Love at First Sight With Doctor He

Chapter 701

three days later.

Liang Yisheng got up early in the morning, looked at the time, and realized that he had lived in the ancestral house for so many days.

In the past few days, Muganai was not always with her. Most of the time, she was called by the old lady to train how to be a good wife.

Everything was fine and peaceful, but that servant named Bai Xiu'er had an impure heart.

On the surface, she helped her everywhere, but in fact, she deliberately showed off when the old lady was staring at her, to set off Liang Yisheng's shortcomings.

She didn't have the heart to care about this with an outsider, she ignored it, and when she came and went, Bai Xiu'er had no chance to take advantage of it.

The old lady assigned her many tasks, and she had no time to take care of them.

Last night, she studied embroidery until very late.

Fortunately, she had to learn some from her master before filming, so she wouldn't disappoint the old lady too much.

She glanced at her sore and tired fingers, intending to exhaust herself.

Turning her head, she looked at the sleeping man next to her, who was her "secret weapon" for contact fatigue.

The old lady has a strong tongue, and her ears have suffered a lot these days.

Only when he is here can he give her some comfort.

Of course, he would not take the initiative to comfort others.

She will have expectations and regrets, but she is not surprised.

Someone knocked on the door, she put away her smile and turned to get up.

The person who knocked on the door was sent by the old lady to get her up for "morning class".

She is more tired than filming now.

Unwilling to admit defeat, he bit the bullet and did it.

Not long after she woke up, Muganai also opened his eyes.

Seeing her standing in front of the mirror and tying her hair, she was obviously tired.

"Don't do it if you don't want to do it, you don't need to force yourself." He said.

She turned her head, remained silent for a while, and said, "Grandma didn't like me in the first place, and it will be worse if I don't do more."

"Forcing yourself to do things you don't like will not show you the real you. There is no need for this."

Liang Yisheng felt a little depressed.

She looked back at him, "I'm going to do it."

After speaking, she walked to the door.

"You make your own decision, don't cry with me then." He said lightly.

Liang Yisheng frowned, opened the door and walked out depressed.

smelly man.

With a low hum, she went downstairs.

Maybe it was because she was in a bad mood, and she couldn't do anything well that day.

The old lady was ruthless when criticizing people, she almost poked her in the face and scolded.

Mu Jianai heard some voices upstairs, opened the door and walked down.

However, as soon as I went downstairs, some intense voices suddenly disappeared.

When he reached the stairs, he saw his grandma looking at him with a smile, "Are you hungry? I'll ask the kitchen to make you something to eat."

Mu Jianai looked at Liang Yisheng who was sitting there stubbornly, holding a needle and thread in his hand, and his face was not very good.

He looked at her silently, hoping that she would speak up and say no.

In that way, he will also take advantage of the situation to speak for her.

After watching for a few seconds, she chose to lower her head and continue to embroider.

"What happened?"

The old lady squinted Liang Yisheng, "What's the matter, I'm telling a story to this child, tell me, right?"

Mu Jianai looked at Liang Yisheng.

She didn't look up, "Grandma said so."

Muganai frowned, but said, "Grandma, it's better to leave these things to professionals. We're here for vacation."

"It's okay, I can." Liang Yisheng interrupted.

She is very competitive.

As his boss for several years, he knew this about her.

That being the case, there is no need for him to stop it.

What you think in your head and what you feel in your heart are two different things.

He started to annoy her for being strong.

During the day, it was fairly calm.

At night, because of an accident while making glutinous rice balls, her feet were scalded by the soup just out of the pot.

Seeing the bubble's feet, a flame burst out in his heart, and he blamed her a few words.

She got angry because of this, and she drove him to sleep, and forced her to sleep on the first floor even if her foot was injured. No matter what, she just didn't ask him, with a stubborn face.

He has a bad temper and lack of patience. After saying "Follow you", he went upstairs.

When he reached the corner of the stairs, he stopped.

With his hands in his pockets, his shoulders were leaning against the wall, waiting quietly.

Two minutes later, she still didn't wait for a soft word from her, even refusing to call him.

At this moment, he heard the woman talking to herself.

Sad, self-deprecating, sighing.

Every word is denying her liking for him.

Every sentence reveals thick regret.

It seems that falling in love with him is like being shrouded in disaster, life is worse than death.

He lowered his head slightly, with strong emotions in his eyes.

He continued upstairs and returned to the bedroom.

As soon as I walked in, I saw her scarf and clothes on the bed, on the dressing table, and her cosmetics were a bit messy.

He conveniently put away all the clothes, and went to the vanity mirror to arrange the cosmetics. In less than a minute, the room returned to silence.

He stared at himself in the mirror with a look of helplessness.

The ears could not help listening to the movement outside, but there was still no footsteps, let alone shouts.

The heart is unhappy, and even the breathing becomes heavy.

Glancing over the small bookcase next to him, he reached out for a book and strode out.

After going downstairs, he caught a glimpse of the woman still struggling on the sofa from the corner of his eye, but he didn't take the initiative to pay attention to it, and went to fetch water for a drink, then went to sit beside her, and read a book with his head down.

The densely packed words on the book are very clear.

He turned a page from time to time, but he didn't even know what the page was about.

Hearing and peripheral vision are all on women.

She remembered and wanted to go back to her room, but her feet were not convenient.

Definitely need a hug.

He could feel her hesitation and helplessness, the quieter the atmosphere, the tighter the strings on his body.

He lost his patience, gave in first, and took the initiative to say, "Just speak."

"Don't bother your honor." Liang Yisheng replied.

He breathed harder, brow furrowed.

After she fell down twice, he suppressed his impatience and said calmly, "Only those who have no brains will be brave."

This didn't make her subdue, but aroused her stubborn temper, and she slept with her back to him, ignoring him.

His gaze moved from the book to her feet, sighed, and said, "Get up."

She still doesn't speak.

"Last chance." His patience was approaching zero.

She was silent.

He said coldly, "Since this is the case, there is no need to attend any activities in the second half of the year."

He'd threatened her with a job before, and it worked.

This time, he just said it out.

"The contract is about to expire, I will set up my own studio, these years, thanks to Mr. Mu for taking care of me."

Muganai's face immediately darkened.

At this moment, what she thought in her heart was to leave him.

Perhaps, this thought had been circling in her mind for a long time, but it was only now that she blurted it out.

The person who keeps saying that he likes him will leave him for such a trivial matter.

If you really like him, would you think of leaving him so easily?

He couldn't find a reason to calm himself down, so he stopped talking and walked upstairs.

In the quiet bedroom, his eyes were gloomy and cold, and the chill radiated from his body.

Time passed in his silence, and the fire that surrounded his heart showed no sign of going out.