Leng Xiao interrupted her unhappily: "Mom, Qiu Mo is still alive."
"What?" Nie Ronghua obviously couldn't accept this fact at once. He was shocked for a long time before he found his voice: "How could he not be dead? Haven't you seen the death certificate?"
"That's false." Leng Xiao didn't seem happy with her reaction.
"What about the child? Where is my grandson?" she asked impatiently.
A hint of darkness flashed across Leng Xiao's eyes, "The child is gone."
Nie Ronghua was sad for a while, and finally wiped away his tears, looked at Leng Xiao and asked: "Then what are you going to do now? Take her back?"
"She still refuses to come back."
"Son, it's not that my mother said bad things about her. That girl Qiu Mo is too quiet, doesn't like to talk, and has a weak body. She finally got pregnant with a child and had a miscarriage. I don't think there is any affection between you, so why not
Divorce the marriage, and when Qianqian comes back from abroad, you two will benefit from it and give me a grandson as soon as possible. Mom is going crazy thinking about a grandson."
Nie Ronghua watched Leng Xiao's reaction nervously and expectantly, but saw that his face seemed to darken and he was very unhappy.
"Mom, don't mention that Qianqian thing again. Qiu Mo is my wife, and I will definitely take her back."
Leng Xiao's tone allowed no refutation. He rarely spoke to Nie Ronghua in this tone. He had always been filial and respectful to Nie Ronghua, but Nie Ronghua's words today really stimulated him.
Qiu Mo faked his death and had a miscarriage. All of these were his fault. He hadn't made up for his mistakes yet, so how could he let her bear the blame?
When Nie Ronghua saw that he was in a bad mood, he was sensible and didn't want to say anything more.
She originally let Qiu Mo come in just to treat Leng Xiao. Later she became pregnant, and she was also happy to have a grandson. However, Qiu Mo's background always made her worried, and coupled with the child's miscarriage, she
This makes her even more certain that her body is not suitable for giving birth to a child, and even if she does give birth to a child, there is a high probability that there will be some congenital defect.
She only has two sons. Leng Ningyu may find it difficult to marry and have children because of his disability. Her only hope lies in Leng Xiao. Although Leng Xiao is not her biological child, she has always regarded him as a child.
I have never been treated like an outsider, even better than I was treated by Leng Ningyu.
Leng Xiao saw that Nie Ronghua's face was a little sad, and couldn't bear it. He walked over and sat next to her, and said calmly: "Mom, I don't mean to contradict you. Qiu Mo's body is weak now, but she will recover after a period of time.
It'll be fine."
Nie Ronghua didn't say anything. Since Leng Xiao's illness had recovered, she really didn't want Qiu Mo to enter their Leng family's door again. Murong Qianqian of the Murong family met her standards in every aspect. It was her early choice.
As for the daughter-in-law in the photo, she didn't argue with Leng Xiao. She knew that telling Leng Xiao now would only make him more irritated and determined to bring Qiu Mo back. She had to find a suitable time and method.
Let him give up this idea.
"Mom, let me take you back. Your illness is just right, so don't work around."
Leng Xiao helped Nie Ronghua up. She patted his hand and told him, "You must find your sister, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well."
"Don't worry, Mom."
Leng Xiao personally drove Nie Ronghua back to his old house, and then he drove directly to the community where Qiu Mo lived.
When he saw her light was still on downstairs and there was a faint silhouette on the curtains on the balcony, he could imagine her sitting on the small sofa with her chin in her hands and reading a book.
Her hair must have been freshly washed, and it still exudes the fragrance of mint. Her nightgown reaches to her knees, she is wearing cotton slippers, and a short section of her ankle exposed is as white as jade.
Just thinking about it made him eager to hold her in his arms.
But they had just had an argument today, and she must still be angry, and she would definitely not open the door for him.
Suddenly an idea came to my mind, and I thought of the "bitter flesh trick" that Wen Shang said.
If the weather forecast is accurate, it will rain tonight, and it seems to be quite heavy. He looked at the already gloomy sky and suddenly became excited.
Parking the car, he hurriedly ran upstairs.
When he knocked on her door, she didn't open it and seemed to hit the door with a pillow. He could only hear a thud.
Sure enough, he was still angry.
Leng Xiao ran downstairs again. He felt that he had never been so young, as if he had returned to his boyhood. He was looking forward to completing something for his beloved girl. That mood was exciting and impulsive.
Yes, without any regard.
It is undeniable that in front of her, he becomes completely different from himself.
"Qiu Mo..."
Suddenly, a clear cry came from downstairs.
Qiu Mo opened the balcony curtains in confusion and looked down.
I saw Leng Xiao standing on the flower bed under the big locust tree downstairs, looking up here.
He didn't know where he came from. He was dressed very casually, wearing a white T-shirt underneath, an off-white hoodie, jeans, and sneakers.
He looked exactly like the boy next door. There was no trace of the cold young man who usually looked down on all living beings and squinted at the world.
Seeing her standing in front of the window, Leng Xiao covered his mouth with both hands, raised his head and shouted: "Qiu Mo."
Qiu Mo didn't know what he wanted to do, but making such a noise would definitely arouse the resentment of the neighbors. She had never wanted to disturb others, so she became anxious at this time, opened the window and said, "What are you doing?"
"Qiu Mo, please forgive me and be my girlfriend." He raised his voice.
Qiu Mo's face suddenly turned red. God, what the hell was he doing? Did he know how many people would hear what he said?
Sure enough, the sound of windows opening was immediately heard from all around, and several heads stuck out curiously.
Leng Xiao looked at the sky and wondered whether the weather forecast was accurate and why it hadn't rained yet. According to Wen Shang, such lines must be shouted in the rain to get twice the result with half the effort.
"Come on, why are you so crazy?" Qiu Mo was anxious. She never expected that Leng Xiao would put down his airs and face and imitate those seventeen or eighteen year old boys to do such a thing.
She looked at the sky again, it was bad, it was so cloudy, she was afraid it was going to rain.
She turned around and went back to the house to find an umbrella, then threw it down from upstairs and said to him: "Go quickly, it's going to rain."
"I won't leave. If you don't promise me, I won't leave." He yelled stubbornly.
At this time, God finally did his best. A bolt of lightning struck and thunder rumbled in the distance. Leng Xiao was filled with surprise and hoped that it would rain soon.
Qiu Mo was extremely anxious. Why was he so stubborn? Didn't he see that it was going to rain? He would catch a cold if he got caught in the rain.
His rogue behavior at this time really made her angry and funny. At the same time, her heart felt as if it was being baked and warmed by the summer sun.
The rain was very flattering, and it fell down in a short time. Leng Xiao refused to pick up the umbrella on the ground, and let the rain soak it all over. His dark hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his clothes felt like they were soaked in water.
Filled with water, drip it down drop by drop.
Although he couldn't open his eyes anymore, he still raised his head vigorously and shouted towards her window: "Qiu Mo, be my girlfriend, I will take care of you for the rest of my life."