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82_82952 Four people sat and chatted for more than an hour. Wen Xiaohui watched his mother go from being aggressive when Luo Yi was not in the door to gradually chatting about family matters. Although her expression was still a little stiff and awkward, she couldn't say a single extreme sentence from beginning to end.

He knew that his mother was ready to give Luo Yi a warning, and he might even take the kitchen knife instead of him. His mother chased and beat the teacher who bullied him for half the playground. When she was protecting the calf, she was not afraid of the sky or the earth, but Luo Yi was as soft as a ball of cotton, smiling from beginning to end. Not to mention his mother, even he and Luo Rui would be frightened by Luo Yi in a trance.

In the end, his mother actually kept Luo Yi for supper.

Luo Yi was very attentive to cook, and added with a smile: "Brother Xiaohui doesn't know how to cook, I cook at home. I'm quick. You can watch TV and wait a while."

Luo Yi went to the kitchen to cook, leaving the three of them looking at each other.

Feng Yuehua coughed lightly: "Well... this child is not quite the same as what I think."

Wen Xiaohui was a little depressed: "What do you think?"

Feng Yuehua frowned and didn't know how to describe it for a while.

In fact, if she didn't say it, Wen Xiaohui could guess that a "monster" who wanted to burn his biological father at the age of eight will imagine him as gloomy, weird, cold-blooded, cruel, and abnormal. In fact, Luo Yi is exactly in line with these adjectives, but when he wants to disguise, no one can see it. And he can't tell his mother Luo Yi's true face.

Feng Yuehua thought for a while and asked again: "He looks very nice to you. Why did you quarrel before?"

Wen Xiaohui said dryly: "There are some misunderstandings, and emotional matters are hard to say."

Feng Yuehua sighed: "I really didn't expect that, how could this happen? Yaya's son, is this fate? How could this happen..."

Yes, isn’t it fate? There are a few people in the world who can get into such a relationship.

"Do you really like him?" Feng Yuehua asked Wen Xiaohui seriously.

Wen Xiaohui gently bit his lips. He was unwilling to answer this question, but nodded mechanically.

"It's really not suitable for you to be with him. He is your sister's son. Although he is not related by blood, it sounds bad after all. Moreover, he is five years younger than you and has such a father..." Feng Yuehua sighed again, "Why do you like him? What's the point of telling me to say you."

Wen Xiaohui's head was almost hanging to his chest. He was now full of irony, especially irony. He wanted to leave Luo Yi at all times, but he wanted to pretend to be happy and happy in front of everyone. Luo Yi was even scared of his mother now. He felt that Luo Yi isolated his entire world. In the end, he had no choice but to rely on Luo Yi. He still couldn't explain how he walked into the trap set by Luo Yi step by step and could never look back. He pinched the flesh on his palm and smiled reluctantly: "Mom, I'm pretty good now, you... don't worry about me anymore, give birth to a mixed-race brother or sister for me as soon as possible."

"It's nonsense. I'm at my age, I have children, and I have you, why are you?" Feng Yuehua said, smiling faintly and said helplessly: "Luo Yi is very polite, but it doesn't mean I agree that you are together. If you have a fight, you will run to another place. If you have any discord, will you never go home again? I want to observe him more. If there is something wrong with him, you must break it up with him immediately."

Wen Xiaohui nodded and smiled bitterly in his heart.

After a while, Luo Yi prepared a table of food and took out the long-closed tableware of his house. It was beautiful and exquisite, and then he invited them to have a meal.

No one at Wen Xiaohui's house knows how to cook, and his father doesn't go to the kitchen at all. His mother's cooking skills are enough, and he is even more lazy. In this family, there has never been such a sumptuous and exquisite dinner. Looking at the table with all the colors, fragrance and flavor, not only makes people feel that life is better.

Feng Yuehua couldn't help but praise: "It's quite fragrant."

Luo Yi showed a beautiful smile: "Auntie, try it." He took the initiative to open the chair for Feng Yuehua, which was completely the kind of attentiveness of the son-in-law to his mother-in-law.

During the meal, the atmosphere was even more peaceful. Feng Yuehua asked about Luo Yi a lot, and Luo Yi answered without any hesitation. Throughout the afternoon, he showed a sunny, gentle, smart, cheerful, diligent and entrepreneurial young man, and he was so beautiful. If Feng Yuehua had not had preconceived views on him, he would definitely not have liked such a young man.

Who wouldn't like such a perfect person? If he is true.

After dinner, Luo Yi wanted to clean up the dishes, but was stopped by Feng Yuehua. When Luo Yi brought the fruit salad after the meal to her, she felt embarrassed and insisted that Luo Yi go to the living room to watch TV and clean up by herself. In the end, Wen Xiaohui snatched it away.

When Wen Xiaohui was washing dishes in the kitchen, he kept listening to Luo Yi's hearty laughter coming from the living room. After a while, Luo Rui probably couldn't sit still and ran to the kitchen to help. With the cover of the sound of water, he murmured in a low voice: "He can really pretend."

Wen Xiaohui smiled bitterly: "Yes."

“…It’s so terrible for such a person.”

It is really terrible to have a thousand faces. How could Luo Yi disguised himself for three years and just one afternoon? Sometimes he doubted that Luo Yi would not be schizophrenia like this?

After Wen Xiaohui cleaned up the kitchen, Luo Yi also said goodbye at the right time. Feng Yuehua said: "Xiaohui, you send Luo Yi, Luo Rui, stay, auntie has something to do to talk to you."

Wen Xiaohui glanced at Luo Rui and signaled him to be cautious. Her mother obviously wanted to hear her evaluation of Luo Yi from Luo Rui's mouth.

Luo Rui couldn't help but stayed helplessly.

Wen Xiaohui sent Luo Yi downstairs. When the night wind blew, it was so cool. Luo Yi stretched and smiled and said, "Auntie is much more polite than I thought. You were really too nervous before."

Wen Xiaohui clenched his fists hard: "I've gone out, don't pretend anymore."

Luo Yi was slightly stunned, as if he was woken up from a beautiful dream. He had a deep disappointment flashed in his eyes, and his eyes dimmed: "She is your mother, I respect her and please her sincerely."

"Yes, you did a good job and it was perfect." Wen Xiaohui held an indescribable resentment in his heart.

"Brother Xiaohui, not everything I do has a purpose. I just... want to make you happy."

"I'm not unhappy." Wen Xiaohui stopped and said, "It's just sent it here, you can go back."

Luo Yi also stopped. He reached out and touched Wen Xiaohui's face, and whispered: "Have you ever thought about what it would be like if you had a boyfriend?"

Wen Xiaohui couldn't help but follow his question for two seconds, then braked the car in time, and he realized what Luo Yi was going to say.

"Have your boyfriend home to meet your parents, chat, watch TV, and have dinner together, have you ever thought about the experience this afternoon? Is it very different from your fantasy?"

"I'm going back." Wen Xiaohui refused to follow his thoughts.

Luo Yi held his shoulder and stared at his eyes seriously: "Brother Xiaohui, I can give you everything you want and the life you imagined. I will try my best to make your family and friends like me, I will solve all your worries for you, and let you live happily every day. As long as you can smile at me, I will do anything." His fingertips gently slid across Wen Xiaohui's face, "One day, you will find that you can't live without me."

Wen Xiaohui took a step back, and his heart trembled violently. For a moment, he felt that what Luo Yi said was true. Luo Yi had carved too many indelible marks in his body and heart. He felt that he would never like others in his life. If everything in the past was left aside, Luo Yi was always an impeccable companion. He was frightened by his thoughts. When was his bottom line so low by Luo Yi? In the process of step by step compromise and concession, he almost gave up on himself and gave up on struggle. He even felt that he could no longer think independently, but was completely led by Luo Yi.

The alarm bell rings in his heart. If Luo Yi plays with him again, he may really never get up again.

Luo Yi said softly: "Go back and rest. Your car will be shipped in a few days. Wait until you have settled. If you want to go back to Juxing to work, I will arrange for you to go back."

"Chang Xing... How is it now?" Wen Xiaohui was always a little worried.

Luo Yi's expression darkened: "His appeal is still under trial, I will not let him turn the tables."

"I don't care what you want to do. If I involve my family and friends, I will fight you hard."

"I will not put you and the people you value in danger. When his case is sentenced, I will uproot his power. He has consumed most of my life. All the time in the future, I just want to live quietly with you."

Wen Xiaohui was skeptical, but his heart was still covered with a shadow of uneasiness, so that he did not want to go to work in a short period of time. He would rather spend more time with his mother. After a while, he would advise his mother to return to the United States and stay away from the right and wrong place.

Luo Yi whispered: "Then I'll leave."

Wen Xiaohui nodded.

Both of them turned around and walked in the opposite direction. Suddenly, Luo Yi turned around suddenly. Wen Xiaohui seemed to sense something and froze. Luo Yi walked back in two steps, pulled his shoulder, lowered his head and kissed him hard.

At that moment, an indescribable throbbing flowed into the air, and Wen Xiaohui stared at him blankly.

Luo Yi licked his lips and smiled and said, "I started to feel reluctant to leave you when I thought of not seeing you for several days."

Wen Xiaohui turned his face away: "Let's go."

"Tell me how many days you will be back, so I have hope."

Wen Xiaohui frowned: "I want to accompany my mother."

"I know, but tell me when you will go home." Luo Yi looked at him deeply, "I can't stand waiting without deadlines. In the past two years, I have tasted enough. I don't want to spend too much of that kind of life a day." I don't know where Wen Xiaohui is, whether he is doing well or not, whether he is full or not, whether he is full or not, whether he is still hated by him, whether he is thinking about him a little, whether he will fall in love with others, and in the more than 500 days and nights tortured by these problems, longing and regret are closely followed. He has been sad, disappointed, and angry. In the end, when all his extravagances are about to be smoothed out, his wish is just to look at the person he has been thinking about day and night, even if he does nothing, just look at it. He really can't start anew in such a life.

Wen Xiaohui felt dry mouth, and he opened his mouth and said hard: "One month."

“Too long.”

"Half a month."

“It’s still too long.”

"Don't be too..."

"Come back at least once a week," Luo Yi said in a nearly pleading tone: "If I can't see you for too long, I... will be scared."

Wen Xiaohui pursed his lips, and nodded slightly for a while.

Luo Yi hugged him hard and recited love words like a spell in his ear: "I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, all the people and things in the world add up to me, and I am not as good as you in my heart."

Wen Xiaohui closed his eyes and bit his lips fiercely. He once swore with his bloody heart that he would never believe Luo Yi's words in this life...
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