Little crying bag always wants to tag me

When Yiling got home, it was Yixiao who opened the door.

"Brother," Yi Xiao smiled and let Yi Ling in: "Dad has been waiting for you for a long time."

Yiling nodded as a greeting, and walked in the door.

The furnishings in the house have changed a lot, and it is no longer what Yi Ling remembered, and it has only been more than two years since they moved out.

Yiling entered the door according to his memory and turned to the left, but was held back by Yixiao.

"The dining room is here," Yi Xiao smiled, "My mother thought the original dining room was too small, so she changed it to this side."

"Oh," Yiling said without expression, pointing to the front: "I'm not familiar with it, you can lead the way."

"it is good!"

Yiling looked at the back of Yiling's head leading the way, and felt a little ridiculous. He lived in this house for 15 years, and now he still needs someone else to lead the way.

"This way." Yi Xiao probably took Yi Ling's words as a signal of trust, and pointed the way to Yi Ling happily.

In the dining room, Yi Jiancheng sank his face, saw Yi Ling who had arrived late, frowned and said, "Why is it so late? Don't you feel embarrassed that everyone at this table is waiting for you alone?"

Yi Ling glanced at the woman next to Yi Jiancheng indifferently. After entering the mansion, it was really different from before. She was dressed in jewels and surrounded by four or five servants. Neng smiled calmly and continued to pour wine for Yi Jiancheng.

"Still sitting?" Yi Jiancheng pointed to the empty seat opposite the table: "There is a seat for you."

On the long dining table, there is a set of white tableware on the place farthest from Yijian City, which is particularly eye-catching among the set of green and gold-rimmed utensils, as if reminding Yiling that he has long been an outsider in this family .

Yi Xiao called brother in a low voice, and dragged him towards the table.

Yiling's back was stiff and he didn't move a step: "No, I ate it."

"Since you're here, sit down obediently. Where are you talking so much? Who taught you the rules?"

Yi Ling looked at Yi Jiancheng with a sneer: "Who do you want to talk about?"

Yi Jiancheng's face became a little ugly: "Xiaoling, I didn't ask you to come back because I wanted to quarrel with you."

"I don't want to either," Yi Ling shrugged: "I said before that I was only coming back to get things, and I didn't say I was going to eat. You misunderstood."

"You!" Yi Jiancheng lifted his chopsticks and was about to stand up. The woman hurriedly pressed his shoulders to help him calm down: "Okay, okay, be careful not to get angry. Xiaoxiao, go and pour your father a hot cup." Tea."

Yi Xiao obediently went to the kitchen.

The number of servants in the family is more than double that of when Yi Ling left, but at this time he asked his son to show his courtesy, and put the words "wife virtuous and son filial piety" in front of Yi Ling.

He just felt disgusted, but Yi Jiancheng liked it very much.

Satisfied, Yi Jiancheng took the tea from Yi Xiao's hand, turned his head and gave a cold snort at Yi Ling, which meant nothing more.

Yiling laughed, covering his mouth and shaking his shoulders.

"why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing." Yiling wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Come back once in a while and watch a good show. Thank you for your hard work."

Yiling waved his hand, turned around and left the dining room: "I'll go upstairs after I finish picking up the things, you guys take your time."

Yiling's room is the first upstairs on the second floor, and the largest bedroom on the south side.

Pushing open the door, the layout inside was exactly the same as when he left.

When Yiling walked in, there was a faint smell of dust in the air, the flowers on the balcony were dead, and the things in the closet were almost taken away by Yiling when he moved, leaving only an empty shelf.

Yi Ling's mouth began to feel bitter, and his saliva seemed to have a strong bloody smell.Yi Ling licked his lips and came to the bedside.

There was a photo frame upside down by the bed, and Yi Ling turned it up. In the photo, a woman was holding a child, smiling happily in a sunflower field.

Yi Ling looked at the photo frame, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Mom, I'm back."

The food on the table was already completely cold, and no one dared to ask when the meal was served.Yi Jiancheng sat at the dining table with a dark face, without any intention of moving his chopsticks.Yi Xiao and his mother looked at each other for a few moments, but did not speak tactfully, and sat silently with Yi Jiancheng on a hungry stomach.

There was a thumping sound coming down the stairs, Yi Jiancheng stood up, looked at Yiling's leaving back and said in a deep voice: "It's hard to come back without asking me if I'm okay, do you still see me as a father?"

Yiling turned her head back, with an expression like she was looking at a vexatious child: "I'm not a doctor, I don't have the ability to see, hear, ask, and ask. You'd better find a professional!"

A servant had already opened the door by the gate, Yiling glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and it was one of the few that he still knew.

"Is there any smoke?" Yi Ling stretched out his hand, the bitter taste of blood in his mouth made him uncomfortable, and he always wanted to find something else to cover it.

The male servant froze and didn't even dare to look back at Yi Jiancheng's face.

"Did you give me a word?" Yiling smiled: "I remember seeing you secretly smoking in the kitchen when I was young!"

The male servant looked embarrassed, hesitated for a while, and took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Yi Ling took one from inside and put the rest back into the servant's pocket: "Thanks, hello to your family."

"Yi Ling!" Yi Jiancheng roared angrily right behind him, Yi Ling waved his hand with a cigarette in his mouth, and stepped out of the door of Yi's house without any nostalgia.

Yijia's house is on the outskirts of the city, with no access to the village or store, so it is difficult to get a taxi.

Yi Ling walked for almost half an hour just in the area where Yi's house came from. Yi Ling sighed and regretted not riding a Ducati.

"Yo, who is this?"

Yiling squatted on the side of the road to rest with a cigarette in his mouth, and when he turned around, he saw Xie Feiyu standing behind him in a tracksuit.

The one surnamed Xie was still as arrogant as ever, he looked at Yiling with his hands on his hips for a while, and then gloated and said: "I feel good seeing you like a bear, why, you were kidnapped and thrown here? Who, if you tell me, I'll go right away." Make a bow with him."

"My dad," Yiling yelled something vaguely: "You just make a phone call and see if he takes care of you, then you're done."

Xie Feiyu knew that the Yi family's old house was here, and asked in surprise, "Are you home?"

Yiling frowned: "What? In your eyes, I've gone wandering, don't I?"

The little thing about his family is not a secret in this area. The mistress was pissed off and her original partner succeeded in taking over the position. The eldest son severed ties with his father in a fit of anger.

Anyone who has heard of this incident knows that this is Yiling's biggest minefield. Xie Feiyu once chatted with Yiling desperately about how to get along with his father's mistresses. world.

Thinking of this incident, Xie Feiyu still felt scared. He carefully observed Yiling's face, and asked hesitantly, "Are you and your dad reconciled?"

"It's hard to talk about reconciliation. I live mine and he lives his."

"Oh, then—" Xie Feiyu scratched his head: "Very good, I wish you well."

Yi Ling gave Xie Feiyu a cold look: "If you have a low EQ, talk less, so as not to be seen as a second-hand man in the High School Affiliated to Qingda University!"

"Hiss!" Xie Feiyu wanted to move his fist angrily, but seeing Yiling's face, he snorted and withdrew his hand, and looked contemptuously at the cigarette on Yiling's mouth: "Can you smoke? You, what are you pretending to be a bum?"

"You don't care." Yiling held the cigarette between his fingers familiarly: "Lend me a car, I'll go home."

"I'm sorry, Grandpa's car can only carry people, not for lending,"

Xie Feiyu took out his mobile phone and made a call. After a while, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of the two of them, the window was lowered, and the driver gave Xie Feiyu a slight nod: "Master."

"Well, send this kid home."

Xie Feiyu opened the car door, and before he could speak, Yiling patted his shoulder and got in: "Thanks."

The moment they passed by, a strange breath came into Xie Feiyu's nose, Xie Feiyu took a deep breath, frowned and sat in the car.

"Are you divided?"

Yiling was taken aback: "No?"

"How is it possible?" Xie Feiyu rubbed his nose: "Why do I smell an alpha pheromone?"

Yi Ling frowned: "I don't feel anything."

"Of course you don't feel anything, and you can't smell it." Xie Feiyu leaned closer to Yiling and sniffed carefully. He didn't smell A's smell, but a sweet and greasy aroma entered his nostrils.

"Damn, the taste of O." Xie Feiyu covered his nose, stared at Yiling with wide eyes: "You have become O!"

"Is your head full of water?" Yi Ling frowned: "O's pheromone belongs to someone else."