Saving The Villain Boy

"Say it's too late, then it's fast, I rushed forward with a stride, and directly raised my fist and hit the man in the face..."

Zheng Zeyu took a jelly smoothly, his tongue tied with the soft flesh, making the last few words he uttered almost indistinguishable.

Yan Qiwei blinked and listened with interest to him running the train.

It has been half a year since she and Liang Xiao confirmed their relationship. It is now in the deep winter, and Ms. Xie Yuan, who is bluffing, rushed from the south early to lead her family to Liang's family to pay a New Year's greetings, but she did not expect to meet Zheng Zeyu and Guo Mengmeng who were also visiting.

Zheng Zeyu is a self-familiar character. He especially likes to be crowded with people. Once he speaks, he can't stop talking. At the urging of several elders, he half-pushed and half talked about his love history with Guo Mengmeng.

Liang Bozhong sighed, "Brother, what's the point? You've been talking for so long, but the heroine hasn't appeared yet."

"Immediately, don't be impatient." He slowed down and coughed slightly. "The man cried and ran away. I had a fever in my head because I drank alcohol before, so I hugged Mengmeng without even thinking about it. She told me, let's be together."

There was a sigh of contempt all around.

Yan Ziluo was stunned for a moment: "So, you are actually the one being confessed?"

Liang Bozhong frowned into a small lock shape: "Brother, listening to your proud and proud tone, I thought you would be more active."

"What can't be proud of?" Zheng Zeyu took it for granted, "I have a good daughter-in-law. This is the most joyful thing."

Guo Mengmeng was a little shy by these words, quietly holding his hand on the sofa, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

That is really a long-lasting memory.

The days when Weiwei passed away and Liang Xiao was hospitalized were extremely difficult. One day, Zheng Zeyu, who was depressed, asked her out for a drink. The former was so drunk after a few drinks, Guo Mengmeng went to the front desk alone to check out. He didn't expect to meet the boy who had a girlfriend in junior high school in the corridor, but had been chasing her and beating her.

He is undoubtedly the culprit that caused Guo Mengmeng to suffer school violence. The two hadn’t seen each other for a long time, and she subconsciously felt disgust and chills, but the other smiled greasy and took a step closer: "We meet again. Who are you here with? Do you want me to take you home?"

At that time, she was almost drowsy, her consciousness was floating and unable to concentrate, and her body was so vain that she could only barely lean against the wall.

Seeing the boy getting closer again, Guo Mengmeng clenched his fists secretly, and had a big deal with him.

Suddenly a figure walked over in a dim yellow light, and the tall shadow enveloped the boy in pitch black.

Like the devil from the abyss, she is also the **** who descended from the sky.

Zheng Zeyu's voice resounded very clearly in his ears, without the slightest sense of joy and amusement in the usual days, the rough voice mixed with alcohol was low and dumb, and full of murderousness: "She will come with me."

The boy paled immediately and took a step back in a hurry: "Zheng, Zheng Zeyu?"

Accompanied by the sound of these syllables at the same time, there was a muffled sound of fists hitting the flesh, and then hoarse wailing filled the entire corridor.

Zheng Zeyu furrowed his brows, full of hostility: "I've beaten you a long time ago to warn you not to provoke her again. Isn't it a long memory?"

Guo Mengmeng's heart jumped suddenly at that time.

It turns out that Zheng Zeyu has been silently by his side since a long time ago, blocking her many dirty and dirty turbulent undercurrents.

When she didn't know it.

The boy was beaten and his nose was bruised and swollen, and he ran away crying. And in her short stupefaction, a rush of heat mixed with strong alcohol scent approached her.

With a big fiery hand covering his back, Guo Mengmeng fell into Zheng Zeyu's arms.

She heard the violent heartbeat of the young man, and his unconscious muttering: "Don't be afraid, I am here."

At that time, Guo Mengmeng couldn't remember exactly what she was thinking about. He just remembered that she wrapped her hands around Zheng Zeyu's back and said to him sullenly, "Let's be together."

He habitually responded: "Yeah, good."

It took a while to realize what was going on. Her face flushed and she released her, looked at Guo Mengmeng's eyes and asked, "You, you, what did you say?"

The two of them were so confused and logically together.

Since then, Guo Mengmeng’s life seems to have finally alternated from night to dawn. He was among the best in the college entrance examination, married to a loved one after graduating from college, and has now made a name in the industry. Everything went incredibly well.

The only shortcoming is that the girl who led her to the day will never show up again.

Thinking of this, her heartbeat stagnated, and her expression was slightly reduced.

The slight change in expression was seen by Zheng Zeyu. He guessed his wife's thoughts and feelings, and held her hand back calmly.

Just like they used to do in their student days.

Chen Jiayi took a sip of tea and smiled: "It is really unexpected that Bo Zhong's favorite novel series is actually Weiwei's work. I read it again not long ago, and the plot is indeed very colorful."

Liang Bozhong was shocked: "Mom, you said before that I didn't do my job properly when I read novels!"

Yan Qiwei choked.

That set of novels is a freewheeling work that expresses her passion and passion. In general, how happy the plot is, and the audience is generally middle and high school students. In the past, she wore a vest because she didn't want people around her to know her secondary disease outbreak.

The image of the gentle literary and artistic young women is broken.

She touched her nose and smiled embarrassedly: "Mom, you're overwhelmed."

After speaking, I realized that there seemed to be something wrong.

Wait, just now.

Did she just... yelled "Mom"?

Liang Bozhong and Yan Ziluo said in unison: "Tsk tut."

Yan Qiwei has been living with Liang Wei's body for nearly two years, and has long been used to calling Chen Jiayi "mother", but now she hasn't paid attention and brought this habit.

The heart exploded violently, and the hot breath came to the tip of her nose from her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe. After a long pause, she hurriedly explained: "No, no, I'm sorry, Aunt Jiayi, I..."

Chen Jiayi smiled from ear to ear: "Oh, don't be shy, Weiwei, just get used to it slowly."

Liang Xiao glanced at Yan Qiwei, who was blushing and lowered her head, and smiled gently with her lips pressed.

He touched her head and peeled a candy to express his comfort. The latter bit down without thinking, and when the milk scent spread between his lips and teeth, the blush on his face became deeper and deeper.

He did this... Isn't it more ambiguous?

Out of a small revenge, Yan Qiwei quietly squeezed his lower back.

Liang Bozhong and Yan Ziluo: "Tsk tusk tusk."

After looking at each other at the same time, they all spoke together.

Liang Bozhong: "Sister, I newly bought a full set of characters in "The Secret of Ghosts", do you want to check it out?"

Yan Ziluo: "Sister, let's go out for a snowball fight. I haven't seen snow in a long time."

After speaking, he looked at each other again, and turned his gaze to Yan Qiwei. Blingbling's flashing eyes were full of two words: Choose me.

Yan Qiwei:...

Help.

How did the ancient emperor survive the three thousand beauties in the harem? She was dizzy just dealing with these two younger brothers.

Just as Yan Qiwei didn't know how to respond, Liang Xiao stood up next to her and stretched out her hand: "Want to stroll in the garden?"

She naturally took the palm of his hand without hesitation. When she turned and left, Liang Xiao glanced at the two with a faint look, and her sword eyebrows were slightly raised.

Zheng Gong came forward, and they became real brothers.

There is no competition for favor here, it is simply a unilateral crush.

Liang Bozhong has no face to love: "Do you want to fight the league?"

Yan Ziluo's distressed first symptom: "Fight."

"Let's go?"

"go."

In the desperate and silent winter, the whole world seemed to fall asleep.

The sky of the imperial capital is always floating with soft gray clouds like cotton wool, and the sun is hidden, only the faint golden light overflows from the depths of the clouds.

Yan Qiwei walked in the snow, remembering when Liang Xiao first came to Liang's house seven years ago.

At that time, the garden was also full of snow, and they strolled in tandem while the teenager gently brushed the snowflakes off her head. That was the first time she knew that there was no need to kiss or hug so much, a feather-like soft touch could make people excited.

"Actually, I don't like to hang relatives during the New Year. I stay in the house and don't want to go out every new year." She took a breath, her eyes lingering on the beating light spots under the pine branches and leaves, half joking, "I can visit willingly The privilege of Liang Xiao’s classmate’s home."

Liang Xiao's voice came from above: "Why don't you like New Year's greetings?"

"Because relatives always rush to ask a lot of questions, such as where to work, what is the salary, whether there is a boyfriend. My cousin is only twenty-five years old this year, and the aunt and aunt who urged the marriage are already ranked first. Da Chuan, it is estimated that when I reach that age, I will also be chanted."

Yan Qiwei sighed as she spoke, her eyes raised inadvertently, and she looked at him unsuspectingly.

Liang Xiao smiled and looked at her without blinking. Even if his eyes collided, he did not move away as shamely as before. It turned out that when Yan Qiwei casually looked at the garden scenery, he used this kind of suffocating eyes. Look at her intently.

The heartbeat missed a beat.

The two stopped at the same time.

The young man's low voice did not appear cold and indifferent due to the severe cold in winter, but brought a trace of mild heat that warmed into the bone marrow, and fell slowly with the snowflakes.

"No." He seemed to smile, and he seemed to be a little nervous, all emotions stopped on the stiff tongue, reached out to gather her ears and shredded hair, "Before that, you will marry me."

Very determined tone, no beak, right at the center of the mouth.

Again.

How could he always use such a calm tone to say something shy with a smile.

A trace of heat remained in the place where the fingertips were brushed by her ears, and Yan Qiwei mustered up the courage to look at him.

Then she stood on tiptoe, raised her hand to lower Liang Xiao's head, and bit his earlobe very quickly.

The tingling sensation caused by the touch of the tooth tip was instantly detonated by the warm breath, and then the red lips were pressed, fitting on the red earlobe.

The shell teeth are hard, the lips are soft, and the heat waves are rushing to the top of the head one after another, and the heart seems to have been bitten by a small insect.

Her voice is sweet and clear, but there is a bit of coquettishness in her conversation: "Liang Xiao, then you have to hurry up."

After the banquet, the guests dispersed, leaving only a family of four sitting in the living room.

Liang Qi stared at his son for a long time, looking like he wanted to talk; Chen Jiayi took a mouthful of melon seeds, with an undisguised smile at the corner of his mouth, but said nothing.

Instead, the child Liang Bozhong was stunned and asked: "Brother, why is your right ear lobe red? Did it rub against something?"

Alas, silly boy.

Seeing Liang Xiao froze for a moment, and then the red tide spread to her entire ear, Chen Jiayi shook her head in the bottom of her heart. After all, she didn't speak, and smiled and handed him a small mirror.

The young man in the mirror has cold eyebrows and well-defined contours. This is a solitary and gloomy look, but it is greatly softened by the faint crimson mist on the cheeks.

This ray of red is the strongest in the right ear, covering the entire earlobe very clearly.

It turned out to be a lipstick mark.

Liang Xiao did not wipe it off, but gently stroked his finger on the crimson, and subconsciously raised the corner of his mouth and gave a chuckle.

This smile was a little bit pampering, and there was a bit of connivance and helplessness, which was fleeting in an instant, but it was enough to make Liang Bozhong stunned.

The single child Liang Bozhong took a sip of the lemon juice in front of him, his eyes blank: "My brother is stupid?"

Chen Jiayi plugged his mouth with a bean paste cake, and his smile filled the light slowly.

"This is a good thing."

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