Rebirth of a Luxury Family: Killer Wife hug in the Arms

"Little thing, bring me the cut meat." Ling Mufeng sat on the chair and cooked in front of the pot.

Because his legs and feet were inconvenient, Liu Qingqing listened to him and helped him bring what he needed.

Before long, the table was full of dishes.

Zhang's mother was very pleased to see Liu Qingqing and Ling Mufeng busy in the kitchen.

Since the young lady came, the young master's face has many more smiles, and he is not as bent on his work as before.

Liu Qingqing helped bring the dishes to the table. The couple and Zhang Ma sat at the table talking and laughing.

The dead rabbit lay in his nest, ate the food prepared by Ling Mufeng with relish, and praised it from time to time.

"Didn't ah Jie say they were coming to dinner? Why didn't they come again?" Liu Qingqing suddenly remembered that ah Jie said he was coming to dinner a few days ago, but he hasn't seen him these days.

"Maybe he's busy." Ling Mufeng glanced at Liu Qingqing and said.

Liu Qingqing doesn't know. In fact, Ling Mufeng told ah Jie that if he didn't ask ah Jie to come over for dinner in the future, ah Jie wouldn't come over.

He doesn't like having a light bulb at home.

As for a long, it's much easier than a Jie. He said he wanted to have a world with his little thing. A long obediently never asked about coming to dinner again.

But sometimes I still help buy vegetables and send them home.

Although ah Jie is a little stupid, Ling Mufeng always thinks that ah Jie is more reliable than ah long.

But he didn't know the specific reason.

After dinner, Liu Qingqing sat in Ling Mufeng's arms and chatted with him. He felt very comfortable.

I used to hate nights when I was a killer. If there is a task to be performed by them, it is usually at night. Their nights are always accompanied by killing and blood.

Now, it's good to be free and enjoy the quiet night.

That night, after serving Ling Mufeng to take a bath, Liu Qingqing was about to take a bath, but she was called by Zhang's mother.

"Young grandma, come here for a moment. I have something to tell you." Liu Qingqing saw that mother Zhang patted her on the shoulder and whispered to her.

Liu Qingqing noticed that Zhang's mother looked into the room with some worry, as if she was afraid that Ling Mufeng would hear it.

"What's the matter?" Liu Qingqing followed Zhang's mother to the balcony and asked.

Originally, because Ling Mufeng's legs and feet are inconvenient, he always needs to recover. The doctor said that his legs seemed to be unable to walk because of nerve problems, but they couldn't find drugs to treat him, so Ling Mufeng's legs haven't been well.

"But isn't it because he was ill that his legs broke? Why now he says it's a neurological problem. If his legs broke after a high fever, it should be that the area about his legs burned out during the high fever that led to the situation like the wind now." Liu Qingqing slowly analyzed with the memory of his previous life.

Zhang's mother looked at Liu Qingqing in surprise. She never thought that their young grandmother would still these things. She vaguely felt that maybe the young grandmother could cure their young master's leg.

"Young grandma, I don't understand an old man when you talk so much." Zhang's mother interrupted Liu Qingqing with embarrassment.

Liu Qingqing scratched her head and smiled shyly. It seems that she has committed an occupational disease.