Chapter 825 If You Like Someone, Stay with Them

"In the kitchen?" Zhou's mother immediately walked into the kitchen, "Hey, Zhiyuan, what are you doing? There is a cook at home, why are you cooking? You have been... frying poached eggs? Look at your hands There are so many blisters on the ground, come on!”

Mother Zhou shouted angrily.

Leng Zhiyuan sat on the sofa in the living room. Mother Zhou took a needle and picked up the blisters on her hands. While picking out the blisters, Mother Zhou scolded the servants, "My young mistress's hand is injured, you just stand like that?"

The servant broke out in sweat and explained hesitantly, "Madam, the young master... the young master won't let... us interfere..."

"Bastard!" Mr. Zhou blew his mustache and glared at Zhou Yao fiercely. He raised his crutch and hit him on the back, "Unfilial son, if you insist on making a good family such a mess, I won't beat you to death." !”

There was a heavy muffled sound, and Zhou Yao was hit with three sticks on his back.

Seeing that her son had indeed gone too far, Zhou's mother did not want to persuade him. Zhou's father was afraid that Mr. Zhou would be hurt by his anger, so he stretched out his hand to pull him away, "Dad, okay, it is indeed Zhou Yao's fault this time, so let him kneel down in the ancestral hall. "

"Then what are you waiting for? Do you want me to invite you? You go to the ancestral hall and reflect on your grandma!" Mr. Zhou roared.

Zhou Yao stood up, and when the three sticks fell on his back, he acted like a normal person, and it was not painful or itchy. He stretched out his long legs and walked to the side hall. When he passed the living room, he glanced at Leng Zhiyuan's hand. There were a dozen big red blisters on her white hands.

His heart tightened, as if a big hand was pinching his heart, and he felt a slight pain.

Looking at her delicate profile, she was softly comforting his mother, and her stunning facial features showed softness...

He felt that she deserved it, if she was willing to do this to him...

Even if she wasn't so gentle, she could still throw the poached eggs in his face and compete with him like before, but now her attitude made it clear that she didn't want to be chatty with him and regarded him as nothing.

She was being cold-blooded to him.

He hates cold violence the most.

"Humph!" He snorted coldly, stretched out his long legs and walked into the ancestral hall with great ease.

"This child!" Mother Zhou was so angry that she had nothing to say.

Leng Zhiyuan slowly raised her head and looked at his retreating back...

…

Zhou Yao sat cross-legged on the ground of the ancestral hall. He was bored anyway, so he began to meditate. It was not until night that the door of the ancestral hall was opened, and Zhou's mother came in carrying a rice basket.

Zhou's mother looked very bad, but how could she not feel pain for her son? She placed the rice basket on the ground. She squatted down to check the injury on Zhou Yao's back, "Don't move, let me take a look!"

"Mom, it doesn't hurt." Zhou Yao refused to let his mother touch her.

"You move again!" Zhou's mother angrily reached out and grabbed Zhou Yao's ears.

Zhou Yao was most afraid of others picking up his ears. Of course, only his mother could pick up his ears in this life. He immediately stopped moving and said, "Mom, let go."

Only then did Zhou's mother let go. She lifted up Zhou Yao's clothes. There were three red marks on his back. Zhou's mother opened the medicinal wine and helped him apply the medicine.

"Son, it's not what mom said to you. It's true that you did something wrong this time. You tried every means to get Zhiyuan back. Why are you still angry with her?"

"When did I get her back? It was you and grandpa..."

"Okay, stop making excuses. You are the flesh that fell off my body. I still don't know what your plans are. How old are you? You are 27. Why are you acting like a child when you are arguing with Zhiyuan today? ?”

Zhou Yao stopped talking. Now that he thought about it carefully, his behavior was really low. He might as well return to the army when he had time.

"Son, Mom knows that you like Zhiyuan, so Mom can rest assured. Mom knows that since something happened to Chief Han, you have closed your heart..."

"Mom!" Zhou Yao interrupted. This was a forbidden area in his heart and no one could mention it.

Mother Zhou sighed, and then said, "Son, Zhiyuan is a good girl. Don't look at her cold face, but her heart is very warm. As long as you treat her well, she will do better than any other girl in the world." You are so soft, don’t be awkward anymore, you are a man, what are you afraid of if you like someone, be brave enough to express your love and chase after him.”

Zhou Yao sounded disdainful. He didn't know how to chase girls. Usually when he saw those men sending flowers and chocolates and trying their best to chase her, he felt pretentious and idle.

Do you like it or not? It’s not just a word?

If you like it, stay together.

Does she like him?

It suddenly dawned on him. Tomorrow after grandma's sacrifice, he would ask her if she liked him. If she liked him, then let's be together. If not, forget it. A strong-willed melon is not sweet, and it would save him such fuss. .

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In the cemetery, Mr. Zhou and his father were chatting with the elders of the Zhou family. Zhou's mother and Leng Zhiyuan knelt at the tombstone to burn paper money.

Today, Leng Zhiyuan wore all black, her black hair was tied up, and she wore a small white flower in her ear. She threw pieces of paper money into the brazier.

At this time, my hands felt cold and it was raining.

"Quick, go get the umbrella." The servants ran away.

Leng Zhiyuan did not move, and then a pair of black leather boots appeared in the corner of her eye, and someone held an umbrella above her head.

She looked up from the leather boots, two long legs that couldn't be straighter, a green V-neck thin sweater, and a black cotton jacket. Zhou Yao stood beside her with an umbrella in his hand.

"It's raining." He lowered his eyes and looked at her, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He seemed a bit condescending. Leng Zhiyuan needed to look up at him. From her angle, she could see his perfect and sturdy body curves. His neck line was very three-dimensional. His Adam's apple was more prominent than that of ordinary men, showing a bit of sharpness.

She bumped into his smiling eyes, and he was looking at her gently.

Leng Zhiyuan was startled, then retracted her gaze and continued to burn paper.

The servant took the umbrella and continued to hold it. Zhou Yao knelt beside her. He took a few pieces of paper and threw them into the brazier in front of her, "Grandma, this is your granddaughter-in-law, are you satisfied?"

He teased.

Leng Zhiyuan didn't know what he was thinking. The man who was still a gunpowder barrel yesterday suddenly changed his temperament. At this time, her cold right hand was held by him, "Is your hand better?"

She wanted to pull her hand back.

At this time, "Zhou Yao," Mr. Zhou called from a distance, "Come here."

"Wait for me, I have something to tell you." He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I want to tell you what I didn't finish that night."

Zhou Yao got up and left.

After burning the paper money, Leng Zhiyuan and Zhou's mother stood in a corridor to avoid the rain. They were waiting for the man from the Zhou family.

Leng Zhiyuan looked at Zhou Yao, who was standing in the wind and rain talking to the elders. The topic was probably very boring. He showed a bit of indifference. Perhaps he noticed her gaze, and he also looked sideways.

Their eyes met, he curled the corners of his lips, and then raised his eyebrows at her.

Seeing the two interacting like this, Zhou's mother quickly covered her mouth and laughed.

Leng Zhiyuan quickly retracted her gaze and looked away, but she knew her heart began to beat wildly again.

It was like someone threw a stone on her calm lake.