhao Qiyu really did not expect that lengyang would suddenly change her attitude towards her, and even allow her to enter his room.

She quickly repressed the feeling of ecstasy, and pretended that she had not changed at all. After returning to China three years ago, she stepped forward and was staring at the place where she was and sat down on the sofa next to him.

Although Zhao Qiyu didn't feel much about her decision, lengyang still saw the pride in her eyes and the joy that can't be ignored by Yu Guang.

He pretended to see nothing, and slowly picked up the coffee on the table, which was almost cold, and put it to his lips. Zhao Qiyu, who was waiting for Leng yang to say something, saw this scene, and her face suddenly changed.

"Don't drink!"

By Zhao Qiyu's sudden exclamation, Leng Yang subconsciously raised his head and looked at her, some unhappy in his eyes, raised his eyebrows and asked coldly, "what's the matter?"

Zhao Qiyu acted completely with the idea in her heart for a moment. Now she was asked by Leng Yang. She couldn't find any good reason for it for a while, so she just said, "the coffee is cold, brother Leng Yang, I'll make a cup for you again."

Now that lengyang is ready to accept her, how can she let her future husband become a waste.

Zhao Qiyu's husband, of course, is the youngest and most promising man in Wucheng. If he has used something addictive for a long time, he'd better give it up.

As for her mother-in-law's idea, she was too lazy to take care of it any more. Anyway, Leng Yang and she had no mother son relationship.

Zhao Qiyu thought in her heart, but there was no trace on her face. She was still so gentle, but she took the cup of coffee slowly from lengyang's hand and poured it into the garbage can beside her desk.

Looking at Zhao Qiyu's face as if he had made up his mind, Leng Yang's eyes flashed a touch of sarcasm, but he didn't say anything.

Zhao Qiyu is very open, and brings up two cups of coffee, a cold Yang did not ask anything to bring a cup, her expression is more gentle a bit.

When she put down her heart, Leng Yang's voice rang, with some irresistible meaning, which made Zhao Qiyu's smile suddenly stiff.

"Coffee, what's the problem?"

Lengyang looks at her with penetrating eyes, which makes Zhao Qiyu dare not look directly away, but says, "what's wrong with coffee? Brother lengyang, are you kidding me?"

She deliberately spoke in such a relaxed tone, trying to confuse things with the past, but she looked at Leng Yang motionlessly in her eyes, and the smile on her face faded slowly.

She didn't say anything for the first time. Instead, she took a look at the open door. After a few steps to close the door, she came to lengyang. At this time, her eyes were full of tears.

Looking up at Leng Yang's eyes with complicated emotions, a drop of tears happened to follow Zhao Qiyu's eyelashes and slowly slide down her delicate face.

If you meet a man who is pitying for jade, you will comfort him with pity from time to time.

But standing in front of her was Leng Yang, the major general who never changed his face no matter what he faced.

Fortunately, Zhao Qiyu never wanted to let lengyang pity anything. She just wanted him to see it.

Zhao Qiyu bit her lower lip, and her eyes seemed to be tears that she had endured for a long time, but she seemed to be imperceptible. She just looked at Leng Yang's expressionless face.