C171 Trousseau and Betrothal Gifts

"I know that, for whatever reason, it was my fault that I left you behind, and that it was I who did the wrong thing. I don't ask your forgiveness." Nan Xin looked at her son pleadingly.

Qiao Lin was silent, neither agreeing nor rejecting.

By the time the three of them finished their meal and left the hotel, it was already 1: 30 in the afternoon.

Qiao Lin remained silent throughout the entire journey. He sat in the passenger seat and watched Qin Lang drive in silence. Instead of being sneaky like before, he openly admired Qin Lang, who was wearing a suit, as if that was the only way to distract his attention.

After Qin Lang parked the car in the parking lot of the neighborhood and unbuckled his seatbelt to get out of the car, Qiao Lin suddenly said, "Qin Lang, she seemed to be in so much pain at the hotel, blaming herself and even accepting what had happened between us, but I still insisted on not forgiving her. Am I not a cruel person? "

Qin Lang was stunned for a moment. Was that what he had been thinking all along?

"How could that be? What happened to you was beyond the comprehension of anyone else, and you endured it all alone for so long, with no one to understand or care about you, and that wasn't something that could be forgiven with a single word of apology. People's hearts are made of flesh. If she can't be forgiven by her son, you have the right to hate them because of what they did back then. It's your business whether you forgive them or not, but it's been so many years since you left that house to start a new life, so it's time you let go of the past. " Qin Lang moved his body over and gently hugged her." You still have me. No matter what happens in the future, I will always be by your side. "

Seeing his mother today and recalling the memories of the past, Qiao Lin did not feel good. Qin Lang did not feel good either when he heard his trembling voice recount the details of what happened when his mother left. He felt as if he had seen with his own eyes how sad Qiao Lin looked when his mother left. He felt pain, confusion, and powerlessness. No matter how he cried and shouted, he could not get his mother to turn back.

Qiao Lin's arms passed under Qin Lang's armpits and hugged him back. He leaned his head on Qin Lang's shoulder, and the gloominess on his face was swept away. He said with a relaxed expression, "Qin Lang, I want to hug you like this all the time and not let go."

In order to make him feel more comfortable, Qin Lang took a long stride from the driver's seat to the passenger's seat and sat on Qiao Lin's lap, pulling him into his arms.

"Hold him tightly. I hope you never let go. Just hold him like this. I'll take you with me wherever I go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Lang felt the hand that was originally wrapped around his waist slowly move up his back and finally fall behind his head.

Qiao Lin pressed Qin Lang's head against his own and raised his head to kiss his lips.

This time, Qin Lang did not do anything that would turn the tables around. Instead, he simply hugged Qiao Lin and let him kiss him as he pleased. With a face full of enjoyment, he opened his eyes slightly and watched Qiao Lin kiss with all his might. Qin Lang could not remember how many times the two of them had kissed, but he was always the one in charge, so Qiao Lin's kissing skills were still terrible. After spending most of the day kissing, he ended up with a red face.

"Why aren't you moving?" Qiao Lin could not help but push Qin Lang away.

With a malicious expression, Qin Lang grabbed his hand and placed it on his chest. "It's rare for you to take the initiative. How can I disturb you? Of course I have to watch your performance."

The two of them had lived under the same roof for so long and had slept on the same bed countless times. Qiao Lin's skin was thicker than before. When Qin Lang placed his hand on his chest, he took the opportunity to dig his hand into his suit jacket. He pinched his enviable muscular chest through his white shirt and took a bite of the tofu, "Sure, reserved, right? I was the one who gave you the chance to show off. Since you want to give up the chance, I won't accompany you home to play with Yu."

Just as he was about to open the door, he felt a sudden jolt in the car seat. The car seat had already been quietly put down by Qin Lang. With a single push, the person under him fell onto the car seat.

Qiao Lin wanted to struggle, but Qin Lang was still sitting on his lap and had yet to unbuckle his seatbelt. Thus, it was impossible for him to escape.

"You..." Qiao Lin struggled for a while and could only stare at Qin Lang.

"What about me?" Qin Lang put both of his arms on both sides of Qiao Lin's body and bent down to look at him, "You really like to see me in formal clothes, don't you? On the way back and forth, you never took your eyes off me, and now you've even learned how to seduce me."

As Qin Lang spoke, he reached out his hand to unbutton the two top buttons of his shirt.

Qiao Lin only needed to raise his eyes to see the collarbone under his shirt. He felt his cheeks and ears burning hot, his tongue was tied and he could not even speak properly, "I... I'm not."

Qin Lang gently scratched his nose and said, "I don't care if you have it or not. I promised to take the betrothal gift from you."

Qiao Lin still remembered what Qin Lang said when he signed a contract with the company that day in the car. He said stubbornly, "What betrothal gift? I don't have any betrothal gift. Hurry up and give me the dowry."

After saying that, he hooked his neck and kissed him again.

There was only the sound of clothes rubbing against each other and the sound of breathing that was getting heavier and heavier in the car.

The two of them dawdled in the car for more than an hour before they remembered that they had reached home and that it was time to go back.

Qiao Lin laid on the car seat and looked at Qin Lang, who was putting on his clothes on the car seat beside him.

This person still looked refreshed as he was the one who worked hard just now.

"You really are a demon, aren't you?" Qiao Lin had wanted to ask this for a long time. Every time he felt as if he had lost half of his life, this brat would always be in high spirits.

Qin Lang pinched his leg and said, "What kind of demon are you? If you really are a demon, I will eat you whole without leaving even a bone fragment. Don't stay here any longer. If you want to sleep, go home, take a bath, and go to bed. Hurry up and put on your clothes."

Qin Lang was already dressed. He pulled Qiao Lin up from the chair and put on a long-sleeved T-shirt on Qiao Lin's body. As if he was taking care of Yu every morning, he helped him put on his clothes one by one.

After locking the car, the two of them went home with their arms around each other's shoulders.

When they got home, Yu was taking a nap while Aunt Liu leaned on the sofa and watched TV.

"Aunt Liu."

After Qiao Lin went into the house to change his shoes, he greeted Aunt Liu and went into the bathroom to get a change of clothes.

Aunt Liu looked at Qiao Lin with some doubt. She wanted to stop him, but seeing his panicked look, she could only give up.

"Aunt Liu, what's wrong?" Qin Lang saw that Aunt Liu seemed to have something to talk to Qiao Lin about.

Aunt Liu stood up and took a small express delivery box from the coffee table and handed it to Qin Lang, "This was sent by the courier at noon. The recipient is Qiao Lin."