Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Yan Qingsi's hands were trembling slightly. She was not afraid of life or death, nor was she afraid of any evil in this world, but she was only afraid of facing those sincere eyes.

Yan Qingsi was worried, what would happen if it turned out that everything she made now was wrong?

People always love to be intimidated, become weak, and hold back in front of the person they care about.

Yue Tingfeng saw that Yan Qingsi's eyes were gradually fading, and her heart tightened, and she hurriedly made a wink at Mrs. Yue.

Mrs. Yue cleared her throat and said, "Yes, son, you go out and buy some fruits. You see that you are not filial at all. Your mother is hospitalized here. You don't even buy me the fruits I want."

Yue Tingfeng pointed at the table full of things: "Isn't there much?"

The people of the Su family took turns, and the nutrition fruits on the table were almost piled up.

Mrs. Yue gritted her teeth and said, "But I don't want to eat it. I want to eat peaches. You can buy it for me. I want that crunchy."

"Mom, you're old, and eat that crunchy peach. Are you afraid of losing your teeth?"

Mrs. Yue grabbed the pillow on the bed and smashed it over: "Smelly boy, can you manage it, I'm used to it, I don't care, I'm going to eat ... oh ... it hurts ..."

Mrs. Yue's face changed and she covered her belly.

Yue Tingfeng nodded: "Okay, don't move, you're not afraid of the wound splitting. I'll go now, can I go? Then you two, who cares for the two patients?"

Mrs. Yue said suddenly, "Then you won't come back soon."

In the summer, the wound grew fast and was well taken care of. There was no inflammation. In fact, Mrs. Yue's injury was much better.

Yue Tingfeng changed her face and laughed, "Qing Si, I'll go out for a while, and come back soon. Do you have anything to eat?"

Yan Qingsi shook her head: "No."

Mrs. Yue hurried: "Hurry up."

Yue Tingfeng looked at Yan Qingsi with anxiety, took the car key and went out: "Then I'll go."

Mrs. Yue waved her hand to catch someone.

After Yue heard the wind left, Mrs. Yue covered her wound and sat carefully beside Yan Qingsi.

Yan Qingsi reached out and helped her sit down. She squeezed her hands tightly and asked, "Aunt ... is your injury okay?"

Yan Qingsi's voice was still a little hoarse, a little trembling.

Yue Tingfeng left, leaving only Mrs. Yue, Yan Qingsi was more afraid.

It's like doing something wrong when you were a kid, dare not enter the house, or dare to face your mother.

Yan Qingsi's mother is a very gentle woman. In all her childhood memories, she has never been beaten or scolded. She did something wrong. Her mother would not say anything to blame. She just looked at her softly and said softly. Ask her softly why she did that.

That was when Yan Qingsi was most afraid of her mother. She even felt that it was better to be upset and beaten by her parents than other children, so she was not afraid.

Facing the tenderness of Mrs. Yue now, Yan Qingsi felt like she had returned to her childhood.

Mrs. Yue touched Yan Qingsi's forehead and did not get fever, so she was relieved. She laughed: "Well, in fact, it just got a little wound, it was just over two centimeters, and it will be fine soon. You do n’t know, you have a baby There was fat, and it didn't hurt at all. "

Yan Qingsi lowered her head and rubbed her palms with her nails. She said, "Aunt ... I'm sorry."

Mrs. Yue smiled softly and asked softly, "What are you asking me to say I'm sorry?"

Yan Qing shuddered, Mrs. Yue's current voice, her current tone, was so much like her mother ...