Reborn 1980, Dr. Su became popular in the XNUMXs

Chapter 282 The first three cards
There were not many cars on the roads in Beijing at night. She drove not too slowly and stopped at an alley intersection in less than 20 minutes.

Arriving at the door of a courtyard, Su Xiaoli took out the key and opened the door.

"You have a home, which hotel do you want to stay in?" Su Xiaoli raised her eyebrows and looked at Ling Yicheng coldly.

As far as the words are concerned, he is absolutely unwilling to let go of the slightest fluctuation in the other party's heart.

Asked what Su Xiaoli was most afraid of, the old man pulled Ling Yicheng deeper and deeper into the situation, while Ling Yicheng himself was in trouble.

He couldn't contact Gu Feihan, but he couldn't let Ling Yicheng fend for himself, and he didn't have time to be angry, which was the most pointless thing.

Time is running out and she must seize her last chance.

Force it on the table and make a big gamble.

Faced with a difficult situation that was not mentioned in the book and that she had never encountered before, Su Xiaoli probably burst out with her unique stubbornness that caught people off guard.

There was no time to plan thoroughly, so we had to bring him here overnight.

Ling Yicheng stayed in place in shock, not daring to pull away, let alone move forward.

Family?
This word is too unfamiliar.

I haven't touched it in almost 20 years.

Terrible.

With great difficulty, he dared to raise his head and look around at the courtyards he entered.

Under the moonlight, simple and peaceful.

There is a big tree in the center of the yard, and the stone brick yard is clean.

It was when the autumn wind was blowing hard, but there were only a few leaves that had just fallen on the ground. Someone must have been cleaning them from time to time.

He couldn't help but walk forward and look at each room through the windows.

Every window that was bright under the moonlight reflected Ling Yicheng's slightly trembling lips.

It was dark inside the room, but I could still see that the large pieces of furniture were neatly arranged.

In the quiet courtyard, only his slow footsteps sounded from time to time, like carefully stepping on the thin ice on the river in early spring.

I don't know how long I watched it like this.

"My... home?"

Ling Yicheng's voice was a little hoarse, whether he was mumbling to himself or asking Su Xiaoli.

Su Xiaoli, who threw out the first card, stood quietly.

"Betting has always been the only loser. How many people have ever gotten rich by cheating?" Even if she saw the world again, even if she practiced with 90 times leverage in a betting shop, Su Xiaoli was still afraid.

She had been silently observing Ling Yicheng, secretly guessing: Did this knife aim at his heart?
It wasn't until Ling Yicheng asked this question that Su Xiaoli relaxed her facial expression slightly and nodded, "Yeah."

After a long time, Ling Yicheng's fear, confusion, and excitement finally turned into silence, and a trace of dew on his eyelashes was blown away by the wind.

No matter how sinister and glitzy there is outside, they are not as good as this small and peaceful courtyard.

He also nodded.

"Let's go." Su Xiaoli said softly.

"Where to go?" But just after accepting the fact that "I have a home", Ling Yicheng no longer wants to leave here.

"You have another home." Su Xiaoli's tone returned to normal, softly.

Don't worry, there are still cards left.

During this part of the journey, she remained silent.

Su Xiaoli took him back to the home where his mother was, secretly hoping that the word "mother" would also have some effect.

Zhang Yun and the nanny had already rested, and they walked quietly into the second courtyard.

He followed her through the spacious yard and long corridor, through the darkness and the moonlight.

Su Xiaoli took him to a room on the second floor, unscrewed the door and turned on the light, then said calmly: "This room is yours."

Ling Yicheng was stunned, completely dumbfounded.

Everything was so beautiful that my heart stopped for a moment and I couldn't think in any way. This is beautiful and so powerful.

Almost crushing him.

It also completely melted him.

The colder it gets, the more Ling Yicheng can endure and cope with it. Instead, it becomes gentle, soft, and shiny. Whenever the ice and snow melt, he is always at a loss.

Ling Yicheng's eyes were sore.

He bit his lower lip and tried his best to restrain himself.

Su Xiaoli pretended not to see it.

She softened her tone and said, "This is the bedroom. Downstairs is the study and bathroom. Go to bed early. If you need anything, knock on the door on the right. I'll live in that room."

"Good night." She turned and left, gently knocking on the door.

Ling Yicheng ran his hands over the white walls, light blue sheets... until he reached the wooden table and bookcase downstairs.

There is a set of books on the bookcase, about...the adult college entrance examination.

The pages had obviously been turned over, for they were neatly labeled, highlighted, and noted.

It's Su Xiaolijuan's beautiful handwriting, and she should be using that AURORA pen.

After holding back the tears for who knows how long, I finally dared to let them fall.

The cool moonlight poured on the floor, and the writing was wetted, soaked, and nourished.

The boundaries between strokes are no longer clear, and the pen writing gradually melts and softens, as if it has been given new life.

Su Xiaoli returned to her room, leaned against the door and remained motionless. For a long time, she secretly exhaled.

She then solemnly swore to respected Comrade Su Jianguo: This was really the last time she believed in Ling Yicheng.

Sure enough, as soon as he met this little brat, his brain would be filled with water, and the water in the deep pit would slosh.

No matter what happens to this guy in the future, I will never allow myself to have a "Mother's heart" and become the kind of compassionate woman I don't like.

I struggled, hesitated, and even thought about dragging him to the police station to surrender and knock him down regardless of whether he was good or bad.

One hundred.

But in the end, just like the phone call on New Year's Eve, Su Xiaoli had to show him her home in the capital so that Su Xiaoli could feel at ease.

I just hope that in this round, Ling Yicheng is a person worthy of her playing cards.

But with only a few cards in hand, how big is the chance of winning?

Su Xiaoli was still worried.

The next morning, she got up early and went for a run as usual, but there was no movement in Ling Yicheng's room.

Su Xiaoli didn't knock on his door until he came back from running and finished breakfast.

Perhaps he was having a dream from which he could not be awakened.

She only briefly explained to Zhang Yun: "Mom, there will be more people in the family in the future. Gu Feihan's relative is called Ling Yicheng."

"If he gets up and wants to eat, get him something to eat. It doesn't matter if he doesn't get up or eat. In short, don't worry about him, and don't ask him anything. I eat at school at noon, so don't worry about me when the meal is served at home."

Zhang Yun glanced at the bedroom on the second floor that had always been empty. The curtains had been drawn. Although she was confused, she nodded.

Xiaoli has more and more friends. If anyone comes to the capital for business trips and travels, her daughter will arrange for them to stay in the hotel...

This was the only one she took directly home.

Su Xiaoli explained a few more words and hurried to class.

I had a quick bite in the cafeteria at noon. I had no classes in the afternoon and hurried home again.

Zhang Yun took the nanny to the flower market again.

Su Xiaoli was also very happy that her mother had not been idle since coming to the capital, and was very interested in flowers and plants.

There was plenty of space in the house to arrange flowers and plants, so Su Xiaoli let her do whatever she wanted.

After entering the second courtyard, I saw Ling Yicheng, who was looking fresh and fresh, standing in front of the window of his study, staring at a flowerpot in a daze.