Chapter 509 Will You Forget Again?

Lu Mian took the initiative to walk to Xiao Qimo's jeep. She was wearing a black trench coat, with her hands in her pockets, and turned her head to look at the man behind her.

There are fine snowflakes on her hair and shoulders, which add a bit of tenderness and softness to her cool temperament.

"Isn't it afraid of the cold? Why don't you hurry up~"

She dragged the final sound a little long, soft with a hint of drunkenness.

Xiao Qimo quickened his pace and followed.

Instead of going directly to the driver's seat, he walked to Lu Mian's side and brushed off the snowflakes from her clothes. Smoothly rubbed her broken hair, endless tenderness.

"Come on, my...girlfriend."

Lu Mian curled his lips: "Thank you, my... Mr. Driver."

"little bastard!"

While cursing, the man opened the door for her.

The two sat in the car, Lu Mian had fastened his seat belt automatically, Xiao Qimo glanced at it, and slowly started the car.

The heating in the car was sufficient, and Lu Mian felt a little sleepy under the catalysis of the soft piano music.

She held up her eyelids and stopped playing games. Occasionally, her head drooped to force her consciousness.

Xiao Qimo tilted his head and glanced at her, feeling so uncomfortable that he still can't sleep?

"Why don't you sleep?"

"Hmm." The girl's tone paused, "If I wake up, will you continue to be angry?"

she asked uncertainly.

"..." Xiao Qimo didn't know how to answer this.

This is not a question of being angry or not at all, the most worrying thing is is he okay?

"Go to sleep, I promise I won't be angry."

"Okay." Lu Mian finally felt relieved, nestled in the co-pilot, tilted his head and closed his eyes.

While waiting for the traffic light, Xiao Qimo took a blanket for her from behind and covered it. Looking at her pale pink face, the corners of her lips evoked a satisfied and somewhat helpless arc.

Little bastard, I'm the one to worry about the most!

Do you remember this when you wake up?

Will it leave me with a beautiful and dreamy memory, but you forget it cleanly?

A long sigh escaped from his thin lips. After a moment's pause, Xiao Qimo called Ye Jinwen directly.

At this time, the Jin Jingye family.

Ye Jinwen's mother Tang Wenhui held a bag of old things in her hand and gave it to the servant.

"Take it and burn it."

The servant hesitated for a few seconds: "Madam,

Isn't this Miss Xi's award certificate? "

Tang Wenhui took a deep look, looking tired and helpless.

"Everyone is gone, so it's useless to keep it."

"But, Master, he..."

What the servant wanted to say, he raised his head and glanced at Tang Wenhui's cold eyes. The servant immediately took the bag and left.

He bumped into Ye Jinwen head-on, "Master."

Ye Jinwen glanced down at the thing in the servant's hand, and without saying a word, stepped forward and took it.

"You go down first."

The servant nodded and left in a hurry.

Ye Jinwen carried the bag, frowned and walked to Tang Wenhui.

"Mom, this is Xixi's stuff. As I said, don't touch anything in her room." Ye Jinwen's voice was calm.

This is a language style formed after countless struggles.

Tang Wenhui was angry when she saw her son's half-dead appearance, especially when their mother and son talked about Ye Lingxi's problems, those emotions that had been accumulated for a long time would always come up.

Tang Wenhui has always been strong and rigorous, and is basically a one-of-a-kind existence at home. Even Ye Qingsui, her father, could not change her decision sometimes.

"I'd like to hear that." Tang Wenhui took a step forward, she gathered up her meticulously short hair, and said lightly: "You and Yixin are getting married soon, and the things that should be lost in the family should be disposed of as soon as possible. Keep these , what else does it do other than block it?"

"Yes, she is just a blocker for you." Ye Jinwen was reluctant to argue with Tang Wenhui.

There is a strong mother in the family, only obedience can avoid more intense family conflicts.

He knows this.

"I will find a time to move all Xixi's things out. Before that, please don't touch her things."

"you……"

Ye Jinwen staggered away from Tang Wenhui and went upstairs without looking at her chilling expression.

Tang Wenhui followed him a few steps, "Give me the exact time, when will you and Yixin get married?"

Getting married?

Ye Jinwen sneered.

Shen Yixin had already looked for him, and he spoke very clearly. Can they still get married?

Ye Jinwen looked back at Tang Wenhui who was looking forward to it: "Soon."

Tang Wenhui nodded, and then tacitly asked Ye Jinwen to move all Ye Lingxi's things away.

It's just that she sighed secretly as she looked at her son who was becoming more and more eccentric.

I hope my son can get back to normal after marriage.

When Ye Jinwen was cleaning Ye Lingxi's room, he received a call from Xiao Qimo, but he didn't delay and went out directly.

Tang Wenhui had been sitting in the living room the whole time, and she immediately stood up when she noticed that he was leaving again.

"Where are you going? When will you be back?"

Ye Jinwen shook the phone, "Seventh brother's call, I'm going to Xiao's house."

Seeing that his mother didn't trust him, he laughed at himself: "Otherwise, why don't you call him and ask?"

"Go early and return early." Tang Wenhui sat back again, her face not very good-looking.

Ye Jin ignored her and fled the Ye family as if he was free from some bondage.

Thank you Seventh Brother for saving him from the fire!

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Xiao Qimo drove Lu Mian back to the Xiao family manor.

He drove slowly this time, and finally stopped steadily.

He unfastened his seatbelt and looked at the sleeping girl beside him, his dark eyes concealed infinitely.

He remembered that the first time he drove her back to Lu's house, she was unwilling to answer his questions, pretended to sleep, and even lied to him.

But this time, she was really unsuspecting and fell asleep with her whole body relaxed.

Outside the car, snowflakes fell faster and more densely.

Xiao Qimo got out of the car and turned on the co-pilot.

The servant Gui Ping stood outside with an umbrella, "Oh, what's wrong with Miss Lu?"

Xiao Qimo didn't say anything, just gently hugged Lu Mian out. Gui Ping hurriedly threw the umbrella over.

It was the first time that a man hugged a girl like this. She was so light that she could feel her bones in his arms.

His movements were light, but he still made the girl open her eyes slightly. When she saw the familiar face, she pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and continued to sleep peacefully.

The man carried the girl all the way back to his room, and the servants looked sideways several times.

When did their husband hug a girl? !

The more I looked, the more surprised, the more I understood the girl's status in the Xiao family.

They acted more seriously and more cautiously.

Xiao Qimo carried Lu Mian back to the room, followed by Qi Zhen and Xiao Huazun, and surrounded him.

Qi Zhen asked earnestly, "What happened to Mianmian?"

Xiao Huazun said coldly, "Qi Mo, are you bullying others?"

Qi Zhen added: "Stinky boy, did you buy Mianmian to get drunk?! You deserve to be single!"

Xiao Qimo: "..."