Fast time travel: Veteran Green Tea is showing off his acting skills again

Chapter 350
The car hasn't been repaired yet.

Xia Ling and Yan Xingchen held hands and walked slowly along the road towards her house.

Yan Xingchen's palms were moist and he was constantly sweating.

Xia Ling knew that it was not the tension caused by holding hands.

"You sweat a lot." Xia Ling looked up at Yan Xingchen.

"Is there? Did it make your palms uncomfortable?" Yan Xingchen pulled out of his immersion, hurriedly found a tissue from his pocket, and wiped Xia Ling's hands.

"Okay." He threw the wet tissue into the trash can in front of him, turned around and returned to Xia Ling, covered his palms with his sleeves, used the cloth to block the sweat in his palms, and took Xia Ling's hand again.

The two continued to walk forward, Xia Ling looked around, looked at the milk tea shop queuing, and said with emotion, "There are a lot of people queuing at this milk tea shop."

Yan Xingchen immediately let go of Xia Ling's hand, "Wait here for me."

After saying that, he hurried into the queue, said something unknown to the people in line, and then stood at the front of the queue.

In two or three minutes, he grabbed a cup of the milk tea shop's signature drink and ran back to Xia Ling.

He inserted the straw into the cup and handed it to Xia Ling, "This is the best seller in their house, try it and see if you like it."

Xia Ling took the milk tea, glanced at the people in the long queue, with normal expressions, "Didn't they scold you for jumping the queue?"

"No." He rolled the straw wrapping paper in his hand into a ball. "I discussed with them. I paid for their milk tea. My girlfriend doesn't like to wait."

Xia Ling hugged Yan Xingchen's arm with a smile, leaned against him, and passed the milk tea to his mouth, "You take the first sip first."

"I don't like milk tea, drink it, be good." Yan Xingchen looked at the milk tea with resistance in his eyes.

"If you don't like it, you have to take a sip!" Xia Ling stubbornly poked Yan Xingchen's lips with a straw, "I read on the Internet that no matter what you eat, you should give the first bite to the person you love the most."

He looked at the coquettish Xia Ling, lowered his eyebrows, and his long and straight eyelashes covered most of his pupils, feeling happy in his heart.

He bent his neck and lowered his head, took a sip of the straw, and the sweet milk tea swayed in his mouth, as if in his heart.

"Thank you, Bao." He touched Xia Ling's head with his hand, and kissed her gently on the cheek, "Drink it, it's very sweet."

The two walked forward slowly, the sun was getting bigger and bigger, Xia Ling lowered his head and sucked on the straw, Yan Xingchen raised his hand to cover Xia Ling from the sun.

From time to time, the young and good-looking couple attract the envious eyes of the people around them.

If not sick.

Yan Xingchen is probably the kind of perfect boyfriend that everyone likes.

Every movement reflects his meticulousness and concern, and when he is good, he will treat his girlfriend like the whole world.

It's like his eyes are glued to his own body. He can accurately receive everything he wants to express with every eye movement without opening his mouth.

At the gate of the villa area, the two of them got bored for a while, Yan Xingchen seemed to have something urgent to solve, for the first time, he didn't accept Xia Ling's invitation, and left in a hurry.

Xia Ling looked at Yan Xingchen who was taking a taxi on the side of the road, smiled and waved to Yan Xingchen, while evaluating Yan Xingchen's trust in her.

People who are so sick to the extreme cannot be treated like ordinary people.

Morality and law are nothing to fear in their eyes.

On the contrary, the sincerity and agreement that ordinary people don't care about have become the most important binding standards in their eyes.

Yan Xingchen was surrounded by fog, and the only way to see what was in the fog was to be his light.

Upon returning home, Yan Xingchen hastily pushed open the door of his father's study.

In the study, the father was holding a drawing and a cigarette in his hand, looking at the drawing seriously.

When he looked up, he saw Yan Xingchen who was sweating and panting, staring at him without blinking.

"You, you're back so soon." As he spoke, he slowly opened the drawer, took out an injection from it, and stuffed it into his cuff.

Yan Xingchen walked to the table with dull eyes and put his hands on the table, "Why did you ruin my good deeds?"

Father Yan stood up nervously from the stool, half-bowed, and carefully stepped towards Yan Xingchen, as if standing in front of him was not his son, but a beast that had just escaped from the cage and could eat a head in one bite.

"Calm down, dad just doesn't want to see anyone get hurt anymore, and he doesn't want you to be hurt. You are a genius. As long as you work hard, you will make great achievements in music. Is it possible that your whole life will be ruined by feelings? Up? It’s time to stop, Xingchen.”

"Then why didn't you come out to save me when I was abused by my stepmother? I just want to be with the one I love! Why is it so difficult for me!"

Yan Xingchen grabbed the pillow on the stool, rushed straight to his father in a daze, pressed his father against the wall, and pressed the pillow on his father's face desperately.

"I know! It's you!" He stared, his eyes were about to split open, every strand of hair was trembling with the excitement of his body, "It was you who made them leave me, you who snatched them away from me It’s you! It’s you who keeps me from being happy! It’s all because of you!”

Father Yan was so overwhelmed that he struggled with his head left and right to find air. He clumsily took out the injection from his sleeve, pulled off the cover of the needle, and stabbed the hand holding the injection indiscriminately. The needle stuck into Yan Xingchen's forearm. Up, quickly push down the potion.

After a few minutes.

Yan Xingchen fell to the ground.

Father Yan finally took a breather.

His body slowly slid from the wall to the ground, looking at his unconscious son, panting heavily, exhausted.

"Honey, take a break and eat some fruit—"

The stepmother who came in from the door opened the door and saw her husband slumped on the ground, Yan Xingchen fell to the ground, the room was in a state of chaos, and there were bloodstains on the wall.

Her legs suddenly weakened, and the plate in her hand fell to the ground with a "snap", shattered into several pieces, and the fruit slices bounced everywhere.

"Husband!" She pounced on her husband, inspecting his body in a panic, and finally touched the wetness on the back of his head.

Seeing the blood on her fingers, her stepmother's eyes turned red instantly, and she knew without thinking that it was Yan Xingchen's fault again.

"Get up, let's go to the hospital." She helped her husband up, but he pulled his hand away.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"How can it be okay if you have a bleeding head? How long are we going to live like this! Is it possible that one day I will find your dead body when I enter the door?!" The stepmother's patience for a long time is finally here. It exploded in an instant.

"It doesn't matter if he hurts me, but you are his father! If it weren't for you, he would have died in his mother's hands long ago! Even if you are not afraid, what about our little treasure! Did he get sick one day? Hurt Xiaobao too!"

(End of this chapter)