Chapter 110

The scissors were put back to their original position with a click, and the small wood branches and leaves that had been cut before were thrown into the garbage can. Seems to be waiting for Liang Jia's answer, Liang Ruian took a rag to wipe his hands, eyes with a cool thin.

There was a faint smell of gunpowder in the quiet air. The man's low voice broke the silence, with a trace of Hegemony: "I won't let her go."

Liang Ruian wiped his hands, and his voice was light: "Xing Chen, you can't spoil Liang Jia like this." She came over to Zhou Xingchen, and her eyes seemed to pass over Liang Jia: "this is the necessary process of being Mrs. Zhou. Haven't I taught you well?"

The shadow of those years suddenly swept over Liang Jia's heart. Her eyes were slightly absent-minded. She seemed to go back to the night many years ago when she stayed at the Zhou family and couldn't sleep well. In order to learn how to cook delicious food, she kept practicing again and again. She cut her fingers and had to take medicine on her own. Bit the lip, or kept silent, not a word.

Zhou Xingchen holds Liang Jia's shoulder a little hard. He stares at Liang Ruian with a dignified face and does not give in at all: "Mrs. Zhou's name is just my wife. Since she is my wife, of course I need to take good care of her. As for cooking, my wife is my mother. Since I don't want to trouble my mother, I have to hurt Miss Xia. "

Liang Ruian narrowed his eyes and looked at Liang Jia with sharp eyes. Although Liang Jia had a shadow in her heart, she still held her hand tightly and looked straight back.

In the quiet confrontation of eyes, both sides are equal. Xia qin'er stares at the eyes of both sides. She can't help but feel nervous. Seeing that Zhou Xingchen supports Liang Jia like this, she feels a little unwilling. The innocent little eyes look at Liang Ruian again, hoping that Liang Ruian will suffer a little for Liang Jia.

Staring at Liang Jia's expressionless face, his eyes crossed his son's resolute attitude. Liang Ruian even gave a faint smile, but there was no warmth in his smile. Her eyes lightly Piao to the side of Xia qin'er, see her show some innocent wronged expression, immediately some distressed touch her little hand: "qin'er is a guest, how can you ask the guest to go?"

Zhou Xingchen's mouth crossed with a smile, but his smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes. He seemed a little careless: "I thought my mother was in love with her now, mother and daughter? If I don't want to cook a meal for my mother, then don't go into my Zhou's house again! There is no shortage of such guests in my Zhou family. "

The last sentence is obviously a strong warning.

Xia qin'er's face became a little black, and her lips began to turn pale. Her eyes looked at Zhou Xingchen in a complicated way, as if she was looking at another person through Zhou Xingchen. The instant hatred was buried. For a long time, she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it. Only a weak voice: "OK."

Then he went to the kitchen.

Liang Ruian takes a look at Zhou Xingchen, and then looks at Xia qiner's back who is leaving. He just lightly crosses Liang Jia's body, but he doesn't say a word.

Maybe, what she wants is a daughter-in-law who can cook, is obedient and obedient, and is like a puppet doll. So, in the end, she chose to adopt her and become a child bride. Every move was taught by her.

Liang Jia can't help but bring up a smile, but there is some irony and coolness in her smile.

Zhou Xingchen saw that her mood was a little unstable. She relaxed her hand on her shoulder and looked at Liang Ruian, who picked up the scissors to trim the branches and leaves. Her eyes flashed. With a soft voice near Liang Jia's earlobe, she said, "Jia'er, you go out first. I'll tell you what clues you find later."

Her mind is unstable, and it's easy to conflict with her mother. What's more, she can't find any clue about the bracelet. Simply

He raised his eyes and looked at his mother's face. He might be able to say anything.

Liang Jia did not speak, just nodded slightly, thinking that it would be better to give the matter to Zhou Xingchen.

Looking at Liang Jia's back walking away, Zhou Xingchen's pace is a little slow. He slowly approaches Liang Ruian. He is trying to say something, but Liang Ruian who is pruning leaves takes the lead: "it seems that he is looking for me for something."

The middle-aged woman's hands did not stop. She just cut the branches and leaves quietly. After a while, with a click, some small branches and leaves fell down with the scissors and fell into the soil of the flowerpot., Her eyes half closed, and she didn't look at Zhou Xingchen, only heard her faint voice: "say it, what's the matter?"

She turned to look at Zhou Xingchen again: "you haven't been home for a long time. I thought you had forgotten your mother for a long time."

There was a touch of resentment in the words.

Zhou Xingchen's eyes flashed, took over the conversation, and said with a lazy smile, "I just went home because I miss my mother. I don't see anyone my mother usually keeps in touch with in order to relieve her boredom. ""Yes, I have a good friend, but I have passed away." Liang Ruian's eyes are light, and he can't see any emotion.

Seeing that Liang Ruian still didn't respond, he took out a bracelet from his pocket and said carelessly, "I don't know if mom likes this. If she likes it, I'll make one for you."

Liang Ruian glanced casually at the bracelet on Zhou Xingchen's hand. Her eyes seemed to condense at once. Her eyes were complicated and suddenly silent. For a long time, her lips moved and her voice was a little low: "are you here to ask me about her?"

She?

Zhou Xingchen narrowed his eyes and did not answer, waiting for Liang Ruian to continue.

It's a pity that Zhou Xingchen can't hear Liang Ruian's answer. A phone call interrupts the dull atmosphere of the two people. Liang Ruian lowers his eyes, some silently picks up his mobile phone and swipes the answer button. Some of the women's funny voices come from the other side of the screen: "Mrs. Zhou, come to play cards, three short of one, you are missing!"

Zhou Xingchen listened to the voice from the other end of the phone, frowned tightly and looked at the mobile phone discontentedly.

It seems that the clue will be broken again.

Sure enough, Liang Ruian showed a decent smile. Although the woman on the other end of the phone couldn't see her smiling face, her waist was still very straight, and she didn't relax at all. She answered each other a few words in a low voice, then with a smile on her face, as if she ended the phone happily.

It's just that as soon as the phone hangs up, the smile on Liang Ruian's face will ripple away. She took a look at Zhou Xingchen, put away her mobile phone in silence and said, "since you heard me, I won't explain more."

He gently pressed the watering can toward the potted plant in his hand. His tone was a little low. His eyes were fixed on the trees in front of him. It seemed that he carelessly said to Zhou Xingchen behind him: "I'll tell you about this later. I'm going out now, and I don't have to wait for dinner. "

Zhou Xingchen's eyes contracted slightly and became more and more deep.