The wife is rebellious, and the boss surrenders obediently

Chapter 209 Song Gou Pity
Now that Yang Shuixiang is out of control, Qin Moli is worried that she will hurt Xiao Digu.

"Momo, don't worry." Little Digu comforted her in return.

He ran to Yang Shuixiang and said, "Throw away the knife now!"

When Yang Shuixiang was about to throw the knife, she became angry again: "You are not Lili, I saw you were peeing while standing!"

Everyone: "..."

"Where is Lili? Was my Lili kidnapped by Fu Qing? I want to rescue her." Yang Shuixiang waved a fruit knife.

Qin Moli knew that she had lost her mind due to her illness, and hurried forward to protect Xiao Digu.

She is a mother now and is willing to do whatever it takes to protect her son.

Just as Yang Shuixiang's knife tip was about to accidentally hurt Qin Moli, Song Yizhuo grabbed the blade.

Blood dripped from his hands, drop by drop onto the floor.

"He is my son, what kind of scene is he afraid of? You have spoiled him into a pretty boy and a weakling!" Song Yizhuo snorted.

He took the knife from Yang Shuixiang, and she was pulled aside by the servant to take medicine.

Lu Ying had already brought the first aid kit over, and Song Yizhuo waved his hand and asked him to leave.

Qin Moli pulled his son aside and said, "Don't look at such a bloody scene."

Qin Moli took the first aid kit and said, "I just don't want him to suffer from insomnia and nightmares at such a young age, or even need to see a psychiatrist."

Qin Moli was touched by his words, "But you are still young and can't handle fights between adults."

Qin Moli took the car keys and drove him there personally.

Little Sweet Potato looked at him and said, "Uncle San, you are bleeding!"

"My hand hurts." Song Yizhuo raised the white gauze to show her.

"I'll take you to the hospital." Qin Moli could only give a simple treatment since he was not a professional doctor.

Qin Moli checked that Little Sweet Potato was not injured and rubbed his head: "Baby, grandma is sick, stay away from her in the future, okay?"

"The doctor told me that my hands can't get wet. I'm a mysophobe and I love cleanliness. Besides, I don't like other people touching my body. Only you can touch me." Song Yizhuo felt a little aggrieved.

"Momo, you have to help me take a bath." Song Yizhuo said on the way back.

To be on the safe side, the hospital took an X-ray to confirm that no bones were injured, re-applied medicine and bandaged the wound, and asked him not to get the wound wet.

"Son, your father is injured, why can't you see your closest relatives?" Song Yizhuo shouted from the side.

"Are you itching for trouble? Do you know that a wet whip will hurt more?" Qin Moli glared at him.

"But grandma is our closest relative." Little Sweet Potato stared at her.

"Stop being so pretentious. Even though both of his hands are disabled, he can still support himself using his feet. Don't you still have one good hand?" Qin Moli sneered.

Song Yizhuo licked his back teeth, and when he saw her disinfecting and bandaging him, he said nothing more.

"Okay." Song Yizhuo nodded, "Because I'll lose one of my hands, you'll look down on me even more in the future."

Song Yizhuo was so angry about this title that he turned his back on it.

"You're blocking my view while driving." Qin Moli didn't feel sorry for him.

Song Yizhuo sat back down again, muttering, "You won't even help me blow it!"

Qin Moli pretended she heard nothing and drove home. She then went to visit Yang Shuixiang first.

After taking the medicine and sedative, Yang Shuixiang fell asleep.

Little Digua waited until Song Yizhuo came back and brought him some water to drink, "Third uncle, are you in pain?"

"Call me daddy!" Song Yizhuo said while taking advantage of his injury.

"Third uncle!" Little Digu was not fooled by him. "Call me daddy!" Song Yizhuo said again.

"Third uncle!" Little Sweet Potato tilted his head.

When Song Yizhuo was called that by a brat, he always felt like it was a taboo.

Did Little Digua deliberately prevent him from being with Qin Moli? He had loved the little brat for so long, but he didn't even hear him call him dad?

When Qin Moli came out of his mother's room, he heard the conversation between the father and son in the living room.

"Little Sweet Potato, your third uncle's hand is injured and he can't take a bath. Are you willing to help him?" Qin Moli walked over.

"Of course I am willing. When Momo is not at home, my third uncle helps me wash my body. Now I am returning the favor by giving him a bath as well." Little Digu was very happy.

"No need." Song Yizhuo refused.

"Forget it, little sweet potato. Go back to your room and sleep." Qin Moli took his son's hand and left.

Little Sweet Potato turned around, winked at him, and was very happy, "Third Uncle, good night!"

"I'm destined to have trouble sleeping tonight, so good night?" Song Yizhuo snorted.

After Qin Moli coaxed her son to sleep, she was tired after a whole day and fell into a deep sleep as well.

In the middle of the night, a violent storm hit with continuous thunder and lightning.

Qin Moli woke up from a nightmare. She dreamed that her father was standing outside the window. He told her that Fu Qing killed him.

She was no longer sleepy and got up to drink some water.

What solution did she come up with?

Early the next morning.

Song Yizhuo came to find Qin Moli, with two big dark circles under his eyes, "Momo, can you have some pity on me?"

Qin Moli glanced at him and said, "You have hands and feet, you have money and power, you are handsome and tall, what's there to be pitiful about?"

"I didn't wash my hair or take a shower. I couldn't sleep last night." Song Yizhuo muttered.

Qin Moli had been with him for seven years and knew that he really liked cleanliness. No matter how tired he was at work or how late he worked overtime, he would always take a shower before going to bed.

"It's daytime now anyway. I'll wash you at night." Qin Moli would just act as his own nurse.

He was injured for her, and she took care of him for two days, so it was even.

"You promised!" Song Yizhuo immediately smiled.

Qin Moli laughed at him: "I'm not like you. I have no credibility and my words are just like farts."

Song Yizhuo knew that he was in the wrong for not letting her go when they got engaged, so he changed the subject, "Lu Ying brought back good news."

Qin Moli stopped talking about the past and said, "Let Lu Ying talk about it."

Lu Ying came forward and handed over what he had found: "Ms. Qin, the 300,000 yuan in cash for the young couple was given by one of Fu Shi's bodyguards. He was photographed when he withdrew the money from the bank. When a bank withdraws cash, the number is registered, and it matches the number of the cash received by the young couple."

"Okay, you've worked hard." Qin Moli nodded, "I'll tell Mr. He about this news. I hope he can restore Benwang's reputation."

"How's your boat going?" Song Yizhuo asked her.

"His mother is gone and I haven't seen him." Qin Moli had just finished speaking when her cell phone rang.

It was Fang Zhou who called, "Sister, I want to meet you."

"You decide the location." Qin Moli was very straightforward.

Fang Zhou said he was near the lake, and Qin Moli asked him to come over.

When he arrived, the first thing he said was, "Sister, can you take me in?"