Chapter 1035

Su ran was a little surprised. How could he go to Rong Mingyuan's villa and know that he lives here now?

Qiao Yunshen is still warm, "Ranran, don't you invite me in?"

The mildewy smell in the room is light. Su ran thinks for a moment, "let's go outside and sit down."

Qiao cloud deep in Mou son's facial expression pale a light, immediately smile gentle: "good."

After so long, is Rong Mingyuan still so important in her heart? It's so important that they don't want anyone to step into their house.

Qiao Yunshen's mouth is full of bitterness, but he doesn't let Su ran see it.

"Yunshen, what can I do for you?"

"some people play truant. I have no choice but to find my family."

Qiao Yunshen's hands spread out and he was helpless.

"That's right."

Sue ran patted her brain. How could she forget to go to class today? It's all caused by the arrogant and domineering Miss Zheng.

"I forgot, but you, the substitute teacher, are too conscientious. Are you still in charge of whether the students escape from school?"

"Ha ha, what's my duty in this position, Ranran? In fact, I came to see you today..."

"Mrs. Rong, we have guests at home today"

Qiao Yunshen's words are not finished, and Rong Mingyuan's cool voice rings from behind them.

Su ran turned around. How did he come back? Does that Miss Zheng not even have this ability? Why didn't you take him to the cinema?

Besides, Mrs. Rong's three words are too harsh.

Su ran immediately frowned and said, "I'm not Mrs. Rong. I wasn't three years ago."

Rong Mingyuan selectively ignores Su Ran's words, but looks straight at Qiao Yunshen: "lawyer Qiao, what can I do for you to find your home?"

Qiao Yunshen's smile is still on his face, just covered with a layer of cold color.

"I'm looking for Ranran. Mr. Rong, you have no right to interfere in the private life of employees"

"well, I have no right to interfere in the private life of employees, but I still have the right to manage my wife's

He stood between Su ran and Qiao Yunshen without any trace and swore the ownership of Su ran.

Four eyes opposite, two pairs of eyes are showing sharp light, Qiao Yun deep smile meaningful: "Rong total now still have time to manage, I'm afraid it won't be long, even himself can't help it."

Qiao Yunshen passed him and said gently, "Ranran, are you free tonight? Grandpa wants to see you."

The reason why he came here, of course, is not because Su ran didn't go to class. After all, three years ago, she was the daughter-in-law of the Qiao family. Now she didn't die in the sea. When she comes back, she should go to see the old man.

Su ran sank a little and nodded.

Anyway, Joe's family is good to her. If the elders want to see her, they really can't find any excuse.

Just, haven't waited for her to open a mouth, Rong Mingyuan already first she one step refused Qiao Yunshen.

Su ran feels annoyed. She doesn't want others to worry about her own affairs.

She crossed Rong Mingyuan and said politely, "Mr. Rong, I have personal freedom."

"Let's go."

She put a smile on her lips and took Qiao Yunshen's arm. After all, three years ago, this gentle man gave her a grand marriage proposal. Once, when she was swaying, she gave her a period of peace of mind. She believed him unconditionally, just as she believed in herself.

The spray of the waves quickly receded with the receding water. Rong Mingyuan stood aside for a long time. He didn't want to leave her, but he didn't want to leave her in an irrational way. In his deep eyes like black wash stone, he gradually came up with an inexplicable complex look, like a wounded lion, but he stubbornly refused to let the world see. He wanted to cover up all the injuries and didn't want to leave her Allow anyone to see.

Although the Qiao family is in decline, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse, and can always maintain a delicate life. Su ran saw Qiao Zhenyuan again. He was still sitting in front of the chess game that had not been solved. His brow was locked and his eyes were deep. He seemed to be lost in some kind of meditation for a long time.

"Grandfather."

Qiao Yunshen gently calls him, and Qiao Zhenyuan comes back from the prosperous past.

Such Qiao Zhen is not as fierce as last time, just like a sword with a smooth blade, with only a little precipitation of years left.

He lifted his eyes lightly and looked at Su ran who was standing in front of him. He gently frowned: "it's good to be alive."

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a cheongsam is cut and fitted, and her elegant and noble features are reflected by her light make-up. Zhuang Qing is elegant and easy to see at any time, and even puts down the tea cup in her hand with a different temperament.

"It's really Ranran. It turns out that all of us are right."

Her voice was as warm as ever.

"Aunt Zhuang."

Su ran can't help but cry softly. No matter before or after amnesia, this elegant and calm woman is very kind to herself. She's just a little strange. Isn't Aunt Zhuang married to Lao Zhong? How could it be in Qiao's yard."I made some porridge and light dishes. Let's talk while eating."

Although Qiao's yard is not strange to her, and the people here are old acquaintances, Su ran still feels uncomfortable. Especially after seeing Tong LAN, she feels more embarrassed standing beside Qiao Yunshen.

She was helping to put the dishes and chopsticks. When she saw her, she just nodded and didn't speak.

Su ran left and right to see, this appearance, like the Qiao family dinner, that he would not be too untimely here.

Although, three years ago, she once had a nominal marriage with Yunshen and took away the title of Mrs. Qiao, the three words of Mrs. Qiao have been washed into endless desolation by time and nowhere to be found for a long time.

What's more, it suddenly occurred to her that there was no class at all today, and the class was next week. When she turned around, Qiao Yunshen's eyes were warm, and she took her naturally into the seat. What she wanted to ask was completely covered by this look.

Zhuang Qing sits next to Qiao Zhenyuan and serves him with tea and porridge. After all, he is old. No matter how majestic a general is, he will be old one day, just like a gorgeous flower, it will wither.

Su ran thinks wildly. She knows that she just doesn't want to face Tong LAN, who is sitting opposite her. This gentle and indifferent woman, like Zhuang Qing, is more stubborn and persistent than Zhuang Qing.

Qiao Yunshen put the cut chicken on the plate in front of her, and cut it into perfect shape.

He understood her preferences, care and care.

However, the more so, Su ran became more and more restless. She secretly glanced at him. Tong LAN didn't respond. She bowed her head to eat and drink soup, which was very natural.

Doesn't she like deep clouds?

Isn't she Yunshen's real girlfriend? How could

How can you turn a blind eye to such ambiguity.

Su ran was a little confused and a little stunned.

"Ranran, is the food good?"

Zhuang Qing scooped up a bowl of porridge and put it in front of Su ran, which relieved her momentary daze with a smile.

Su ran was conscious of losing her temper. "Aunt Zhuang's craftsmanship has always been very good."

Qiao cloud deep canthus eyebrows are open smile, that smile direct to the fundus of the eye, not to himself, reluctantly strong perfunctory. Tong LAN is biting chopsticks. His mother is right. Maybe he and he are more suitable to be friends.

Perhaps, this way, will let her stay in his side longer, he will be more comfortable.

Oh, there are red dates in the porridge, which is full of sweetness, but she feels the astringency on the tip of her tongue. Tong LAN lowers her head and feels sad. The man who takes care of Su Ran is, after all, the one she keeps in the tip of her heart. How can she get rid of it without pain

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there are four people on the table, except Zhuang Qing I add porridge and vegetables for everyone, there is almost no sound.

A meal is not boring.

Qiao Zhenyuan wiped his mouth. Although his body was still not very good, his eyes were still sharp: "Ranran."

Su ran looks up in surprise. He never thought Qiao Zhenyuan would call her like this.

By Chon's bed - if you're scared or, in other words, scared.

"Well"

Qiao Zhenyuan put down his chopsticks, but he didn't stop what he wanted to say because of Su Ran's surprise. As soon as his words came out, the table became more silent, as if he could hear the subtle sound of petals blooming.

He said: "Ranran, three years ago, you jumped into the sea, and everyone thought you were dead in the sea. Today, since you have come back and Yunshen has not married, you are still my Qiao's daughter-in-law, aren't you?"

Yes, three years ago, she was the wife of Yunshen. Later, because of the decline of Qiao's family, Yunshen's death, and Su Mo's death, she chose to commit suicide without hesitation. However, although three years later, she is still the wife of Qiao Yunshen. In Qiao Zhenyuan's eyes, they are still a couple.

Su Ran is speechless. She just feels speechless. At the beginning, she thought that she and Rong Mingyuan were divorced, and she also needed a hug and a support, so she agreed to Yunshen's proposal.

Although Yunshen's proposal was grand, she was once the envy of Mrs. Qiao, but she knew that she and Yunshen had never received a marriage certificate.

Although it's just a thin piece of paper, because of this paper, two unrelated people in the world are tied together. Without this paper, there are thousands of customs, and it still has no effect.

The funny thing is that she still has to stay by Rong Mingyuan's side for the paper she used to be.

"Grandfather, I..."

"We'll be together, Grandpa. Don't worry about it."

Qiao Yunshen grabbed her words and took the lead in answering. He didn't see it, but Su ran noticed that Tong Lan's body suddenly froze.

"Well, muting, Yunchen is still inside. The Qiao family is very small now. I feel sorry for the two unborn children who were born three years ago. Now that Ranran has come back, you should give birth to a great grandson for me."That pair of children, Qiao Zhenyuan more or less distressed, but when he was Qiao's own life, let alone take care of Su Ran's safety.

This pair of children is not the most serious wound on Su Ran's heart.

Her children, with her only a few months of fate, is their own, personally buried them.

Su Ran's fingers grasped tightly, and her fingernails were deeply trapped. She could not feel her palm.