Spoiled! The yandere boss and his soft doll

Mo Junqi did not inform Yin Qinian that Joao would come to see her today.

Otherwise, she might have been thinking about her son, refusing to eat well or sleeping well.

Yin Qinian sat at the head of the bed and wore a light blue dress, Joao recognized this dress, it had been hanging in Mo Junqi's bedroom for a long time.

When I was a child, I occasionally bumped into Mo Junqi holding it, gently patting the non-existent dust on it with his hand.

The sun shone on her face, spreading a soft light on her emaciated face, and she half-squinted her eyes, as if she were awake from sleep, and her mouth was open and closed, and when she got closer, she could hear that she was humming the tune of a song.

João is also very familiar with this song, which was given to him by his mother in a music box.

"Every year.

Yin Qinian turned her head with a smile and looked at her husband with her best mental outlook as usual.

But today is different.

Her husband, Mo Junqi, did not come alone.

Yin Qinian was a little surprised, in the past few days when she woke up, everyone she should have seen had seen it, and Mo Junqi had no reason to bring others to meet her without telling her.

"Huh?" her voice still didn't recover, so she could only tilt her head to look at Mo Junqi and hum a monosyllable to express her doubts.

Mo Junqi smiled and didn't speak, only pushed Joao closer, and Yin Qinian also saw it more clearly.

The same curly hair as her son when he was a child, as well as Mo Junqi's eyebrows and ......eyes similar to her when she was young

Gradually, Joao's current appearance coincided with her memories of Joao's appearance as a child.

Obviously, the answer is on the horizon.

Yin Qinian's eyes were blank, and the quiet performance of the years was gone.

She was anxious to get out of bed and run to Joao's side, but was pressed on the bed by Mo Junqi, who had expected it.

"Don't get excited. Mo Junqi wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of Yin Qinian's eyes, "He is our son Joao, 18-year-old Joao."

Yin Qinian was affirmed, and his eyes painted Joao's face without blinking, as if he wanted to fill in the missing companionship and memories over the years.

At the same time, I also felt hot in my heart, and tears flowed out of my eyes and slipped down to my mouth.

"Ruo, Aang. She read Joao's name with difficulty, her voice hoarse like a kitchen knife cutting through the glass, but just these two words made her cough violently, "Cough

cough, cough!" Joao pushed the wheelchair forward a little, but he didn't dare to get too close, frowned at his coughing mother, and turned his head to look at Mo Junqi.

He fed water to his wife's lips and watched her drink half a glass of water before replying, "Your mother has slept for too long, and her vocal cords are slowly recovering recently, and she can't speak a few words now." "

Yes. Joao clenched his fists, the hatred in his eyes undisguised.

The blame for all this is ...... that person

Don't worry, I'll drag you to hell right away, and you'll suffer in every way.

A hand suddenly broke into his sight, which was not as delicate as he remembered, with some wrinkles, and because of the pain, he was also thin and skinny.

It was Yin Qinian's outstretched hand, and she wanted to be close to Joao, "Ruo, Ang." Listening

to Yin Qinian calling his name, he felt warm all over his body, as if there was a magical warm current shuttling in his body.

Joao looked at her expectant eyes, which were full of unreserved hope and strong temptation for himself.

She was hoping that her son, whom she hadn't seen for many years, could still get closer to her, and she was also testing her attitude.

The picture in front of Joao's eyes began to blur, and there were tears in his eyes, "Mother."

Joao took Yin Qinian's hand.

Yin Qinian only nodded when he listened, and with what little strength he had, he held Joao's hand tightly.

She looked João up and down with teary eyes, and finally stopped in his wheelchair and on his lap.

Joao saw her pointing to his leg and then to the wheelchair and understood what she meant, "It's hurt, but it's okay, I'll be able to stand up in a few days." He

really didn't know how to talk to his mother, and what he said was a bit of a one-size-fits-all way.

Yin Qinian nodded, and looked at her husband sitting beside her complainingly.

Mo Junqi knew that his wife was complaining about him, and complained about why he didn't tell her the news of Joao's injury in advance, "I didn't say it if you were worried, he was also big, and this injury was nothing."

Before he came, he told Joao that he did not inform Yin Qinian about the car accident, and Joao also nodded in understanding.

Yin Qinian frowned and shook his head, expressing his disapproval, he was injured and in a wheelchair, how could he be called a small injury?

Mo Junqi lowered his eyebrows and smiled to accept his wife's condemnation of him with her eyes.

He could see that his wife had too much to ask, and he knew what she wanted to ask, "Tell your mother more about what has happened to you over the years, she wants to hear you in person."

Yin Qinian nodded.

What did her son do when she didn't participate in it?

Although Mo Junqi often talked to her during the coma, he was not meticulous after all.

Joao breathed a sigh of relief, he was more worried that the two of them would have nothing to say because of his own reasons, and that they would be a little embarrassed when they met for the first time.

Under the gaze of the two parents, Joao was silent for a long time, and finally let go of the hand holding the wheelchair, "Mother."

Yin Qinian nodded.

"I'm doing well.

"Everybody's doing well. "

When I was seven years old...... I met a girl and we've been together all these years. "

I love her, no, I love her. "

Her name is Chrisman.

Joao racked his brains for a long time, and he didn't think there was anything to talk about, because what was more special in these years was being with Christman.

And in a few days, he will also bring Christman to Yin Qinian, it is better to talk more about her in front of his mother now.

He wanted his mother to know the person he loved the most and the most important person.

Yin Qinian was a little shocked, and turned her head to look at Mo Junqi again, while her husband just patted her back with a wide and warm palm.

"She is as pure as an angel, with a face that is not as good as a doll, and she cares for me like a god who belongs to me, more like a spirit who appears when I make a wish in a dream.

"Her hair is blonde and looks as warm as the sun, and she's so small that I've had her for more than ten years to reach my chin."

"She will tolerate me, she will understand me, she is very partial to me, sometimes I do wrong things, although she does not agree, but she will only comfort me that I am sick.

Mo Junqi saw that the atmosphere of the mother and son was almost the same, so he tried his best to shrink his sense of existence, got up and went to the bathroom, he still had to help his wife wash clothes.

In front of the hospital bed, Joao became more and more excited, the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be hidden, and he completely lost the sense of restraint that he had just entered.

And just by mentioning the name Christman, his eyes will be gentle, and the possessiveness and greed in the depths will poke out like the mouth of the abyss.

He was like a collector, excitedly showing off his treasures.

And this peerless treasure is not worth showing off to everyone.

"I don't know how boring I would have been without her. "

Mother, she's so nice!" "I'll

be with her forever." "