Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Yan Qingsi looked at the words above and suddenly felt a little ironic.

In her mind, Leng Buding came up with the four words.

Probably in this world, there is really nothing that will never change between people, even if the currency is depreciated, let alone ... the imaginary friendship.

Probably the experience was too much, and Yan Qingsi was almost numb. She felt a dull pain in her heart, and then the pain subsided and faded.

Yue Tingfeng opened the bathroom door and Yan Qingsi quickly deleted the text message. Her mood was a little difficult to calm down, but when she raised her head, she remained the same as usual and could not see much change.

Yan Qingsi reached out her hand: "Give me a towel, I'll wipe my head."

Yue Tingfeng handed the towel over, and sat in front of her honestly, lowering her head so that she didn't need to raise her arms.

"It's almost the same tomorrow. You can pick up Mom. Will she always stay in the hospital? Isn't it great?"

Yue Tingfeng thought about it: "Okay, tomorrow I will tell her to pick it up. She just can't stay in the hospital. Except for Li Nanke passing by occasionally, too few people can chat with her."

Yan Qingsi wiped for a while, inserted her fingers between Yue Tingfeng's hair, and felt almost the same, and handed him the towel: "Okay ..."

Yue Tingfeng turned her head, and kissed Yan Qingsi cheek: "Thank you, wife."

He took the towel into the bathroom and came back to lie down.

He stretched out his arms and let Yan Qingsi pillow, "Are you sleepy?"

"not sleepy."

"Well, give my son prenatal education." Yue Tingfeng drew a thick hardcover book like a brick from the bed, Yan Qingsi covered her eyes, and she was almost stabbed by the thickness.

Today, Yue Tingfeng changed the content a little bit, not about stocks, but about venture capital.

Yan Qingsi pondered, it is estimated that in a minute, she should almost sleep.

Yue Tingfeng's voice is very nice and very magnetic, but ... Yan Qingsi still overestimates herself. About half a minute, she felt heavy eyelids, her head was against Yue Tingfeng's chest, and she fell asleep after a while Already.

Yue Tingfeng heard a uniform breathing sound, looked down, saw Yan Qingsi's sleeping appearance, and laughed: "Sure enough, I still want this to make you sleep faster."

He flipped over a page and continued reading two paragraphs, making sure that Yan Qingsi fell asleep better, so he put down the thick book.

Turn off the lamp at the bedside and close the eyes with Yan Qingsi.

......

The night is quiet.

Not far from Yue's house, a black car was parked and the lights were not turned on. Looking from the outside, no one was in the car.

Inside the car, the driver whispered, "Young Master, this is where the Yue family is."

The man in the back seat did not speak for a long time.

After a long time, "Let's go!"

The lights turned on, turned over the head, and drove silently into the night.

It didn't take long for the driver to find a car behind him and hurry up, "Young Master, there is a car following."

"Let them follow."

"Yes."

......

The next day, Yue Tingfeng went to the hospital after work in the afternoon and took Mrs. Yue back to the Yue family in secret.

When she returned home, Mrs. Yue sighed, "I'm still comfortable at home, so boring in the hospital, no one speaks with me, it's better at home, and you are with me."

Yan Qingsi really felt that it was too difficult for Mrs. Yue this time. She asked an elderly person to go to the hospital to take care of these crimes, and said quickly: "Mom, this time ... you are wronged."