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Chapter 734 Whose child is Lian Qingqing?

Lian Qingyang pursed his lips tightly, his dark eyes were full of disappointment and forbearance.

Lian Qingyang took a deep breath, suppressed all the emotions in his heart, and said, "Mom, I'm just too busy."

"I'm too busy, can I treat my mother who came all the way to see you like this?" Seeing that Lian Qingyang showed weakness, Xiang Yazhi put her posture high, and said, "Qingyang, I will take you there tonight." Eating western food, just in time for our mother and son to have a good get-together."

"Mom, I'm sorry, I don't have time. The computer store will open soon, and there are still many things to prepare." Lian Qingyang refused. He lowered his eyes and didn't say that Western food is the least he likes. He likes Chinese food and Chinese food.

"Don't you still have employees? You hired so many employees and didn't let them do things. Do you still need you, the boss, to do everything yourself?" Xiang Yazhi looked at Lian Qingyang dissatisfied, and she said: "Qingyang, mom In Haishi, there is also a lot of business. The business of our Xiang family is also difficult now, but mother still finds time to come to see you, Qingyang, I have been here for two days, and you don’t even have time for a meal. There's none?"

"Mom, I really don't have time." Lian Qingyang firmly refused.

Every time Xiang Yazhi said a word, she was challenging Lian Qingyang's patience.

For the business of Xiang's family, Xiang Yazhi went there two or three times a month at most. As for the two days she said, Lian Qingyang didn't want to say how many things were delayed because of Xiang Yazhi. Who made Xiang Yazhi her real mother? Woolen cloth.

endure.

Lian Qingyang turned around and threw himself into the busy work. The place to open the store is a house next to Southwest Road. Lian Qingyang rented a first floor, which is also close to the place where he used to work, and it faces the street, so the flow of people is good. , The house has been renovated, simple, bright and generous.

But there are some details that Lian Qingyang still needs to finalize.

"Lian Qingyang." Xiang Yazhi couldn't help shouting his name loudly, she saw that many people were here, she yelled all the employees out.

"mom."

Lian Qingyang couldn't help but said: "Are you here to see me, or can't you see me? Do you want to break up my business?"

Those employees worked very hard on weekdays, and they were all diligent in doing things, but now, they were yelled at by Xiang Yazhi for no reason, and even Qingyang felt more uncomfortable than yelling at himself.

"Why, are you going to talk back to me for your people?" Xiang Yazhi glared, looked at Lian Qingyang's face, and kept cursing in her heart: An unfamiliar white-eyed wolf is an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf Wolf.

"I'm you. Mom, I came all the way to see you. Is this how you treat me? I think your conscience has been eaten by a dog." Xiang Yazhi accused Lian Qingyang in a voice: "Hurry up, you What is there to be busy with, a broken game company, compared to the Lian family, it can't even compare, what are you so interested in?"

Lian Qingyang took a deep breath and looked at Xiang Yazhi disappointedly, her eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

"For so many years, you have bought me things, you have taken me to the store, and then asked the clerk to try them on for me."

"Later, I grew up. Don't you know that my shoes are already a size longer? And the suits you sent me. I'm not at my father's age? Is it black or gray?"

"Also, I'm allergic to durian, Mom, after all these years, you'll never remember."

Lian Qingyang will never forget the loss in his heart when he saw the durian the day before yesterday, and he couldn't stop it.

He is allergic to durian, and itches all over his body when he eats it, and even worse, he needs to go to the hospital, but because Xiang Yazhi likes it, he can't stop it every time, but if he doesn't bring it to him, he also feels normal, and it can't be because of him. If the son doesn't eat it, let the mother not eat it.

But his mother kept saying that the fruit she gave him was durian, which made him very uncomfortable.

"You and I……"

Xiang Yazhi's face changed when she heard Lian Qingyang's words. She raised her hand and slapped Lian Qingyang, "Shoes, I didn't know you were growing again. I hope you will be more mature and stable in clothes. This durian, durian..."

Xiang Yazhi didn't dare to look into Lian Qingyang's eyes, and said, "I ate it myself, not for you."

"Xiang Yazhi, are you still a mother?"

When Tang Yue arrived, she happened to hear Lian Qingyang's words. Tang Yue looked at the slap mark on Lian Qingyang's face with distress. How much force would it take to leave such an obvious slap mark?
"Qingyang, go to the kitchen and get two eggs and apply it. Otherwise, the business will open the day after tomorrow. You pig-headed face, who would dare to buy a computer?" Tang Yue softly comforted Lian Qingyang, facing Lian Qingyang's worry Tang Yue patted him on the shoulder and said, "Qingyang, don't worry, she dare not touch me."

Tang Yue looked confidently.

Lian Qingyang trusted him involuntarily. Although he was worried, he still went out.

"Why are you here?" Xiang Yazhi was in a bad mood when she saw Tang Yue's face, especially when she pointed at her nose and scolded her. She sat on the chair next to her and said, "Qingyang is my son. You don't need to take care of how to teach my son."

"Xiang Yazhi, I don't care what you did to prevent Lianhe from returning to Wangjiang County, but Qingyang is my younger brother, so you can't bully him." Tang Yue also sat down across from her, and she The words were sonorous and powerful, although they were not loud, they were unusually powerful.

She was wearing a purple sweater, a pair of tight flared jeans, and a pair of small white shoes on her feet. The clothes were simple and elegant, and her face was beautiful. She sat on a chair with her back straight and calm. There, those bright eyes seem to be able to see through everything.

"Qingyang is a good son of yours, but as a mother, she doesn't even know what size shoes her son wears. Don't you think it's a joke?" Tang Yue's mouth had a half-smile smile.

"I..." Xiang Yazhi straightened her clothes, lowered her eyes, suppressed her panic and embarrassment, and said, "Qingyang is growing up."

"Actually, I have something I really want to ask you." Tang Yue suddenly changed her words.

Xiang Yazhi's eyes met her subconsciously.

Tang Yue said slowly: "Qingyang's father and I both have type B blood, Qingyang has type A blood, but Lian Qingqing has type O blood."

Tang Yue looked directly at her, not letting go of the emotion in Xiang Yazhi's eyes, and she asked, "Lian Qingqing, whose child is it?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Xiang Yazhi interrupted Tang Yue's words in a panic. She stood up, trimmed her hair nervously, her eyes dodged, and she shouted loudly: "What type A blood, what type O blood, You're talking nonsense."

"Why are you guilty?" Tang Yue raised a shallow smile and asked tentatively, "Or whose child is Qingyang?"

　Hee hee, don't worry, take it step by step, you won't be able to swallow a big fat man in one gulp... It's fun to smash the thunder out one by one!

　　
　
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