Reborn Xueba: I am a giant

Liang's mother laughed back angrily: "Then I will take back everything I have given you, the identity we have imposed on you, all your glory, your privileges, and your money."

"You are no longer the young master of the Liang family."

"You don't have any aura now."

"You and your love have a good time, I see how long Sheng An can live with you like this."

"I'll let you see how naive what you are saying now is that you dare to say such things without much experience."

"We will just watch quietly and see how far you can live."

"Liang Cheng, we are waiting for you to beg us."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone without waiting for Liang Cheng's reply. She has gone through decades, seen the world's fickleness and people's warmth, and saw how much love is more than Jin Jian's love. She didn't believe that 15-year-old Liang Cheng and Sheng An What unwavering love a child can have.

Liang Cheng walked up to Sheng An and hugged her in his arms. Sheng An's body was soft, and his nose was filled with body fragrance: "Sheng An, I will prove it to my mother with practical actions. I want her to know , even if she doesn't believe in happiness, but her son can find it."

Sheng An buried her head on Liang Cheng's shoulder, only revealing a pair of black grape-like eyes, Liang Cheng hugged her so tightly, as if giving her the strength to fight against Liang's mother.

At this moment, she suddenly believed that maybe it was possible for her and Liang Cheng, but she was just too afraid of the memories in her mind.

Those bound her like ropes, kept her from being free, made her tremble all day long, and dared not take her own steps. As long as she dared to walk, there would be a different path.

Not to mention the butterfly effect, not to mention her such a huge change, it can definitely be changed.

She had a little confidence at this point.

She embraced Liang Cheng even more tightly with her hands: "Yes, this day will always come."

It was late at night, Liang Cheng sent Sheng An to her room, covered her with a quilt, and gently kissed her forehead, Sheng An smiled obediently.

Ruyu's face and cute and sweet smile remained in Liang Cheng's heart even after many years, which made him feel sweet and sour in his heart when he recalled it countless times.

Liang Cheng felt that the tranquility of this moment would not be exchanged even if he spent thousands of dollars.

Early the next morning, Sheng An got up early as usual. It was just dawn at this time, and she wanted to take advantage of it to visit her shop, but when she went down the stairs, she found that Liang Cheng had already made breakfast in the living room.

Sheng An stepped up and walked to the table. The dishes were not very good, and some dishes even had burnt marks.

She walked lightly to the kitchen, only to see Liang Cheng in the kitchen wearing home clothes and an apron, holding a spoon in his hand, cooking porridge in a hurry, watching the heat while cooking, adding ingredients, a family cooking look like husband.

And the trash can next to him was full of waste ingredients, a big black lump.

In her impression, Liang Cheng has always been a cold and stable image, but also a gentle image. She rarely has this kind of home image. The young master who is not touched by the spring water is now willing to cook for her, which somewhat shocks Sheng An. .

Liang Cheng seemed to sense Sheng An's gaze, and slowly turned around and smiled at Sheng An: "Go and sit in the living room, the porridge will be ready in no time."

Sheng An walked up to Liang Cheng with a smile, and hugged Liang Cheng's waist from behind. The tight and elastic eight-pack abs could feel a clear shape, and she said, "Porridge is not cooked like this."

Then Sheng An told Liang Cheng to operate the method, and the whole pot of porridge was completed with the cooperation of Liang Cheng and Sheng An.