Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Miao Huaren raised his hand and grabbed her wrist: "I have a meal with me, what's the matter, have you wronged you?"

He took her to sit down.

She immediately took her hand away, frowning.

The nineteen-year-old girl was really slippery and tender. Miao Huaren glanced at her hand and rubbed her finger: "Ms. Joe didn't tell you, then let me tell you."

He called the waiter and handed over the ordered menu, his outstretched hand almost touched the back of the girl next to him, his gaze ran over her white neck intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "Blind date is what I mean. I thought you were pretty good last time I saw you."

Wen Baiyang moved the chair away.

Miao Huaren didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he smiled, and his gaze became a little hotter when he looked at her. He couldn't wait to win, and he was sure to win.

It's just a deaf and mute person, born to be chosen.

Miao Huaren picked up the water glass in front of him and drank gently: "If the talk is right, I will go to the Miao family to say that although my father is staid, but if I insist, I shouldn't mind your question too much. "

What he said was taken for granted, and he was also very clear.

It's her problem.

Can't speak or listen, she is disabled.

Therefore, he thinks she is climbing high, of course she only needs to be grateful.

Miao Huaren continued, his tone was the same, and he was bound to win: "I want you to be older. If you are together, I can take care of you more."

Wen Baiyang held the pen in his hand and squeezed it slightly.

Speaking of this, Miao Huaren asked, "Is it because you can't hear you?"

She didn't want to answer him a word.

"If you install a cochlear implant, can you speak up in the future?" Miao Huaren looked at the young and delicate girl in front of him, rather regretful. "Although I don't mind, if it can be cured--"

Wen Baiyang pushed the notebook over.

There was a sentence written on it: "I have a boyfriend."

Her resisting expression made him more interested, her eyes were light and contemptuous, she smiled and asked, "Is your boyfriend deaf and dumb like you?"

Wen Baiyang was annoyed, her lips tightened, and he was about to write on the paper. The door behind him was pushed open, and the wind came in and moved the ends of her hair.

She turned her head and saw him.

He walked over, looked at her first, and then looked at Xiang Miao Huaren, speaking very slowly so that she could read the lip shape clearly. He said: "Her boyfriend is healthy, can speak and listen, and is handsomer than you. Richer than you, younger than you," paused, adding, "I haven't lost his wife yet."

Miao Huaren's face was immediately ugly. Taking into account the identity of the other party, he resisted turning his face and relaxed his tone. He deliberately eased: "Why are you here, afraid that I will bully your sister?"

Sister.

Well, the love sister is also considered a sister.

Qiao Nanchu didn't get angry, and smiled and asked back: "I am her boyfriend, why did you say I came here?"

Now Miao Huaren couldn't smile even though she was smiling, her face was green and white: "Nan Chu, you can't talk nonsense, if it spreads out, it will damage your Qiao family's face."

Qiao Nanchu said lightly: "You pass one and try."

You dare?

This is what he meant.

Miao Huaren's hand holding the water glass turned blue.

Qiao Nanchu looked over him, looked at Wen Baiyang, took his hand out of his pocket, and beckoned to her: "Bai Yang, come here."

Wen Baiyang got up and walked to him.

He took her by the hand and brought the person to his side. He clearly declared his sovereignty: "Uncle Miao, your little thoughts should be harvested as soon as possible. I am not a good temper, so don't toss with me. I'm afraid you can't afford it at this age."

Miao Huaren: "..."

It's age when you open and close!

Ass! Scold him!

After the words were over, Qiao Nanchu led the people out, and when he got out of the Tingyu Tower, he let go and stopped under a light on the side of the road. The figures on the ground were slanting and overlapping.

"Has that old thing bullied you?"

As soon as he spoke, Wen Baiyang saw his anger.

He was angry.

She shook her head and said no in sign language.

Where could Qiao Nanchu feel relieved, with a cold face, he asked, "Have you met you?"

She hesitated and told him truthfully: "Grab my hand."

Qiao Nanchu twitched his eyebrows, and his anger became more serious: "Where?"

She raised her wrist.

In the past few years, she has been spoiled by him, her skin is fairer and more delicate, her wrists were touched, probably with a bit of effort, the watch hit the skin, and now there is still a less obvious red mark.

Qiao Nanchu pulled the watch away from her wrist, lowered his head and pecked lightly on the red seal.

Wen Baiyang was stunned.

He was too tall for her, so he bent down to look at her, the street lamp was blurred in his eyes, and the halo circled round and round, he asked her, "Do you remember what I told you last time?"

She was a little slow, nodding her head a few seconds later, letting him watch without hiding her eyes.

He asked again: "Know that I like you?"

His tone still seemed to be careless, but he could hear his words carefully, and his lips and teeth were closing slowly.

He is quite anxious, he is fast in doing things or talking, but every time he talks to her, he will slow down. When she reads her lips clearly, he is such a resolute person and patient with her. It is always exceptionally good.

Wen Baiyang nodded, answered his question, and felt careless, re-answered in sign language: "I know."

Qiao Nanchu licked his teeth, couldn't hold back, and asked, "What about you?"

She looked at a loss, thought for a long time, nodded, and shook her head again.

She has treated him as a benefactor for too long, and the emotional boundaries are blurred.

But she can confirm one thing: "I can do anything for you." Including giving her life.

It was he who rescued her from the cage in Damai Mountain, it was he who brought her to the imperial capital, it was he who sent her to study, and it was he who raised her from a teenager to an adult.

She belongs to him, she belongs to, everything is good, she has, as long as he wants, she is willing to give him, without hesitation.

"I am an adult and can teach."

He said this suddenly, and then leaned over, his lips falling on her forehead.

As an adult, you can teach her love.

She stood obediently, tilted her head slightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

He was smiling: "I didn't hide."

Yes, I didn't hide.

She didn't even think about hiding, as if it should be like this, everything is as it should be, everything is natural.

Qiao Nanchu raised his hand and patted her head: "At least, it's not annoying."

She blinked.

How can you hate it? She will not hate him for anything.

She wanted to say that, but she was so flustered that she didn't know how to put her hand.

He naturally took her by the hand and walked towards the parking place. Without looking at the road, he wanted to look at her and say, "Ms. Wen, can you talk about it?"

She asked: "Say what?"

"Say I like you and want you to be my little Joe's wife."

Mrs. Qiao is gentle and elegant.

She is Mrs. Xiao Qiao, the prefix is ​​his, his Mrs. Qiao.

Wen Baiyang blushed, nodded, said nothing, lowered his head and looked at the two shadows next to each other on the ground, his ears also quietly reddened.

No need to say anything.

There are not many truths in the world. A woman's blush is better than a long story.

Qiao Nanchu did not send her home, but returned to the villa area in the north of the city, where Qiao Shenxing and Wen Ya lived.

He parked the car at the door and unfastened her seat belt first: "I'll go to the car and wait for me to go in."

She nodded, got out of the car, and stood in the yard waiting.

"poplar?"

She couldn't hear and didn't respond.

Wen Ya just came out and saw someone standing in the yard, she went up and patted her shoulder: "Why are you standing, follow me in."

Wen Baiyang glanced at the direction of the garage and entered the house.

The house is elegantly decorated, and everything is exquisite. Wen Ya is a woman who knows how to live. She has been an official wife for a few years, and she has a lot of attention to her manners, words and deeds. Even at this point, at home, she is well dressed and expensive.

She took people to the living room, and then went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea: "Mr. Miao called me just now and said that he is very satisfied with you."

The voice is very gentle.

Qiao Shenxing likes Xiaojiabiyu's woman, and she never speaks loudly.

She said: "I have also discussed with your uncle to move your household registration to Qiao's family. If you marry to Miao's family in the future, your status will not be too low."

She speaks softly, like a mother.

However, even if Wen Baiyang couldn't hear her, she still felt harsh. She took out a pen and paper and wrote: "Why don't you ask me whether I am satisfied?"

Wen Ya can only use simple sign language. Except for the most basic conversations, most of the time, Wen Baiyang needs to write by hand to communicate with her.

After reading what she had written, Wen Ya glanced at the top of the stairs. There was no one else in the room, and her tone became colder: "Are you still not satisfied?"

Wen Ya really doesn't like this daughter. As long as she sees her, Wen Ya will think of the ignorance and absurdity of her youth.

When she gave birth to this daughter, she was less than 20 years old, which was the best age for a girl.

"Can't I be dissatisfied?" Wen Baiyang wrote again.

Wen Ya put down the tea cup: "White Poplar, you are different."

"Why am I different?"

Wen Baiyang rarely gets to the bottom in this way, she seldom even communicates with Wen Ya, and the few inquiries are because of Qiao Shenxing's presence.

Had it not been for Qiao Nanchu to bring her to the imperial capital, Wen Ya would probably not have remembered that she still had a daughter.

"You can't listen, you can't tell. It's lucky to be able to marry a normal person." The gentle tone seemed to exhort, "Not to mention Mr. Miao's conditions."

Lucky?

She used the word luck.

Wen Baiyang's hand with a pen suddenly lost his strength and couldn't write anymore.

Someone answered for her: "He is almost fifty and older than you. He has lost his wife and has a son. He doesn't want to make progress. He depends on his family when he is over a hundred and a half years old."

It's Qiao Nanchu.

Wen Ya immediately stood up from the sofa: "Nan Chu is here, there is—"

Qiao Nanchu interrupted. Unlike his usual indifference, his tone was a bit aggressive: "Go on, what's his condition?"

Wen Ya couldn't laugh anymore, and said embarrassingly: "He is healthy, not incomplete, and will not dislike Bai Yang. For Bai Yang, this is the best condition."

Incomplete, disliked.

No matter how gentle the tone is, these words can't deceive people.

Fortunately, with her back facing, Wen Baiyang couldn't read his lips, she could only see him.

Okay, just look at what he says,

He asked, "What does Ms. Wen think of me?"

clatter.

The pen in Wen Baiyang's hand fell to the ground.

Wen Ya was taken aback, thinking she had misheard: "What did you say?"

Qiao Nanchu walked over, stood next to Wen Baiyang, and put his hand on her shoulder: "You don't have to be near and far, I'm just right for her."

Wen Ya spilled the tea in her cup, incredible.

"Nan Chu."

It was Qiao Nanchu's father, Qiao Shenxing. Standing at the top of the stairs, he didn't know how much he heard. He glanced at Wen Baiyang: "Come with me." His name was Qiao Nanchu.

It is estimated that I heard it all, or it is solved at once.

"Go to my room and wait for me."

Wen Baiyang nodded.

Qiao Nanchu went to the study.

His room was on the second floor. As soon as Wen Baiyang stepped forward, Wen Ya stopped her: "What's the matter with Nan Chu?"

She did not answer.

Wen Ya lost her temper, and forgot to maintain her image of a gentle and kind mother. She lost her graceful expression on weekdays, and her tone became sharp: "Are you with him?" She was a little out of control, very excited, and asked a few questions. "How can you be together? He is your brother. How can I meet people when you are with him? I was not treated by the elders at Qiao’s family. If you still have trouble with Nan Chu, Qiao’s family What do you think of me?"

Wen Baiyang drew his hand: "Aren't you with your brother? You gave birth to me."

Wen Ya understood this sign language.

She raised her hand: "You—"

The hands were shaking, and the slap did not fall after all.

This is her scar. Very few people know about it. After she married to Qiao's house, no one mentioned it again.

Wen Baiyang's biological father is Wen Ya's cousin, blood relationship is less than four generations, Wen Ya was still young, desperate for love, tasted the forbidden fruit, bad relationship, but got the result of being abandoned.

She was in poor health and the uterine wall was thin, and she could not give birth to a girl. This was her shame, and it was her past that she wished to wipe it all clean.

Wen Ya put down her hand and clenched tightly: "He is the fourth son of the Qiao family, the father's favorite grandson, even if he wants you, the father will not let you in, let alone your Uncle Joe."

Wen Baiyang did not reply.

Wen Ya paused for a long time, looked at her and said, "Bao Yang, you can't afford him."

Wen Baiyang's eyes were red, and the gestures in his hands were quick and flustered: "Others can say that I am unworthy, and others can dislike my disability. You can't, you are not qualified."

Her sign language was too fast, Wen Ya could only understand the last sentence.

study.

Qiao Shenxing sat and was in the video conference. He was still wearing formal clothes. He tore off his tie, threw it on the table, and asked, "When did it happen?"

Qiao Shen was less than fifty, mature and handsome.

Qiao Nanchu's appearance is like him, and there is a romantic look in his eyebrows, whoever looks at it will feel like an incomprehensible son.

Qiao Shenxing and Qiao Nanchu’s mother are politically married and have no feelings. Qiao Shenxing looked sentimental, but in fact ruthless. The father and son were not very close. After Qiao Shenxing married Wen Ya, the relationship became more rigid. I don’t see it several times a year.

Qiao Nanchu pulled a chair and sat down by himself: "This is my business."

Qiao Shenxing took off the glasses, a bit less bookish, and a bit more elegant and calm as a mature man: "Who you fall in love with is your business, but who you marry is the Qiao family's business." He Asked, "Are you going to marry her?"

More than just looks.

Qiao Nanchu's temperament is actually a bit like his father, just as casual and arbitrary.

He answered: "Yes."

"That's Qiao's business, I have to take care of it." Qiao Shenxing changed his posture, took off the cufflinks from his shirt, and threw it aside. He said, "I disagree."

Qiao Nanchu didn't feel relieved, his tone was calm and calm: "You don't agree with me, and she agrees."

Do not take control.

His son, he hasn't been in charge since he was a child.

Qiao Shenxing was too lazy to talk to him at length, and stated directly and concisely: "Your grandfather and I don't nod, she can't enter the door of Qiao's house."

Qiao Nanchu calmly replied: "If you and Grandpa don't mind, I can go to join the family."

"..."

Qiao Shenxing threw a book over: "Asshole thing!" He just **** this son!

Qiao Nanchu took the book steadily, put it back on the table, and replied without changing his face: "I learned it from you."

I scold him as a bastard.

When Qiao Shenxing married Wen Ya, the old man disagreed. He didn't even talk about it, so he chopped it off and played it later. Because of this, Mr. Qiao didn't wait to see this son until now.

It's not how Qiao Shenxing likes gentleness, but the less others let him marry, the more he has to follow his temper.

The old man's original words were: Be careful. This old **** is good at everything. It depends on women, whether at home or outside. It's like a play, and he only chooses the kind that is obedient and easy to handle. The taste is simply crazy.

Yes, Joe's private life can be described in four words-a mess.

"Are you taking revenge on me? Because I married Wen Ya."

Qiao Nanchu laughed: "Qiao Shi, you think too much of yourself."