Rebirth Eighty Spicy Wife Heads the House

Ye Nan looked down at the hand that was held by Yan Bochuan, and then looked at Yan Bochuan calmly: "If you don't have the strength to speak, don't talk, I don't want to listen to you."

Yan Bochuan did not let go, but still held Ye Nan's hand, always smiling softly, and said more than usual: "Anan, I'm sorry... I'm not good enough. I've lost you, and I can't speak.

count……"

"If I do it again, I will definitely not. I hope Anan will not look for me again. I am not good enough, and I will always make you angry..."

In just a few short sentences, Yan Bochuan said it very hard, and said word by word, panting.

Ye Nan raised his hand to cover Yan Bochuan's mouth: "Shut up, there is nothing I like to hear. You'd better not speak. If you can't control your mouth, I'll let you go and turn around and I'll let you go."

Yan Bochuan smiled and stopped saying a word, but his eyes were staring at Ye Nan's face, almost a little greedy, as if he wanted to imprint this face in his mind for generations.

After waiting for the medicine soup to turn cold, Ye Nan carried Yan Bochuan out again, wiped it dry and changed his clothes, and gave him acupuncture.

After Yan Bochuan fell asleep, Ye Nan stood by the kang and watched for a while before leaving Xu Qing: "Qingqing, I know you can't accept it, but I still want to say that we may have to prepare his funeral for him."

Xu Qing was cutting vegetables, and the kitchen knife in his hand fell on the cutting board with a bang. Although he had been trying to accept reality these days, he still couldn't help crying when he heard Ye Nan say it: "Aren't you soaking Chinese medicine? Isn't it still?

no?"

Ye Nan shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work."

Xu Qing didn't say anything anymore, turned around and continued to chop vegetables silently, tears rolling in her eyes, and she knew that she could not cry at this time, and that her mother should feel more uncomfortable than her.

After dinner, Ye Nan watched Yan Bochuan have supper and then went to bed, and came out to discuss Yan Bochuan's funeral with Feng Shuhua.

You have to buy coffins, funeral clothes, and cemetery.

Xu Qing coaxed the two children to sleep and stood aside and listened silently. His expression was a little dazed, and he felt like a dream. Everything that happened was so unreal.

Speaking of the cemetery, Feng Shuhua discussed with Ye Nan: "It's on the mountain behind Huaishu Hutong, and I heard that you still have to ask clearly for cremation in the past two years."

Ye Nan nodded: "Aunt Jin, I want to use the empty tomb I had before."

Feng Shuhua was silent for a while: "Just think about it."

Ye Nan didn't say anything, lowering her eyes to hide the sadness in her eyes.

In the room, Yan Bochuan, who was lying on the kang, opened his eyes and listened clearly to the conversation between Ye Nan and Feng Shuhua. For so many days, he had never been as clear as he was now, and even his hearing had improved a lot.

The corners of his mouth were raised gently and he smiled slightly.

It seems that I have returned to more than 20 years ago and saw Ye Nan wearing red clothes again.

Among the gray, blue and black costumes, she seemed out of place and just broke into his life.

Every time she teased him, she smiled with a perverse smile after succeeding: "Yan Bochuan, you'd better be obedient. When you die, I'll let you enter my Ye family's grave."

It is obvious that a little girl is arrogant and domineering every day and is extremely arrogant.

But he likes her arrogant and stingy.

But his suspicion and self-righteousness lost his little girl for twenty years and made her suffer for twenty years. How could it be compensated with just one apology?

In a trance, he saw Ye Nan wearing a red dress, and when he turned his head, his eyebrows and eyes were bright and his eyes were all in style.

Xu Qing sent a telegram to Zhou Jinnan early the next morning, saying that his father was critically ill and returned home quickly.

She knew that when Ye Nan said this, Yan Bochuan was already very bad.

After sending the telegram, she calmly went to buy white cloth, yellow paper, candles and colored paper with circles. When she walked home with a bunch of things, her heart became heavier and heavier.

At home, Ye Nan and Feng Shuhua were sitting in the yard, holding a navy blue cloth with the words "Birthday" printed on it to make a shroud.

On the third day, Yan Bochuan suddenly could walk and was not so breathless when he spoke. Everyone knew that this was just what people often said about returning.

Yan Bochuan sat by the kang, hugged Xiaobao very hard, and touched his little face: "It's great, both children have good personalities."

Xu Qing was afraid that he would be tired, so he held Xiaobao by the side, and did not dare to speak, for fear that tears would fall when he opened his mouth.

Yan Bochuan looked up at Xu Qing again: "Qingqing, don't cry, people will leave sooner or later, but my father is very sorry. The time I spent with you is too short and too short has also caused you to suffer a lot."

"I didn't take you a good life, but I also made you sad for me. In the future, you have to take good care of your mother. When she has a bad temper, you have to give in to her and help your father spoil her. Because you still have Jinnan and Big Baby, she is the only one with you."

"In Beijing, I have a house that I left for you and my mother. The house certificates are all in your uncle's place. You can live in Beijing or sell it."

Xu Qing instantly cried into tears, biting her lower lip tightly without saying a word.

Yan Bochuan smiled hard: "You can take the child out first, I will say a few words to your mother."

Xu Qing carried Xiaobao out, and unexpectedly, there were already Pang Zhenhua, Sun Qiaofeng and others standing in the yard, as well as Xu Yuandong and Qin Xuemei.

Qin Xuemei came over and hugged Xu Qing, and stood silently with her.

Ye Nan entered the room with a cold face, looked at Yan Bochuan sitting by the kang and holding his hands on the edge of the kang, and said in a cold voice: "I don't want to hear what you are saying, lie down quickly and have a good sleep."

Yan Bochuan looked at Ye Nan with a smile and nodded obediently: "Okay, I'll lie down."

Ye Nan seemed to be rude and helped Yan Bochuan lie down, still rudely: "Don't talk about those who are not there, if you dare to die like this, I will feed your body to the dog!"

Yan Bochuan held her hand and held it tightly in his palm: "Anan, the one I am most worried about is you when I leave. Don't get into trouble, okay? Help Qingqing take good care of Dabao."

"Anan, actually, you came to tell me that when you were eighteen years old, I liked you. But I was wandering at that time, and I would change my defenses at any time and go to the front line. I was afraid that I would delay you. But I still didn't control it. I myself, you have suffered so many years."

"It's my fault, so, Annan, don't meet me in the next life."

Ye Nan turned his head aside with red eyes and said fiercely: "Shut up, I will meet whoever I want. Go to bed quickly, it will be fine if I get up tomorrow. Go and buy me my favorite yellow rice cake."

Yan Bochuan smiled and clenched his hand tightly. If possible, he wanted to buy his little girl a yellow rice cake for the rest of his life.

But he knew he couldn't.

Why, he didn't realize that something was wrong earlier, why didn't he spend more time looking for Ye Nan, why didn't he trust her and end up with him?

Therefore, he did not cherish it and lost his favorite little girl.

I can't love her anymore.

"An Nan is too bitter and will never see him in the next life."

Ye Nan felt Yan Bochuan's hand gradually loosening and hanging down...