After the second marriage, I acted weak in a wealthy family

Chapter 112 The Beauty Is Here (2)

Liu Yi'an picked up a document, "Did you put anything important in this room?"

He Biya sat up from the bed, wandered around the room in her slippers, glanced at her, and suddenly found her ID card on the ground, what exactly was Yu Jiajia looking for?

He Biya took advantage of the opportunity to pick up her ID card, "This is the most important thing."

When she raised her eyes, her eyes flicked past Liu Yi'an's and quickly retracted, the ID card in her hand was tightly squeezed.

"Liu Yi'an, what are you doing with my ID card?"

He Biya raised her voice and asked, she should cherish the opportunity of walking sideways in this family.

Liu Yi'an tidied up the things on the ground. He read some information about pregnancy when he was working today, and said that pregnant women's emotions would fluctuate easily. If she was told at this time that a stranger broke in, would she be a little bit unbearable? Liu Yi An's heart tightened, "I accidentally turned it out."

"Don't look through my things in the future. There are just two drawers here. The top belongs to me and the bottom belongs to you."

He Biya knew everything in her heart, but she didn't want to show it, she wanted to see how long Liu Yi'an was going to act, it was clear that he didn't do it, why did he have to admit it in front of her face.

He Biya put her ID card in the drawer, and there were some documents of Huanhuan in it. When she moved to Liu's house, He Biya was careful and put all the important things in her own home.

"understood."

Liu Yi'an watched He Biya close the drawer, and confessed, "It's better to lock the door when you rest in the future."

His vigilance is very high.

He Biya wanted to force Liu Yian to say that it was not him.

"Is there anyone else in this house? If you come in and knock on the door, I will open it. It's very noisy."

He Biya crossed her hands upwards and stretched her muscles and bones. How could Liu Yi'an hear that there was something else in her words. He was packing things in his drawer, his hands trembled slightly, and he clenched his fists. You and I are outsiders."

Just as He Biya's feet stepped onto the balcony, she turned around suddenly and looked at Liu Yi'an, with a slight frown between her brows. When thinking about this sentence, she asked cautiously, "Didn't you call me every day?" Someone else's mother? Why are you still an outsider!"

At that moment, He Biya felt that she was a slender upper body. If she didn't ask about it, she would feel empty in her heart.

"Do you know who my mother is? Don't you call other people's mother every day? I can't learn that cute look." Liu Yian passed He Biya, walked to the balcony, leaned on the railing, and looked down at the whole eternity The manor, he never thought he would live here, "Which do you think is better, this or the broken yard?"

A large piece of green plants came into view, Liu Yi'an turned his head, He Biya was walking over, looking at the manor with the same posture, her side face drew a winding arc, and her fleshy chin still looked so immature.

Ever since their second marriage, they have either put on airs or accused each other, and they have never talked about the past so calmly.

"Of course it is here."

He Biya took a deep breath, and the air under the setting sun permeated her nostrils with a hint of heat, "The air in the morning is still fresher."

"Sometimes what you see is beautiful but dark." Liu Yi'an looked at the sunset in front of him. If he could, he hoped to keep He Biya five years ago. When a person's ability is insufficient, he can't keep anything.

He Biya turned her back and leaned against the railing of the balcony, "I just can't understand your polite words, I couldn't understand them five years ago, and I won't understand them five years later, Liu Gou, you can't talk about people Talk? Since you don't regard Wu Juan as your mother, why do you still call her so affectionate, she doesn't look like you at all!"

The question came back to the original point, Liu Yi'an yawned, and his silhouette fell into the setting sun, "State officials can set fires, but ordinary people can't light lamps?"

Liu Yi'an just didn't answer, isn't he the state official he was talking about?
"Come on, in the past, when you were painting, you would be annoyed to death if I made any noise. You wanted to drive me out of the house. When I was going to review and needed to be quiet, I was actually singing. I didn't dare to make a sound, so I could only do it in the cold." Carrying a schoolbag to the library."

He Biya was somewhat pleased with the title of state official, she looked at Liu Yi'an like a winner, and what she had in her heart was only the desire to win after defeat.

Is she complaining?Liu Yi'an suddenly felt like ants were crawling all over his body, itching, but he didn't know where to scratch.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Liu Yi'an kept knocking on the railing on the balcony. He never knew that He Biya had been enduring it all the time. She was clearly suffering, but she never said it out loud.

"How dare I bother future artists."

He Biya lowered her head, her eyes were full of green plants, this feeling of humbleness never seemed to go away from her.

After five years, she thought she would never say such things again.

He Biya, you are no worse than him, you have to be confident.

Pei Xiaohua's sonorous and powerful He Biya instilled in her good thoughts, but He Biya couldn't cheer up, and Liu Yi'an's disgust made her feel at a loss, and she suddenly felt that her emergence was so pale and powerless, She even quarreled with He Biting because of this matter.

How dare?Liu Yi'an savored these three words carefully, "Are you mocking me, or are you looking down on yourself?"

When He Biya said these words, the tone she used to tease him just now had long since disappeared. Her voice was soft, as if only the people standing beside her could hear it in the whole world.

"Future artist?!" Liu Yi'an looked around and smiled. He still doesn't understand what an artist is.

Out of the mud but not stained, clean but not demonic?
He thought he was such a person before, but later he felt that he was still buried in mud.

"He Biya, what about you? Didn't you say you were going to be an agent for an artist? Are you blaming me for treating you that way?" Liu Yi'an paused, and when the light in his eyes fell directly on He Biya , He Biya was burning hot all over, she turned her head away, not daring to look at Liu Yi'an, "Just treat me as a resentful woman."

He Biya's throat choked, what should be said and what should not be said, she seemed to be unable to control herself.

"You treat me as a family member, and others are not. I am satisfied."

He Biya changed the subject, "Today you poured water and packed my things again. It is indeed different from before. For the sake of this child, I don't care."

"But I just can't figure it out! You've made it this far, and the people of the Liu family are also very kind to me, why do you still think they are outsiders?" He Biya sighed, apparently for the Liu family , only He Biya knows that this tone is for herself, Liu Gou, can't you say something more!

(End of this chapter)