Chapter 1826 Slowly Falling in Love with You 75

As Cheng Ling said, she clenched her teeth and walked past Cheng Bianmo, wanting to help Ayan get up, but she was stopped by Cheng Bianmo within two steps of walking in front of Cheng Bianmo.

Chengling frowned, raised her head and stared at him, very dissatisfied with being disciplined by him like this.

Cheng Bian Mo glanced at her indifferently, and said, "Now that you have grown up, you don't listen to brother's words."

"Ling'er is willing to be obedient, but you can't blindly listen to brother. Why do you torture and extract confessions from people in my house for no reason?" Cheng Ling looked at him with red eyes, with a stubborn expression on her face.

"Whether he is Li Yu or not, it is a fact that he lives in your princess mansion, why did you meet him, why did he live in the princess mansion, Ling'er, have you forgotten how you were deceived by Li Yu back then? ?”

Chengling turned her head to look at A Yan who fell on the ground and passed out at some point, tightly pursed her lips, and said, "It wasn't that he came to me on his own initiative to let me see him, but I met him myself. Moreover, the reason why Ayan lived in the Princess Mansion was because he was bullied in the theater. I couldn't stand it, so I let him come to the Princess Mansion. He has been following the rules for a while, and he has never overstepped the rules. It's different from Li Yu!"

Cheng Bianmo stared at his younger sister calmly for a while, then asked lightly: "Then tell brother, why did you bring him back to the Princess Mansion, it's not that you don't know who he looks like."

Chengling's eyelashes trembled, and some of her eyes flickered away from her head, unable to answer Cheng Bianmo's question for a while.

But she didn't speak, but it didn't mean that Sheng Bianmo would just give up. Cheng Bianmo looked at her and continued: "In the final analysis, it's because of Li Yu, right?"

"Brother..." Chengling's eyes were red, and she wanted him to stop talking, because when she heard those two words from Shengbian Mo's mouth, her heart throbbed violently, making her I didn't dare to look at Ayan for a while.

But Cheng Bian Mo wanted to force her to face the truth, "Do you like this kid?"

Chengling lowered her head, the only bit of momentum was gone, she could only bite the bullet and deny: "I...not."

"If not, why keep him by your side?"

"I..." Cheng Ling's heart gradually became messy, she bit her lips and said, "Brother, this is my own business."

"Brother also wishes you well. You have never been wronged since you were a child, but you only let that person bully you and the little princess who is spoiled by your father and queen. Do you think that brother can rest assured that you will fall into it again?" once?"

Chengling lowered her head, tears fell silently, and said softly: "I won't... fall into it again."

"I'll let him go, you can do whatever you want, brother can stop bothering him, but he can't go back to the princess mansion." Sheng Bianmo made the last request to Sheng Ling.

Chengling nodded her head lightly, she knew that it was very good for her brother to make such a step back.

The servants helped to carry Ayan out and brought her to the carriage. Chengling wanted to say go back to the princess mansion first, but when she thought of her brother's words, she finally gritted her teeth and asked the housekeeper to help find a place to send Ayan there.

Sitting on the road in the carriage, Chengling looked out the window with a dazed expression. What couldn't get out of her mind was the sadness and joy that Li Yu brought her, as well as Ayan's most direct and silent smile.

She suddenly felt movement beside her, turned her head, and saw Ayan sitting up slowly from the couch.

"Ayan...how are you?"

Ayan probably was in too much pain, unable to sit up straight, and could only lean against the back of the car, he looked at Chengling, looked at her quite quietly, with a hint of confusion and grievance.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and took out the letter from his pocket with great difficulty. His fingers were stained with blood, trembling, and slowly wrote down a sentence.