Waiting for you to fall a flower

Jing Ya was helped upstairs by Ye Beicheng. As soon as the bedroom door was closed, she said worriedly, "North city, that wasn't good for you just now..."

"What kind?" Ye Beicheng was confused.

"You're the one who said your mother was bewildering..."

He smiled and said, "Then you can call her an old hag. Is that good?"

"I know it's not good, but I'm too angry..."

"Then I am too angry."

"But you are his son?" Jingya opened her eyes wide. She thought that if Ye Beicheng didn't know her background, she shouldn't have gone against her mother like this.

Ye Beicheng sighed, lowered his head sadly and said, "Jing Ya, to tell you the truth, I never had that deep feeling for my mother."

"Why?" Jing Ya asked knowingly.

"Because from her, I have never felt the love of a mother. Although I was born to her, but for 30 years, I always feel that there is no blood thicker than water between us."

Jing Ya held his neck in pity and said, "North city, you think too much. Your mother-in-law may not be good at expressing herself, but she may love you in her heart..."

In fact, it was very clear in her heart that stepmother was always a stepmother. That kind of stepmother loved her ex-wife's children as if they were her own children, only in tv dramas.

"Maybe. I don't expect anything anyway."

Ye Beicheng reached out to touch wanmin's face and teased, "I finally know why my father said that no one is more suitable for me than you."

"Ah? Why?"

"Because... We are the bitter mandarin ducks that father doesn't hurt and mother doesn't love."

Poof... Jing Ya laughed. She raised her chin and corrected, "You're wrong. My father-in-law loves you very much."

"In that case, I am a little luckier than you."

"Of course, there is at least one person who loves you. Unlike me, no one really loves you."

He covered her mouth and reprimanded her unhappily, "Who said you didn't have anyone to love? Isn't it me?"

"Your love..." Jing Ya hesitated.

"How is it?"

"Good."

She answered with a smile, but what she really wanted to say was that she didn't feel safe.

"As long as you know, let's not talk about love. Promise me, from now on, take care of yourself and our children, okay?"

"I'll try my best..."

Jing Ya didn't want to waste herself either, but the point was that she was really overjoyed.

"I was not at home before, and no one noticed you. Later, I will tell the servants to prepare some food for you to eat upstairs every day. If you want to eat anything, just tell me, or just tell the servants at home."

"Yes, thank you."

Ye Beicheng poked her forehead with his hand, "What are you doing out here? You still want to divorce me?"

"No, it's just too touching."

Jing Ya was telling the truth. Ye Beicheng was not at home, and no one really paid attention to her diet. Her father-in-law was concerned about her, but he was in such a state of health that he couldn't care less.

"I'll get Xiao Yun to prepare something for you. Take a nap first."

He lovingly carried her to bed, tucked her in, and kissed her on the forehead.

With Ye Beicheng's special care and consideration, Jing Ya's appetite gradually improved. For a week, she ate the food that Xiao Yun prepared specially for her every day, and gradually overcame the habit of vomiting, and her face became a lot redder.

Ye Beicheng was very busy, opening up the overseas market, and without Jing Ya's help, he ran around the company every day. He was busy with his career and missed his wife. Jingya grew some meat, but he lost a lot of weight.

Perhaps because she was in a good mood, Jing Ya quickly regained her former liveliness. She could not bear to see her husband busy going in and out alone, working hard, insisting on helping him at the company, but was rejected mercilessly by Ye Beicheng.

His reason was that she was pregnant now, so she could not be overworked, nor could she spend all day looking at the computer, nor could she participate in social engagements, all sorts of reasons, a thousand kinds of reasons.

Bored and bored, Jing Ya was bored at home all day, so she went to the flower market to buy dozens of strange seeds, ready to pass the idle time.

On the first day, Ye Beicheng came back from the company and saw her sweating profusely in the garden. He didn't say anything.

The next day, he came back from the company and she was watering the garden. He didn't say anything.

On the third day, he came back very late. In the Ye family living room, the lights were as bright as day. His mother and sister were eating around the dining table.

With a cold face, he walked up to her, looked down at her squatting on the ground and said, "What time is it?"

Jing Ya looked up, "Hey, you're back."

"What are you doing? Eat this for dinner?" He squatted down.

"No, look at the seeds I planted two days ago. They are already sprouting. I have to loosen the soil and get rid of these weeds. Grandpa loved to plant flowers and plants when he was alive. I planted these flowers, even in memory of his old man."

"But you don't have to get up early and get into the dark, do you? Look at the house -"

He pointed in the direction of the living room, "They are all eating in the house, and the servants are standing by to serve them. You, young mistress, are squatting in the garden weeding. If outsiders accidentally come in and see you, they will think that you have no status in the Ye family and have been abused!"

Jing Ya looked up and said innocently, "I have no status, and I was abused..."

"You..."

Ye Beicheng was stuttered by her anger, "All right, all right. Come in with me. Stop messing around."

He forcefully grabbed her hand and dragged her home without a word. Jing Ya struggled and said, "But my seed is still harvesting."

"We'll collect it tomorrow!"

"No, it's raining tonight!"

"No!"

"But I've seen the weather forecast..."

"Don't trust the weather forecast, trust me!"

"What if it rains? The seeds I bought were wasted!"

"If it's a waste, I'll have someone pull a car and pay you back."

"... Too overbearing, too unreasonable.

Entering the living room, Ye Beicheng said expressionless, "Xiao Yun, prepare dinner for young mistress."

"Yes, young master."

Ye Mengyao threw his chopsticks on the table angrily, "Brother, why are you clinging to her? Can't the food we eat get into her mouth?"

Jing Ya immediately explained, "Meng Yao, don't get me wrong. I'm afraid I'll throw up and affect your appetite."

"Come on, you're just being pretentious!"

Ye Beicheng's face darkened, "Aren't you pretentious? You're not pretentious. Why did you ask me to send you a cart of flower baskets when you were in the school dance competition last time?"

Jing Ya whispered, "It's not pretentious, it's vanity..."

Said secretly, Ye Mengyao still heard it. She reached out her hand in shame and anger to push jingya, and Ye Beicheng quickly responded, "Be honest with me. You hurt the child in your sister-in-law's stomach. Don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Ye mengyao's eyes were red with anger. When the eldest lady got angry, she yelled, "It's better to be hurt. A person like her who hates her so much will definitely give birth to a child who hates her as much as she does!"

Jing Ya sighed and turned to ye North city, "I'm going upstairs. The child must be very sad. There's an aunt who hates him so much..."

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"Let's go." Ye Beicheng grabbed her shoulder and walked towards the stairs without looking back.

Upstairs, jingya went to the bathroom to wash the dirt on her hands. The mud in her nails couldn't be washed off. She dug hard. Ye Beicheng saw that she hadn't come out for a long time and leaned against the door and asked, "Why did you take so long to wash?"

"You have to take care of me when I wash my hands." She grumbled unhappily.

"No, Xiao Yun has already brought the food over. I was afraid it would get cold and make you uncomfortable."

"But my hands haven't been cleaned yet."

"Come on, I'll help you."

Ye Beicheng took her fair hand, washed it under the tap, poked the mud between her nails with a toothbrush, and clapped her hands, "Okay, isn't this clean?"

"Is this your toothbrush?" Jing ya's eyes widened.

"It's okay. Just change it."

He took her hand and walked into the bedroom. He pointed at the exquisite dishes, soup and a bowl of white rice on the table and said, "Destroy them all!"

Jing Ya smiled bitterly, "I just had a snack this afternoon. Isn't that too much?"

"Not much. Come and eat. I'll supervise you."

Ye Beicheng pinned her down on the sofa. She took the white rice, took a bite, looked up at him, and said embarrassingly, "I can't eat it if you look at me like this..."

"Well, I'll go in and take a shower. When I come out, I'll make sure you eat all this food."

Jing Ya nodded and waved, "Well, go, go."

When ye North city left, she took a few random bites, drank half of a bowl of soup, and then took the rest to the outside trash can to pour clean.

"Food, food, don't blame me for being cruel. The ai family really can't bear to swallow you..."

Looking at the food that had been dumped, she put her hands together in guilt and murmured. She hurried back to her room, folded the plates together, and lay flat on the sofa waiting for Ye Beicheng to come out.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, she flipped over and said, "Honey, I'm so strong..."

Ye Beicheng glanced at the empty dishes on the table and turned to walk out the door. Jing Ya quickly jumped up from the sofa and grabbed him, "What are you doing?"

"Let me check if anyone is wasting food..." He pointed to the trash can at the corner of the stairs.

"No, absolutely not!"

Jing Ya quickly hugged his waist and pressed his face against his back.

"You let go. Why would you hold me without you? I'm just going to take a look."

Ye Beicheng wanted to pull her hand away, but her ten fingers were tightly intertwined and she couldn't pull them apart.

"What's there to look at? You've already taken a shower. It's all about me. What's there to look at in that trash..."

"Yu Jingya, tell me the truth. Did you throw out all the food?"

Seeing that she refused to let go, Ye Beicheng was sure that his guess was right.

"No, honey, come on in. Don't get cold with so little clothes..."

Jingya walked in front of him and put her arms around his neck, trying to confuse him with a beauty trick.

"It's suspicious that you're blocking me like this..." Ye Beicheng frowned, "I have to verify my guess."

He flashed and dodged her encirclement. Jing Ya was quick-witted and shouted, "Stop!"

Ye Beicheng stopped and looked back at her in confusion, not knowing what she was up to.

"Hubby..."

Jing Ya's voice softened. He threw himself into his arms, crossed his legs, pinched his waist, kissed his lips, and teased, "Let's make out for a while. It's been a long time since we... Made out."

She did not know how powerful this trick was, but in fact, it worked very well.