Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Mrs. Yue put down Yue's ears, covered her belly, smiled, and said, "Wake up ... Qing Si ... Where is it uncomfortable?"

Yan Qingsi opened her mouth with the same burning in her throat. She may have been basking for too long and could not make any sound. Yan Qingsi worked hard for a while before making a weak voice: "Very good ..."

In these years, I have never been better than I am now. I have never been so relaxed and clear in my heart.

As if to poke away the dark clouds, and finally see that touch of light.

Silent for many years, the thorny path that humanity walked through, finally clamored, and finally there was a crowd.

Yan Qingsi's lips are raised, and people are always learning to grow up. The cost of growing up may be good or bad.

Yan Qingsi has been undergoing metamorphosis for a short period of 25 years, growing, and each growth is accompanied by heartbreaking pain.

She seemed to be walking on the road all the time. There was no place under her feet to rest and no one would give her any kindness on the way. Once, she also refused those goodwill.

She cut off her kindness and cowardice from her childhood, made the despair very hateful, and turned it into a support force. She can fight against the whole world, and against everyone, she thought that this is how her life goes on, Until she avenged her death.

But life does not always follow the expected track, and no one knows what will happen in the next second.

The appearance of Yue Tingfeng and the appearance of Mrs. Yue are like her approach. A small flower suddenly appeared on the barren and dark road, which made her unable to stop her. The only bright color you can see.

Let Yan Qingsi know that in her world, in addition to revenge, she can see other things, even better things.

Her life can actually be better.

No one wants to spend forever in darkness and cold. Human beings have the instinct to chase light and warmth, and Yan Qingsi is no exception.

When the little flower stretched out to her, when she came into contact with the feeling of warmth, she never wanted to let go.

Mrs. Yue saw that Yan Qingsi's face was very poor, and there was still a sunburned face on her face. She raised her hand and slap her, and listened to the wind: "You silly, go and pour water ..."

Yue Tingfeng hurriedly poured water. He returned with a glass of water, "Qing Si, come and drink some water, I washed some glucose ..."

Yue Tingfeng held Yan Qingsi up and sent the cup to her mouth.

Yue listened to the wind to feed a little fiercely, Yan Qingsi did not finish drinking, the water flowed down the corner of his mouth, and fell into his neck.

Mrs. Yue saw and twisted Yue Tingfeng's ears again: "You can't even do this little thing, you still chase your wife, you deserve it, you can't catch it, the doctor said, the blue silk fainted obviously is congestion of the brain, you It must be stunned, it must have been carried upstairs and stunned ... "

Yue Tingfeng's ears were almost choked off, and she was in pain. "Mom, mom ... I'm wrong, come, come, you feed."

Yan Qingsi quickly said, "I'm fine, I'll do it myself."

Yan Qingsi took the cup from Yue Tingfeng and drank slowly.

Mrs. Yue sat down, looking at Yan Qingsi's complexion, severe dark circles, and distressed: "The doctor said that you have a serious lack of rest, and the blood sugar is too low. Have you been restless for a few days and take a good rest?

Yan Qingsi lowered the cup: "I ..."

Although she thought clearly in her heart, she still felt that there was a big difference between facing guilt, guilty conscience, thinking clearly, and facing her.