Palm sweet wife: deeply beloved by mysterious husband

Qu Lianmeng makes Soup for Ming Youyin and Zhan Yunting.

Even if Zhan Yunting didn't wake up a few days ago, Qu Lianmeng always burned the amount of two people.

This time, Zhan Yunting woke up and had to bring back some soup every time, which finally came in handy.

She happily poured the soup into the soup bowl and first handed it to Zhan Yunting: "I cooked you white gourd pheasant soup. There are many white gourds and only a little chicken. I asked Jin Zhi. He said that as long as you wake up, you can drink this to replenish your vitality."

Zhan Yunting quickly took it with both hands, "thank you, mom."

Ming Youyin grabs the soup bowl in his hand. "Brother Zhan, I'll feed you."

Zhan Yunting laughed and dodged: "it's all right. I can drink it myself."

Qu Lianmeng loves her daughter so much that she quickly poured a bowl for Ming Youyin and sandwiched several pieces of chicken in it: "you eat too. Now ah Ting wakes up. You can't cook like you did a few days ago, or you'll fall again before ah Ting gets better."

Ming Youyin nodded obediently, "I see, mom."

These days, she fully realized what a child with a mother is like a treasure.

Qu Lianmeng ran to the hospital every day. Every time she had to make soup for them and bring fruit. She couldn't eat. Qu Lianmeng peeled and cut the fruit, sat next to her, took a toothpick, forked the fruit and fed her piece by piece.

She used to have a brother in her neighbor's house who was addicted to online games. Everyone worked. They didn't eat after work and played online games in their room. She heard that her neighbor's brother's mother cut the fruit. When her son played online games, she fed her son water fruit.

When Ming Youyin listened at that time, she felt very incredible. She thought that her neighbor's aunt had a disabled son.

Now that she has a mother, she knows that when a mother hurts her children, it is not the smallest, but more detailed. Qu Lianmeng can do something she can't think of at all.

After she finished the soup, Qu Lianmeng immediately smiled happily, reached out to pick up her soup bowl and asked her, "do you want to drink another bowl?"

Looking at Qu Lianmeng's expectant eyes, Ming Youyin is reluctant to let her down and nods, "OK!"

Qu Lianmeng immediately smiled more gratified and turned to pour her another bowl.

It's good to rub her waist, mom

Qu Lianmeng was stunned and looked at her daughter who buried her face in her arms. Her heart was sweet and sour.

In the past, she could only see such a thing that her daughter buried herself in her arms.

Now, the dream has finally come true.

Fortunately, she and her husband never gave up.

Always desperate to find, in order to find their baby.

Qu Lianmeng is a very sentimental person. Her heart is happy and moved, and her eyes are slightly moist.

Jane bomao hurriedly came forward, rubbed Ming Youyin's head, smiled and joked, "how old are you, still coquettish? Drink the chicken soup quickly. It will be cold for a while. "

"Good!" Ming Youyin takes the soup bowl and smiles at them.

Zhan Yunting is all right. She thinks she is alive again.

Watching them drink chicken soup, Jian Baimao and Qu Lianmeng sat with them once. Seeing that Zhan Yunting was really all right, they left.

After the two left, Zhan Yunting took his mobile phone and quietly sent Qi MuQing a message asking if his disease would be infected if he was in close contact.

Qi MuQing answered No.

After receiving the reply, he put away his mobile phone, took Ming Youyin to his bed, let her lie in his arms and rub her head, "you see, you're boiled into panda eyes. I'm fine. You can go to sleep quickly."

Mingyouyin quickly touched her face and was nervous: "is it so obvious? Isn't that ugly? "

Zhan Yunting smiled and kissed her forehead. "Of course it's not ugly. In my heart, you'll always be the most beautiful."

Ming Youyin rubbed her face into his arms, and the beauty bubbled, "brother Zhan, it's nice for you to say sweet words to me again!"

She hugged Zhan Yunting hard and sighed, "it's great, great!"

"Yin Yin, thank you!" Zhan Yunting kissed her, hugged her more tightly, stroked her hair and said, "do you know? It's the first time I've been ill since I was a child. Someone has been with me for 24 hours, and... "

He pinched the finger of Ming Youyin: "I heard you cry secretly around me at night."

"Did you hear that?" Ming Youyin was embarrassed. She hid her face in his arms and pinched him. "You heard it, why don't you ignore me? Make me sad, scared and necrotic! "

"I can hear it, but I can't move," Zhan Yunting grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips. "It's like a ghost pressing the bed. Obviously, I'm conscious, but I can't move or speak... But I'm not good. I won't do it in the future. I apologize to you."

"Well, it's a deal," said Ming Youyin overbearing. "Anyway, don't let me be scared like this again in the future. I'm scared to death."

"OK," Zhan Yunting smiled and rubbed her head: "go to sleep. I'll accompany you this time."

"Yes." Ming Youyin saw that his spirit was really good, and she was guaranteed by Qi MuQing and Qu Jinzhi. This time, she was really relieved. She nestled in Zhan Yunting's arms and soon fell asleep.

After she fell asleep, Zhan Yunting's smile faded.

The thought of his grandfather made his heart ache.

I thought he didn't have much deep feelings with his grandfather.

After all, his grandfather was not kind to him and was strict with him. When he was dissatisfied, he either beat or scolded, scolded more, and appreciated almost nothing.

But the feeling of his grandfather's death was still so painful.

Maybe this is the nature of blood connection.

Thinking that the old man is no longer in the world, and he will never see him again, his heart twitches with pain. He has a feeling of unbearable heartache and wants to cry.

This is not a fight.

Not going abroad.

Not the cold war.

Yin and yang are separated.

I'll never see you again

A living man left his life so suddenly that he didn't even leave a word to him.

He looked up at the roof, took a few deep breaths, and barely pressed down the tears in his eyes.

A moment later, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Mo Bai: a Bai, how's Tian Xintong.

His cell phone soon vibrated. Mo Bai called.

When Ming Youyin sleeps, he turns his mobile phone to silent mode.

He looked at the caller ID, cut off his cell phone and sent another message: your sister-in-law is sleeping. How's Tian Xintong?

Mo Bai's message seconds back: brother, are you awake?

A series of exclamation marks reflected his excited mood at the moment.

Zhan Yunting replied: I'm fine.

He asked persistently for the third time: where is Tian Xintong now?