Ye Beibei did not go home after coming out of the restaurant. She walked aimlessly on the street. The spring breeze was blowing sharply. She shivered involuntarily when the wind blew, and the trees on the roadside made a whining sound, as if they were crying.
She looked up at the sky, and saw the vast blue sky. Every step she took felt like she was in cold water, with cold air rising from the soles of her feet. She was walking mechanically and firmly. With her head raised, she could walk in a hurry.
She concealed her inner trembling in the crowd, but could not hide the tears on her face. She let the wind dry the tears on her face, and then they fell down and dried again.
Ye Beibei called home and went directly to the hotel to work in the afternoon. No matter how unacceptable what happened in reality was, life still had to go on. Because she had delayed an afternoon and a morning in a row, she had to deal with it.
There was a backlog of work, and she immersed herself in her work without giving her brain any time to think about the things that bothered her.
After getting off work in the evening, as soon as he walked out of the company building, Ye Beibei was not surprised to see Liming Lang's car parked outside. When he saw her coming out, he got out of the car very attentively and opened the door for her.
"You must be tired!" Liming Lang drove and glanced sideways at Ye Beibei, who looked a little haggard. He said as if he was offering a gift: "I didn't go to work this afternoon. I stayed with my son at home. I'll make it for you tonight."
After a meal, it’s all your favorites!”
Ye Beibei twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled reluctantly.
When they returned home, Xiao Moting was doing homework, and Liming Lang shouted into the house: "Moting, son, mom is back, it's time to start dinner!"
Ye Beibei has long known Liming Lang's ability to be messy and unreasonable. What's more, now that he has evidence in hand and Xiao Moyan, a real son, as a shield, she can't help him even more. What does he want to do?
What, she couldn't stop it at all.
At the dinner table, Liming Lang was in a good mood. He kept serving dishes to Xiao Moting and Ye Beibei, chatting and laughing in high spirits, making him look like the male host of the family.
Ye Beibei ate a little absent-mindedly. Liming Lang said a few words to her before she came back to her senses. She felt a little guilty in her heart. She pretended not to care and looked at Liming Lang with a smile. Liming Lang's temper was particularly good today.
In the past, I would have yelled at her a long time ago, but today I had a good attitude and asked her softly: "Does the food still taste good to you?"
Ye Beibei gave a short reply like a comment: "Not bad."
“Is this stir-fried pork spicy enough?”
Ye Beibei replied casually: "Enough."
When Liming Lang saw that she didn't want to talk, he didn't force her. He just talked to Xiao Moting and teased Xiao Moyan.
After dinner, Xiao Moting pulled Ye Beibei to show her his test results. Liming Lang also sat over with little Moyan in his arms. They were chatting. With two children there, the atmosphere gradually became harmonious. Liming
Lang and Ye Beibei chatted all the time, as if they had a tacit understanding, and everyone deliberately avoided some sensitive topics.
When it was time for the two children to go to bed, Liming Lang helped Sister Wu give the two children a bath. The three of them were laughing and laughing in the bathroom. Ye Beibei sat on the sofa and watched TV, her eyes numb.
Liming Lang watched Xiao Moting go to bed, and Sister Wu also took Xiao Moyan to bed. He returned to the living room to find Ye Beibei, who had been sitting blankly watching the phone.
"Beibei, I want to tell you some good news!" Liming Lang sat next to Ye Beibei, and when he said this, the corners of his mouth rose significantly.
Ye Beibei somewhat understood what good news he was referring to. Regarding the child, she had been so entangled in the past. Now that the dust had finally settled, she was relieved, but in her heart, she felt like she had been stuffed into
Getting rid of a mess of grass is both cumbersome and annoying.
"I have already told my mother about the child. She is very happy. You know what she agreed to. Naturally, my father will not say anything. She said that we will take the child back to live in the next few days!" Li Minglang stepped aside to block it.
Ye Beibei looked at the TV and reached out to hold her shoulders.
After hearing what he said, Ye Beibei's body trembled, she raised her head and looked at him, and asked angrily: "Who told you to tell your family? When did I say that I would take my child back to your house to live?"
"Ye Beibei, I know I am wishful thinking, but I can't help it. I have to try, even if there is only a chance." Liming Lang's high-spirited voice suddenly turned into despair and sadness, which made Ye Beibei feel faint in his heart.
of sourness.
"I know you love Jiang Yuezhou more, but I can't convince myself now. After so many years, liking you has become a habit of mine, and I can't let go." Li Minglang smiled painfully and laughed at himself, "Bei
Bei, you know what kind of person I am. When I didn’t know the child was mine, I would still pester you. Now that it has been proven that the child is mine, do you think I will let you go?"
Love can be dispensed with, but life goes on. Ye Beibei knows that after Xiao Moyan's identification results come out, it will mean the beginning of her new life. It is futile for her to deliberately oppose Liming Lang like this now. Nothing can be changed.
Yes, she lowered her head to Liming Lang and murmured: "Can you give me some time? My child and I don't want to go back to your house just yet. I, I..."
"I know, you want to enter my house legitimately, right?" Liming Lang regained his smile and snapped his fingers in a relaxed manner, "I will start preparing for our wedding tomorrow."
"Wedding?" Ye Beibei shivered when she heard the word. Even though the room was heated, she still felt very cold.
"Yes, we have children, we can't even have a decent wedding!" Liming Lang seemed to suddenly become interested, and talked to Ye Beibei with bright eyes: "What kind of wedding do you like?
Chinese style or Western style, where do you want to order your wedding dress, Milan or France? Where do you want to go for your honeymoon..."
"Ling Minglang!" Ye Beibei rubbed her temples with her fingers as she had a headache, and almost begged, "Let me rest, okay?"
The next moment, her shoulders were clasped gently, and Ming Lang's hand came up and touched her forehead, with a warm touch, "Fool, I won't embarrass you. I haven't done anything for you for so many years.
After waiting, will I care about waiting for a few more days?"
Ye Beibei sent Li Minglang away, went into the bathroom, looked at herself in the mirror, her face was pale and ugly, she took the water with her hands and rubbed it twice.
After taking a shower, she walked into the bedroom and saw her cell phone flashing. She picked it up and saw two missed calls. When she found the name, it turned out to be Jiang Yuezhou. She was stunned when she looked at Jiang Yuezhou's name.
Just as he was hesitating whether to call him back, Jiang Yuezhou's call came in again.