Her Overbearing Man

Looking at the figure of Bai Linlin leaving, Zhao Qiyu looks at lengyang beside him wrongly and sits down beside him angrily.

Leng Yang is impatient and used to her temper. Even if she is temporarily valuable, it doesn't mean that he can let her do something out of the ordinary. "Nicole is the person my mother needs. Don't do something I'm not happy with."

In this way, compared with Leng Yang's indifference to her, it's much better, but Zhao Qiyu is still dissatisfied. He looks up at her, "but she..."

You don't pay attention to me at all.

Zhao Qiyu wants to say, but looking at Leng Yang's indifferent eyes, her words still stop unconsciously. She lowers her head to avoid his too sharp eyes, and reluctantly spits out a sentence, "I know, brother Leng Yang."

But there were many emotions in her drooping eyes, even her hands tightly.

Don't worry, don't worry, Zhao Qiyu, lengyang is yours. He is just not used to it. Take your time. One day, he will spoil and love Bai Linlin as he once did. Don't worry now.

No matter how much bailinlin loves him, lengyang has forgotten her. He is her fiance and she is his fiancee. They are the people who should be together.

Bailin, she's nothing.

Although can't see Zhao Qiyu's expression, but the perception of strong lengyang how can't feel Zhao Qiyu incentive restraint, so strong jealousy.

Leng Yang put the newspaper on the table and saw his invited Wang Ma carefully put the breakfast on the table. Maybe he noticed his eyes and Wang Ma timidly held her hands in her belly.

No matter how formal He said, "Mr. Leng, breakfast is ready."

Cold Yang nodded, Wang Ma just turned back to the kitchen, carrying other things.

Seeing that lengyang was already sitting at the table, Zhao Qiyu followed him. It happened that Wang Ma brought up the small pottery pot with a white towel.

The grayish yellow jar is particularly abrupt against the background of the transparent glass table and the high-end tableware.

Zhao Qiyu has a look of disgust and wants to say something, but Yu Guang sees Leng Yang's eyes fall on the jar. Her eyes are a little stunned. She suddenly remembers that Bai Linlin sat in the kitchen before in the jar.

Zhao Qiyu's eyes suddenly darkened, looking at the pottery pot's eyes more disgusted, but turning to lengyang's eyes, Ou suddenly became gentle, "brother lengyang, this thing stewed soup, can't there be bacteria, how to look at it is not clean."

Cold Yang swept her one eye, just take back an eye, "Miss Nicole, call her to come over to have dinner."

This sentence is obviously said to Wang ma.

Wang Ma was stunned for a moment. She didn't know anything about what happened in the living room before. She only knew that Zhao Qiyu and Bai Linlin came out of the kitchen together, so she subconsciously looked at Zhao Qiyu, the whereabouts of Miss Nicole. Only this Miss Zhao knew.

For people like Wang Ma, Zhao Qiyu never cares about their eyes, so when she looks at Wang Ma's eyes with different meanings, her eyes are cold and she wants to open her mouth. Suddenly she remembers that she is not in Zhao's house and stops.

"I'm sorry, Wang ma. I don't know where she is. Otherwise, you can have a look."

"Yes, Miss Zhao."

Wang Ma smile, simple face with some honest smile.

She wanted to walk to bailinlin's room, but two steps a week, she stopped and whispered, "Miss Nicole."

Bailinlin came over from the corner and saw that Wang Ma was still wearing an apron on her waist, but she seemed to be going somewhere. Looking at the breakfast already set on the table, she probably guessed that Wang Ma was going to find herself.

As soon as her heart warms, someone in her eyes will notice her.

Bailinlin's face opened a soft smile, "Wang Ma, thank you so much."

"No hard work, no hard work, Mr. Leng began to offer me a high salary, I..."

Wang Ma said, suddenly realized that he seems to be off topic, but bailinlin actually ah also a smile listening, it seems that there is no point of impatience.

She quickly opened a stool for bailinlin, "Miss Nicole, please sit down, or it will be cold later."

Bai Linlin then put away her smile and looked at lengyang and Zhao Qiyu who were sitting very close. Shi Shiran sat down opposite lengyang, and then raised her hand to scoop porridge for herself.

Leng Yang's eyes flitted by a trace of discontent. He could smile so gently at Mama Wang, who had only known her for a few days. How could he be so indifferent when he saw her.

Before that, he consciously returned to serve his own soup, but now he has no vision. He coughed heavily, hoping that Bai Linlin could be more conscious and take up her responsibilities, but only attracted the confused eyes of Zhao Qiyu and Wang ma.

Zhao Qiyu looked at her anxiously, stretched out her hand to explore his forehead, "brother lengyang, what's the matter? Is it a sore throat or a fever? "

Although he reluctantly accepted Zhao Qiyu's approach for some reasons, he absolutely could not accept such close contact and skin contact.

So when Zhao Qiyu's hand is not close to him, Leng Yang has already put out his hand to stop her hand. When he touches it, he leaves, almost no one can see his disgust, "I'm ok."

Zhao Qiyu knowingly put down his hand, some lost smile, "that's good, as long as brother lengyang you're OK, I'll rest assured."

She took a look at Bai Linlin, and saw that she only took a spoon to scoop the porridge in the bowl. She didn't notice the intimate interaction between her and lengyang. She drew back her eyes and found lengyang frowning at Bai Linlin.

Are you dissatisfied with Bai Linlin?

But even if Leng Yang just looks at her because she doesn't like Bai Linlin, Zhao Qiyu looks at Leng Yang and looks at Bai Linlin attentively. She looks at the breakfast on the table.

Suddenly one hand picked up the spoon, the other hand to take the bowl of lengyang, this time lengyang a step late, did not have time to stop, can only watch Zhao Qiyu smile face virtuous to his bowl scoop porridge, "lengyang brother, I remember you like porridge, I give you Sheng good."

No one noticed that Bai Linlin's grip on the spoon was a little tight. She lowered her head and looked at the little white porridge in the bowl. Her mouth was inexplicably bitter.

What are they doing? They want love. Why should they make her unable to eat in public.