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C1020

"An An, calm down."

Lu Yiyao held Lin Ange and said with a deep voice.

"I can't calm down …"

Lin Ange's lips had lost all color. At the bottom of his eyes, a trace of disappointment flashed past.

"Lu Yiyao, I didn't expect you to …"

She called his name.

She hadn't called him that for a long time.

He knew she was angry.

"Peace …"

Lu Yiyao's emotions were in turmoil. His unfathomable black pupils were like thick ink and could not be disintegrated.

"Lu Yiyao, that's your own mother. No matter what happened in the past, you shouldn't treat her like this?"

"…"

Lu Yiyao pursed his thin lips, while his straight and handsome eyebrows frowned. The melancholy in his eyes became thicker and thicker.

He didn't know how to explain it.

Seeing that he didn't make a sound, Lin Ange became even angrier. Two red clouds flew up from his cheekbones, and the anger at the tip of his eyebrows grew even more intense.

"If you don't want to pick it up, I will!"

He raised his gaze and raised his eyebrows as he said in annoyance. There was a hint of anger in his words.

"An An, you can't go anywhere right now."

Lu Yiyao retracted his gaze. His gaze was complicated, and his stern face was tense. The lines on his face were cold and sharp.

"I don't want to regret it!"

Lin Ange gritted her teeth, her voice rising as she spoke word by word.

"An Xin, everyone has their own choices …"

Lu Yiyao's thin lips slightly opened, and his voice sounded deep and cold.

"You …"

Seeing that he still wasn't willing to go to the Li City s to bring Ye Qinghuan back, Lin Ange became extremely angry. He tilted his head and looked elsewhere.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore."

"Peace …"

"Let go."

Lili tugged at his hand, and Lu Yiyao's big hand squeezed hers tighter.

"An An, calm down. Listen to me."

"I don't want to hear it …"

Lin Ange turned her head and continued to grab Lu Yiyao's arm.

"Peace …"

Lu Yiyao called out in a low voice, his voice was cold and helpless but filled with heartache.

As his son, how could he not want to bring Ye Qinghuan to his side and take good care of her? However, Ye Qinghuan's illness was too severe that even Nan Huaijin was helpless to do anything about it.

Even if she was willing to return to the Yunjing, her body still wouldn't be able to withstand such a long voyage.

He had arranged for her to visit Jun Moyuan after he had finished his condolences.

"…"

Lin Ange had her back to him and did not speak. She pushed with both of her hands.

"Alright, An An, be obedient …"

Lu Yiyao hugged her in his arms and coaxed her as he looked after her.

"Quickly put me down …"

Even at home, there were still other servants. Their intimate posture made her feel a little embarrassed.

She was angry and annoyed.

"I'm not angry, okay?"

Lu Yiyao said patiently.

"…"

Lin Ange bit her lips and did not say a word. Her verdant fingers grabbed onto his arm, her nails digging into his flesh.

"Anthea, I understand your feelings. "However, there are some things that are contrary to one's wishes …"

"…"

Lin Ange was still fuming, her face covered with a thin layer of ice.

"Alright, safe …"

Lu Yiyao let her pinch him while he lowered his eyes. His tone was warm and full of tenderness.

Lin Ange lowered her head and did not say a word. She was biting the corner of her lips.

"…"

Seeing that, Lu Yiyao used his left hand to hold the back of her head and leaned close, pressing his thin lips against her lips.

"Ugh …"

Lin Ange subconsciously dodged. Behind his ears, there was a layer of red.

Lu Yiyao was getting more and more forceful.

He tossed and turned.

The large living room was suffused with a sweet smell.

Sister Zhou came over to call them for dinner. When she saw this scene, she immediately turned around and ran into the kitchen, blushing.

Lu Yiyao realized that he was not under control, so he slowly retreated.

"You …"

Lin Ange pursed her scalded lips, lifted her eyelashes, and fiercely gouged out his eyes.

His heart became even angrier.

He had always listened to her, so why couldn't he make any concessions when it came to dealing with Ye Qinghuan?

"Still angry?"

Lu Yiyao lowered his gaze and looked at her. Her tensed face was reflected in his unfathomable black pupils.

"What do you think?"

Lin Ange replied snappily.

"It seems like the kiss just now wasn't enough?"

Lu Yiyao's lips twitched slightly as he spoke faintly.

"You …"

Lin Ange felt as if her fist had landed on cotton, light as a feather. His heart felt even worse. Taking advantage of the fact that he wasn't paying attention, she pushed him heavily and stood up.

"Peace …"

She went upstairs in a huff.

Lu Yiyao quickly followed.

He reached for her, and she resisted.

She staggered and fell backwards.

"Ah!

she cried.

"Peace …"

The next second, she was in a wide, warm embrace.

A thin and cold aura suddenly appeared.

His heartbeat was strong and accelerated.

"An An, stop messing around, okay?"

Lu Yiyao continued to persuade him patiently.

"…"

Lin Ange didn't want to talk to him, so she struggled.

The scene just now had already shocked Lu Yiyao. Worried that something bad might happen again, he simply picked her up and carried her to the second floor.

Nanny Wang pulled Lin Yanyan out of the kitchen. When they saw this scene, they all laughed.

"Grandma Wang, did my mother have such a temper when she was young?"

"Hmm?"

Nanny Wang was stunned for a moment before she replied with a kind smile.

"Your mommy was very obedient when she was young, just like you."

"Oh …"

Lin Yanyan nodded as if he had thought of something. His slightly curled hair danced gently, making him look very cute and soft.

"It looks like her temper is so bad right now. My father is used to this …"

"Hmm?"

Nanny Wang was stunned once again, but she recovered with a smile.

"Young Master Yanyan, they didn't argue, don't worry."

"I'm not worried? "Anyway, it's my dad's habit …"

Lin Yanyan frowned and said in all seriousness.

"…"

Nanny Wang couldn't help but laugh. After pausing for a moment, he bowed his head and asked with concern.

"Young Master Yanyan, why don't you go eat first?"

"Alright."

Lin Yanyan pursed his lips.

Nanny Wang led him to the restaurant. Sister Zhou walked over, glanced at the door of the restaurant and asked with a laugh.

"Where are Young Master and Young Mistress?"

"Young Master Yanyan is hungry, first take care of him for a meal."

Nanny Wang laughed.

Sister Zhou understood and went into the kitchen to get Lin Yanyan's chopsticks and bowl.

"..."

In the middle.

the Lin's Corporation's downstream factory.

Gong Nanling sat in the temporary office and took a sip of the cold coffee.

It entered his throat.

It was slightly bitter.

He pressed his cell phone and found that the screen was still clean. Gu Mengmeng still hadn't replied to his message.1

His rebellious brow creased and his eyes filled with deep worry.

Even though Lin Ange had told him that Gu Mengmeng had only sustained minor bruises, she hadn't been seriously injured. However, he did not see it with his own eyes. His heart was still unable to calm down.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

He came back to his senses and spoke coldly to the door.

"Young Director Gong …"

Ding Pei walked in with a stack of documents.

"There are so many more?"

Gong Nanling's gaze darkened and a deep crease appeared between his eyebrows.

He wanted to return home as soon as possible, as if he could not wait to finish all of the official matters here, and then return back to Yunjing.

Unexpectedly, in these two days, Ding Pei brought in more documents each time.

"Young Director Gong, there are still a lot of them behind us."

Ding Pei said coldly.

"Alright."

Gong Nanling replied helplessly.

"Young Director Gong, are we still going to drop him off for dinner?"

Ding Pei put down the document in her hand and asked.

"Yes."

Gong Nanling picked up the document at the top and started flipping through it.

"Alright."

"En!" Ding Pei didn't stay any longer. She turned around and walked out of the room.

When he opened the door, Gong Nanling's phone rang.

"Little uncle …"

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