Listening to Qi Ya's occasional discussion with Sheng Ming about accounting expertise, the two of them could communicate in English casually. On the contrary, his husband was ostracized like an outsider.
Yang Zhiyuan did not feel good. He believed that Sheng Ming was deliberately humiliating him, and Qi Ya was deliberately using Sheng Ming to demonstrate to him.
He came from a poor family. Although he had learned English, he had a local accent and never communicated in English with others in public.
Compared to Sheng Ming and Qi Ya, the two of them were from the same world, while Yang Zhiyuan was the mud on the ground... ...
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It was not easy to endure until after dinner.
Sheng Ming took his leave.
Yang Zhiyuan accompanied Xia Ling to send him off.
Turning his head, Yang Zhiyuan raised his hand to hold Xia Ling's wrist.
"Qi Ya, let's talk. "
Xia Ling avoided his hand, treating him worse than when Sheng Ming was around. She asked him coldly.
"Talk about what? "
Yang Zhiyuan said, "my parents are here. Qi Ya is an old married couple. Leave me some face. Let's talk in your room. You can do whatever you want! "
"My room? How can the Qi family have my room? Ever since I secretly registered with you, didn't my parents cut off their relationship with me? " Xia Ling mocked as she walked forward. "If you want to talk, then just say what you want to say. Otherwise, Dr. Yang, have a safe journey. "
She didn't say anything to avoid people.
Father Qi helped mother Qi tidy up the dining table.
Both of them were expressionless.
Yang Zhiyuan was extremely embarrassed, as if he had returned to many years ago.
He followed Qi Ya to meet her parents.
He was a farmer, and the Qi family was very rich. As for him, he spent a whole month's salary to buy some tea leaves.
Mother Qi wanted to throw the things he brought out. Father Qi gave him face and left some things behind. However, he was very indifferent to Yang Zhiyuan. He was just short of telling him directly that he, a farmer, was not worthy of her daughter.
"Qi Ya... " Yang Zhiyuan's voice was pleading.
"What's the use of calling me? What did you do for the past month? " Xia Ling was still cold.
She walked forward and sat down in front of the SOFA in the living room.
Yang Zhiyuan clenched his fists, leaving Father Qi and mother Qi behind. He followed Xia Ling and sat across from her, pursing his lips.
Yang Zhiyuan regretted listening to his mother.
What did she mean by leaving Qi Ya alone for a month?
When he didn't contact Qi Ya, Sheng Ming took advantage of the situation. It looked like he was trying to poach him... ...
"Qi Ya, don't be angry, Huh? We've been married for so many years. Don't you know me? I only hit you out of anger. I'M NOT HUMAN! I'M NOT HUMAN! Please forgive me, okay? "
Slap, slap, slap. Two loud slaps landed on his face.
Yang Zhiyuan was serious. Two Red handprints quickly appeared on his gentle face... ...
Regardless of face, regardless of what his parents thought, Yang Zhiyuan felt a sense of crisis when he saw Sheng Ming.
The only thing on his mind was how to get Qi Ya back.
His family couldn't live without Qi Ya, and he... ... Even if he disliked the fact that Qi Ya wasn't as good-looking as she was when she was young, he had never thought of divorcing Qi Ya ...
Yang Zhiyuan could feel the passion of a young boy from Li Yue.
Qi Ya, on the other hand, gave him a faint feeling. Although it wasn't as exciting, it was peaceful and meaningful.
"Qi Ya, I was wrong. It's all my fault. No matter how excited I am, I shouldn't have hit you in a rush. " Yang Zhiyuan slapped himself four or five times in a row.
Yang Zhiyuan's face was burning with pain. He gritted his teeth and looked at Xia Ling.
Across from him was a coffee table.
Perhaps he was in so much pain that tears were coming out of his eyes, so he couldn't see the expression on Qi Ya's face clearly.