Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

As expected, Shao Qianyi refused to obey the arrangement and made phone calls everywhere saying that he would return to the team as soon as his injury healed.

Two days later, Shao's father came back. Shao Qianyi and his sister's biological mother died of illness a few years ago. Shao's father was still strong and had found a wife who was ten years younger than him. They were in love at that time.

But Shao Qianyi, his only son, is his lifeblood and he values ​​him very much.

Under the threat of Shao's father's life, Shao Qianyi finally sighed resignedly.

However, he refused to work as a civilian and joined the criminal police team. Sheng Boyan was very satisfied: "He and Captain Cheng became colleagues."

Yan Liang recalled that day at the dinner party when he asked Captain Cheng to come and rescue her. The mineral water he just put into his mouth tasted sweet as if sugar was added to it.

If she hadn't met Sheng Boyan, she would have had a hard time during the time when Shen Jianxi changed his mind. Even if she tried her best to maintain a calm appearance, the sadness in her heart would have flooded. Would she still sleep peacefully like she does now on every lonely night?

Yanliang is not a weak person, she is like a wild grass, which can grow and sprout vigorously no matter where it is. Fortunately, she is protected and green and full of vitality.

It used to be Yan’s mother, and now it’s Sheng Boyan. Although it hasn’t been long, Sheng Boyan has made her start to get used to relying on him.

She realized that this was a dangerous habit, but she had no power or desire to change it. It was because of this realization that she developed a fear of losing something.

After Sheng Boyan bravely confessed his feelings that night, Yan Liang also felt the throbbing deep in his heart. He didn't know when it came out, but it had already taken root and was growing quietly.

"Yanliang, I'll take you back to the company." Sheng Boyan held Yanliang's hand and led her out of the ward.

They bought food and had dinner with Shao Qianyi. There was also a live broadcast at 8 o'clock. It was the first live broadcast started by Yan Liang and He Xiaoyun. Yan Liang felt a little excited and nervous.

"Okay." Yan Liang interlocked her fingers with him, feeling a little uncomfortable, her cheeks hot. She took a few quick steps, not wanting to see the teasing look of her senior.

As autumn deepened, she wore a long beige windbreaker, but she still felt a little chilly when a breeze blew past.

"Can the live broadcast be moved up a bit?" Sheng Boyan took off his black coat and put it on Yan Liang, "Yancheng's winter is too cold."

The coat carried his body temperature and scent, and Yan Liang tightened his hands, somewhat craving for the feeling.

"Eight to ten o'clock is the prime time. I just started broadcasting and I need to gather popularity." Yan Liang looked up at the moon hanging in the sky. The day after tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival, and this year's Mid-Autumn Festival comes relatively late.

Shang Zixuan called her in the morning and asked her and Sheng Boyan to go for a reunion dinner. Just as she was about to refuse, she was interrupted by her crying. She felt embarrassed and didn't know how to tell Sheng Boyan.

She originally thought that she must be staying with Sheng Shaojun. Even if he left after dinner, he would not leave her alone in the old house.

The two walked to the parking lot together. Sheng Boyan opened the car door and helped Yan Liang get in, then he walked around to the driver's seat.

"You can live broadcast at any time you want. I will pick you up and take you home every day." Sheng Boyan said in a gentle voice when starting the car.

Yan Liang did not refuse, and traced his handsome profile with his eyes: "Is Aunt Sheng feeling better? I'll go see her the day after tomorrow."

Sheng Boyan paused and said, "She's much better now. Don't worry."

Glancing at Yanliang, he said, "The day after tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival. Do you think our family should have a reunion dinner together?"

"Yes, as long as Aunt Sheng doesn't find me annoying." Yan Liang was unsure. Ever since she knew about the grudge between the Sheng and Wang families, she felt that she couldn't appear in front of Sheng Shaojun. It wasn't just because she was shy and awkward, she was also worried that Sheng Shaojun would have painful associations when he saw her.

Sheng Boyan controlled the steering wheel with his left hand and used his right hand to hold Yan Liang's hand: "You don't have to care about these customs and etiquette. My mother likes quietness. In previous years, I was so busy that I forgot about time. She often spent the New Year alone. Sometimes she spent the New Year alone."

Yan Liang nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt guilty but couldn't think of any other solution.

"Did the Wang family call us?" Sheng Boyan asked caringly, "If you want to go, I'll accompany you."

"No!" Yan Liang refused hurriedly. She didn't want to let Sheng Boyan down. It would be fine if she didn't know, but if she knew, how could she let him dine at the same table with the murderer who killed her father and sister?

"I don't want to see them either, but I might just have lunch with my mom at noon and that'll be enough to deal with it."

"it is good."

They arrived at the company soon, Yan Liang got out of the car and told Sheng Boyan to be careful on the road.

Sheng Boyan got out of the car, locked the door, and walked into the company gate with Yan Liang with his long legs.

Yan Liang looked at him suspiciously: "You don't have to send me upstairs, go back quickly."

Sheng Boyan put his arm around Yan Liang's shoulders and walked without stopping until he reached the elevator door: "I want to watch your live broadcast. After it's over, I'll send you home and then go back to the old house."

"No, it's too late. Aunt Sheng will be worried." Yan Liang pushed him.

The elevator door opened, and Yan Liang was embraced by him and said, "It's not too late. I'm worried about you going home alone."

Yanliang's hand was completely wrapped in his big palm, warm, dry, and a little rough to the touch on the palm.

It was the first time that she was protected in all aspects by a man, as if he was protecting a fragile treasure. She felt sour and bitter in her heart, a little wronged and wanted to cry.

No one except her mother had ever cherished her so much.

My feelings for him are like a spider web, growing thread by thread in the depths of my heart, slowly winding around and getting bigger and bigger.

In the past, Yan Liang was a protector rather than a protected person to Shen Jianxi, and this pattern was determined from the beginning. Not long after Shen Jianxi recovered, they separated before they had time to adjust to the new pattern of getting along.

Yanliang also longs to be loved and protected. If it weren't for the pressure of life, which woman would be willing to hold up the sky with her weak shoulders?

The live broadcast was taking place in the office. He Xiaoyun had moved the table away, clearing out a space and placing a human model.

Outside the camera were the tools needed for tonight, such as cloth, scissors, and rulers. Yan Liang put a pink needle bag on his wrist, took a deep breath, and slowly walked into the camera.

She first introduced the general situation of Xiyan Company, and talked about the original intention of starting the live broadcast. Then she took an ordinary T-shirt and a top-level T-shirt, both of which were simple styles, and put them together to intuitively analyze the difference between them.

Yan Liang was a little nervous at first, but when she talked about the areas in the design field that she was familiar with, her demeanor gradually became calm and her tone became more confident.

In addition to the difference in fabrics, the main difference lies in the design details and craftsmanship. To make a cost-effective garment, she wants to emphasize that the design details are comparable to the top ones. After all, good fabrics can support good craftsmanship, which she cannot force.

The live broadcast room attracted some people, not many, only about 200 or so.

“The host is so beautiful!”

"The host is a beautiful designer!"

Yan Liang was a little embarrassed. She couldn't draw people's attention to her clothes, but instead focused all their attention on herself. This was a failure!

Sheng Boyan stood leisurely beside her with his arms folded, looking at her with a smile, his deep eyes filled with admiration and encouragement.

Yan Liang took a deep breath, draped a piece of light purple encrypted 100-count satin combed cotton fabric on the mannequin, tightened it at the waist, picked up the scissors and cut off the top part with a few clicks.

"Wow! Are you going to design clothes on the spot?"

“What a cool move!”

"I don't know what effect the design can produce. If it's really beautiful, I'll get a group of girlfriends for you!"

Next, Yan Liang did not hesitate at all and cut the two pieces of the skirt into unequal shapes with a few scissors, and the outline of a flowing skirt was faintly visible.

There was an exclamation in the live broadcast room.