A cell phone rang, breaking the silence in the room.
Ye Huanyu closed her eyes and stayed awake all night.
Feeling the slightly cool body next to her, the arm hugging her suddenly pulled away.
After a while, Qi Yemo's deep and magnetic voice was heard in his ears——
"...Well, I understand, Aunt Ling. I'll be back in a minute."
She noticed the sound of him hanging up the phone, but she didn't dare to open her eyes and continued to fall asleep.
Then, there was a rustling sound of clothes being put on.
Then, there was his slightly staggering steps.
Then, click.
The door is closed.
Leaving a room of loneliness behind.
It wasn't until he couldn't hear his voice anymore for a long time that Ye Huanyu opened his eyes.
In the empty bedroom, apart from the luxurious decoration, there is a deserted loneliness.
He still walked so cleanly.
It seems like those gentle whispers that filled my ears last night were just like a dream after all.
She felt sad...
*
The Qi family mansion.
"Ye Mo, it'll be nice if you come back." When Song Ruling saw Qi Yemo coming in in a wheelchair, she hurriedly walked over and pushed the wheelchair and said, "Why didn't you go home first when you were suddenly discharged from the hospital yesterday? You kid,
It makes your dad and I really worried."
Qi Yemo pursed his lips slightly, "I'm fine. Where is he?"
"He's much better now, and his blood pressure is under control. We'll go in soon, but don't irritate him again, okay?" Song Ruling frowned, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.
Qi Yemo nodded and entered the study.
The antique study room smelled of ink and water.
Qi Zhengtian was leaning on the shore table with a brush in hand, writing vigorous and powerful calligraphy, flowing freely and freely.
With his gloomy old eyes, he didn't even raise his eyelids, and just snorted from his mouth——
"Are you willing to come back? Didn't you die in Wenrou Township?"
Qi Yemo pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows slightly, "You are still reluctant to die, for fear that no one will die for you."
When these two men met, their auras were at odds with each other.
A gleam of fire flashed in Qi Zhengtian's pupils. He raised his head suddenly and glared at his son who was in a wheelchair with a cast on his leg. He pursed his lips and said, "Don't worry, I have many sons and grandsons, and none of you will be missing."
Qi Yemo's cold lips curled up slightly, "In that case, there is no need to spend so much thought on me."
He alluded to Pei Del's matter.
Qi Zhengtian frowned and looked at him. No matter how dissatisfied he was with his son, he still loved him in his heart.
After blowing on his beard, the old man put down his brush and stared at Qi Yemo with a pair of old eyes like an eagle, "Boy, Wenrou Township has always been a grave for heroes. I hope you can learn a lesson from this car accident."
Qi Yemo disagreed, and a cold light flashed through his gloomy eyes, "The lesson is that I should not have promised you five years ago, so I allowed you to push your limits again and again!"
He pointed out that he gave birth to a child through surrogacy five years ago.
Qi Zhengtian snorted coldly, "Really, but if you want the Qi family group, you must have children! This is the rule set by the ancestors of the Qi family."
"Shouldn't I deserve it?" Qi Yemo's cold eyes narrowed, "I deserve this Qi family! If I insist on it, even if I don't have children, I will definitely find a way to get it."
"But you don't want to break the rules of your ancestors." Qi Zhengtian's eyes tightened, "I know that you were still blaming me for your mother's affairs back then. But so many years have passed, and I have given you the Qi family. Now it's just