Her Overbearing Man

Xiao Jiahe said that he didn't know whether he was concerned or just said so. He turned around and took Bai Linlin to go on. He didn't care what Cheng Junfeng thought.

Cheng Junfeng was originally hearing her words of concern, and his face was happy. Before he could think of how to respond affectionately, he saw his wife turn around and leave without mercy.

He couldn't help staring at the man who was held by his wife, but when he saw Bai Linlin's side face, his face was shining.

Then he looked at the silly son standing around his chest to see his father's play. He turned his mouth and squeezed his eyes towards Xiao Jiahe. The meaning was very clear.

At least since childhood, Cheng Yu, who was brought by his disrespectful father and did a lot of stupid things, understood all of a sudden.

He also remembers Qiu, who was nicknamed in front of so many people, so he doesn't even look at Cheng Junfeng.

But he persevered and changed a direction to make eyes.

After a look at his father who kept winking at him, it was out of filial piety.

There is also the sympathy for his father's daughter-in-law, who has been chasing for more than 30 years, but has not been able to fully catch up with him. He also reminds him of himself. Cheng Yu finally catches up with Xiao Jiahe.

"Mom, I don't think you've had a good rest these days. Your face is too bad. Otherwise, you'd better go back and have a good night's rest. Come back to take care of An'an and take dad back by the way, so that he won't find his way back."

Bailinlin said, also advised, "yes, aunt Xiao, I have advised you to go back and have a good rest, An'an now has me here, and..."

She looks at Leng Yang, who is not far away and has no expression. Leng Yang basically lives in the hospital in M country.

As a person who has been brought up with rich clothes and good food since childhood, it is not bad to live in such a simple environment. Bai Linlin's heart is still a little touched. It's not about moving or not, it's just admiration and gratitude.

"Elder sister Xie and I will take good care of An'an. You'd better go back and have a good rest."

Although no one introduced her, Bai Linlin had already guessed who was the man who was afraid of hands and feet facing Xiao Jiahe just now.

Besides that and Cheng Yu can be said to be the same temperament, how can let her see nothing.

Although I don't know what the reason is, the relationship between Xiao Jiahe and Cheng Yu's father is so rigid.

But since Cheng Yu has shown that he wants to open up the relationship between his parents, Bai Linlin has to help anyway.

Advised by two people, Xiao Jiahe can't see anything on his face, but he still has a deep look at Cheng Yu, and then pats Bai Linlin's hand, which is regarded as encouragement.

After that, he turned to Cheng Junfeng.

Cheng Junfeng, however, has long forgotten what he overheard his silly son say just now: "take him back by the way," and smeared her image in front of his wife, saying that he would get lost.

Seeing his wife coming over, he gave himself a light look, and then left without saying a word, but the meaning was clear.

Cheng Junfeng waves his hand to Cheng Yu, and he is really my good son.

When I come back, I'll talk to that silly son who can't even fall in love. Communication is just an ordinary woman who hasn't finished it for such a long time. It's stupid to let her ex have a chance to get back together.

If you let Cheng Yu know his father's idea, maybe he will immediately regret that he was soft hearted, so let his father up, and he will not hesitate, righteous words refused his father's so-called advice.

Because he doesn't need the advice of a man who has failed for more than 30 years to pursue the same woman.

Thank you for not being sensitive.

It's said that who sent who back. In fact, there are drivers in the car.

So the last two people just sat in the rear driver's seat, each doing a place, silent.

Even if Cheng Junfeng wanted to say something to liven up the atmosphere, the people around him didn't want to support him. At last, he could only stop quietly, looking at the fast-moving scenery outside the car window.

Different from some quiet nights in Wucheng, country m is an extremely noisy country no matter day or night, as if it never knows how to cheer and play wearily.

The car passed a long bridge. Looking out of the window, the shadow of the moon was imprinted on the river, just like a shy little girl, with a faint light.

The street lights on the bridge, like small stars, light up the road ahead for people. This may be one of the few quiet and peaceful scenery in this country.

Cheng Junfeng suddenly remembered a sentence he had never seen before: the night scene is poetic, bold and romantic.

The night scene is as beautiful as literature.

The night scene is picturesque. In the light makeup, stars, moon and lights present a brilliant picture.

Now this scene, is not such a true portrayal?

The night scene of M country is prosperous and lively, beautiful and charming. When night falls, it becomes a sea of lights and a world of light. The lights on both sides of the road stretch out into the distance like two long fire dragons. The buildings decorated with neon lights look at the patterns and words surrounded by neon lights.

Those words and patterns are particularly clear and eye-catching. The design is even more lifelike and lifelike.

There are all kinds of neon lights, colorful, dazzling flashing, warmly welcome the passing pedestrians, a string of bright lights on the road, like a flashing River, running incessantly

If you look at it from a high and far place, maybe from a distance, these lights may twinkle like stars in the sky. Along the riverside bridge, a road like a ribbon twists and turns, glittering and dazzling.

Cheng Junfeng looked at it, slowly, and suddenly found that the car he was sitting in had become one of the subtle scenery.

No, he remembers that this is not the way home!

He didn't come back in five or six years, and even his family moved.

He secretly looked at Xiao Jiahe, who was leaning on the armchair with his eyes closed. He did not dare to do anything without permission for a moment, but secretly looked at Xiao Jiahe, thinking when he could ask clearly.

Maybe his eyes were too bright. Xiao Jiahe opened his eyes uncomfortably. He saw that people who had quarreled five years ago and had not been back here for five years were looking at her.