Chapter 282 The First Three Cards
There were few cars on the roads in Beijing at night, and she drove fairly slowly, stopping at an alley intersection in less than 20 minutes.
Arriving at the gate of a courtyard, Su Xiaoli took out the key and opened the door.
"I have a home, why should I stay in a hotel?" Su Xiaoli raised her eyebrows and looked at Ling Yicheng coldly.
Wherever the words reach, he will never let go of any fluctuations in the other person's heart.
When asked what Su Xiaoli was most afraid of, the old man dragged Ling Yicheng deeper and deeper, while Ling Yicheng himself gave up.
I failed to contact Gu Feihan, but I couldn't let Ling Yicheng fend for himself. I didn't have time to be angry, because being angry was meaningless.
Time is running out and she has to seize the last chance.
Force your way to the table and make a big gamble.
Faced with a difficult situation that was not described in the books and that Su Xiaoli had never encountered before, Su Xiaoli probably erupted with her unique and unexpected stubbornness.
There was no time to plan everything out, so I could only bring him here overnight.
Ling Yicheng stood there in astonishment, not daring to move away, let alone take a step forward.
Home? This word is too unfamiliar.
Haven't touched it in almost 20 years.
How horrible.
Finally, he dared to look up and around, seeing courtyards with one entrance after another.
Under the moonlight, simple and peaceful.
There is a big tree in the middle of the yard, and the stone brick yard is clean.
It was the time of strong autumn winds, but there were only a few leaves that had just fallen on the ground. It must be that someone was cleaning them regularly.
He couldn't help but walk forward and look at each house through the windows.
Every bright window under the moonlight reflected the slightly trembling corners of Ling Yicheng's lips.
It was dark in the room and I couldn't see clearly, but I could roughly see that the large pieces of furniture were neatly arranged.
In the quiet courtyard, only his occasional, slow footsteps could be heard, like carefully breaking the thin ice on the river in early spring.
I don’t know how long I watched like this.
"My...home?"
Ling Yicheng's voice was a little hoarse, and it was unclear whether he was mumbling to himself or asking Su Xiaoli.
Su Xiaoli, who had thrown out the first card, stood quietly.
“There has always been gambling that makes people lose money, how many people have ever seen people get rich by cheating?” Even though he had seen the world again, even though he had practiced with 90 times leverage in a gambling house, Su Xiaoli was still very scared.
She had been observing Ling Yicheng silently, secretly wondering: Was the knife aimed at his heart? It was not until she heard Ling Yicheng ask this question that Su Xiaoli relaxed her facial expression slightly and nodded, "Yeah."
After a long time, Ling Yicheng's fear, helplessness and excitement finally turned into silence, and a trace of dew on his eyelashes was blown away by the wind.
No matter how dangerous and flashy the outside world is, it is not as peaceful as this small courtyard.
He nodded too.
"Let's go." Su Xiaoli said softly.
"Where to?" Ling Yicheng didn't want to leave after just accepting the fact that "I have a home".
"Your other home." Su Xiaoli's tone returned to normal, light and gentle.
Don’t worry, there are still cards to be played.
During this section of the journey, she remained silent.
Su Xiaoli took him back to her mother's home, secretly hoping that the word "mother" could play a role.
Zhang Yun and the nanny had already gone to bed, and the two of them tiptoed into the second courtyard.
He followed her in the spacious courtyard and long corridor, through the darkness and the moonlight.
Su Xiaoli took him to a room on the second floor, unlocked the door and turned on the light, then said calmly, "This room is yours."
Ling Yicheng was stunned, completely dumbfounded.
Everything was so beautiful, so beautiful that my heart stopped for a moment and I was unable to think in any way.
This is beautiful and powerful.
Almost crushed him.
It also completely melted him.
The colder it is, the more Ling Yicheng can endure and cope with it. Instead, he is gentle, soft and sparkling, and every time the ice and snow melt, he is always at a loss.
Ling Yicheng's eyes were filled with soreness.
He bit his lower lip, trying his best to restrain himself.
Su Xiaoli pretended not to see it.
She softened her tone, "This is the bedroom. Downstairs is the study and bathroom. Go to bed early. If you have anything, knock on the door on the right. I live in that room."
"Good night." She turned and left, closing the door softly.
Ling Yicheng stroked the white walls, the light blue bed sheets... until he reached the wooden table and bookcase downstairs.
There is a set of books in the bookcase, about...the adult college entrance examination.
The pages had obviously been turned, for they were neatly covered with labels, highlights, and notes.
It was Su Xiaoli's beautiful handwriting, and the pen she used should be the AURORA pen.
I held back my tears for who knows how long, but finally I dared to let them fall.
The cool moonlight poured onto the floor, wetting, soaking and nourishing the words.
The boundaries between the strokes are no longer clear, and the pen writing gradually melts and softens, as if it were given new life.
Su Xiaoli returned to her room and leaned against the door motionless for a long time, then secretly let out a breath.
She then solemnly swore to the respected Comrade Su Jianguo: This was really the last time she would believe Ling Yicheng.
Sure enough, as soon as I met this kid, my brain would fill with water and the water in the deep pit would sway.
No matter what this guy does in the future, I will never allow myself to be so "saintly" and become the kind of woman with overflowing compassion that I don't like.
I had struggled and hesitated, and even thought about just dragging him to the police station to surrender himself, regardless of whether he was good or bad.
It’s all over.
But in the end, just like the phone call on New Year's Eve, Su Xiaoli could only feel at ease if she took him to see her home in Beijing.
I just hope that in this round, Ling Yicheng is someone worthy of her playing cards.
But with only a few cards in hand, what are the chances of winning?
Su Xiaoli was still nervous.
The next morning, she got up early as usual to go for a run, and there was no movement in Ling Yicheng's room.
Su Xiaoli didn't knock on his door until she came back from running and finished breakfast.
Perhaps he was having a dream from which he could not be awakened.
She only explained a few words to Zhang Yun: "Mom, there will be one more person in the family in the future. Gu Feihan's relative is called Ling Yicheng."
"If he wakes up and wants to eat, give him something to eat. It's okay if he doesn't get up and eat. In short, don't worry about him or ask him anything. I eat at school at noon, so don't worry about me when we have dinner at home."
Zhang Yun glanced at the bedroom on the second floor that had been empty. The curtains had been drawn. Although she was confused, she nodded.
Xiaoli has more and more friends. If they come to Beijing for business or travel and stay there, her daughter will arrange for them to stay in the hotel...
This was the only one she took home directly.
Su Xiaoli gave a few more instructions and hurried to class.
I had a quick bite in the cafeteria at noon. I had no classes in the afternoon, so I hurried home.
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 Beijing, and was very interested in flowers and plants.
There was a large space at home and plenty of room to grow flowers and plants, so Su Xiaoli let her tinker with it.
After entering the second courtyard, I saw Ling Yicheng, dressed in a fresh outfit, standing in front of the window of his study, staring at a flower pot in a daze.
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