Liming Lang and Jiang Yuezhou came to the door of the kitchen and saw a large plate of dishes all smashed on the ground. The plate fell to pieces and was in a mess. "Peace to the broken pieces, peace every year!" Liming Lang hugged Xiao Moting and smiled,
"Look at your mother, how happy she is!"
Ye Beibei squatted on the ground and began to clean up. In panic, he cut his hand on the glass, and red blood beads quickly poured out and dripped on the white broken porcelain plate. The color was snow-white and blood-red, and the color was dazzling.
Jiang Yuezhou and Liming Lang changed their faces at the same time again, but Jiang Yuezhou, who was not holding the child this time, had the upper hand. He took a step forward, took out a tissue from the shelf and wrapped it around Ye Beibei's bleeding finger, and asked worriedly:
"It hurts a lot! Is the cut deep? Do I need to go to the hospital?"
"It's okay, it's okay!" Ye Beibei endured the pain and shook his head repeatedly, "It's just a little bit of skin. I'll go find Bundy to fix it."
Jiang Yuezhou was tall and moved quickly. He stood up and stretched out his hand to open the cupboard above his head. As expected, there was a box of band-aids on the edge. He took out a band-aid, tore it open, and carefully treated Ye Beibei's wound.
Ye Beibei looked at him with surprised eyes and asked in astonishment: "You...how do you know where my band-aids are?"
"Don't you always keep the band-aids at home?" Jiang Yuezhou said calmly, but only he knew the bitterness in it. After Ye Beibei left, he put every corner and every decoration in the house
It has all been engraved in my mind. Ye Beibei put the band-aid in the cupboard. She occasionally hurt her hand when cutting vegetables, so she put the band-aid there.
Jiang Yuezhou's tall figure covered Ye Beibei's whole body. The distance was too close, and the faint smell of tobacco on his body came to his nostrils. This was his unique smell. This feeling was so damn warm that Ye Beibei's nose
Sore, her hands dropped to her sides, holding them tightly, trying to resist the urge to wrap her arms around his waist.
There was an inexplicable ambiguity in the air, and Liming Lang's face was already full of black lines. They thought they were dead! His face darkened, and he looked at Jiang Yuezhou and Ye Beibei gloomily, coughed lightly, and said: "Beibei
, Mo Ting’s illness is just right and he can’t bear the stimulation.”
Ye Beibei was startled and suddenly woke up. She took out her bandaged hand from Jiang Yuezhou's warm hand, broke the restless silence, lowered her head to find a broom, and cleaned up the mess on the floor.
Messy.
Jiang Yuezhou sighed silently, walked over and took the broom from her hand, "I'll do it, it's easier for your hands."
In the past two days, Ye Beibei had become somewhat accustomed to Jiang Yuezhou rolling up his sleeves and working in front of her. She obediently handed the broom to Jiang Yuezhou and watched him carefully clean the floor.
Xiao Moting was worried about Ye Beibei's hand and called her, "Mom, come here and let me see how your hand is doing?"
Ye Beibei couldn't refuse the child. She walked to Liming Lang who was holding Xiao Moting, raised her hand to show Xiao Moting, and comforted him and said, "Look, it's okay, there's no bleeding anymore."
An extremely weird smile dyed the corner of Liming Lang's eyes and the tips of his eyebrows, and he said affectionately: "Son, don't worry, your mother is injured, and your father will do all the housework these days." His light and happy tone was extremely flattering.
When Ye Beibei heard that he started talking nonsense again, he turned to look at Jiang Yuezhou hurriedly. Jiang Yuezhou had also finished packing at this time and put down the things in his hands. He looked at Ye Beibei biting his lip with his broken teeth and twisting his uninjured fingers.
As he moved, his joints turned a little blue and white. He sighed, and then said softly: "Beibei, you guys are busy, I'm going back first!"
Ye Beibei pursed her lips, but didn't say anything after all. She watched him put on his clothes, politely said goodbye to Liming Lang and Xiao Moting, and then turned and left.
Liming Lang had long known that Ye Beibei would be angry with him as soon as Jiang Yuezhou left. He hugged Xiao Moting and hid on the side of the sofa, constantly instilling in him the benefits of staying for dinner. Who knew that Ye Beibei
Bei stood stupidly at the door for a while. When he turned around, he didn't even look at him with a calm expression. He just greeted Xiao Moting, "Son, come over for dinner!"
After hearing Ye Beibei's greeting, Liming Lang put his hand on his forehead, closed his eyes and panted slightly. Seeing that he was sitting on the sofa without moving, Xiao Moting didn't understand why, and excitedly pulled Liming Lang, "Dad,
Mom is calling us to eat!"
"Little ancestor, you are really helping me!" Liming sat up angrily and pinched Xiao Moting's nose, "Your mother just called her son, not us!"
Xiao Moting smiled and made a face at him, "You already have such no status in front of your mother, what can you do if you become a son for once?"
Liming Lang was so angry at his words that he wanted to hit the wall and commit suicide. After all, even a little kid could see that he was so angry in front of Ye Beibei. He looked up and looked at Ye Beibei who was already sitting at the dining table and starting to eat.
, knowing that it was impossible to expect her to come and ask him to eat, so he was pulled by Xiao Moting, half pushed and half casually walked to the table and sat down, took out the dry red he brought and poured it for himself.
Ye Beibei was not in the mood to pay attention to him today, and she knew that this guy was always moody. He didn't speak, and she was happy to be quiet.
"Look at your worthless look! You still miss him!" Liming Lang glanced at Ye Beibei and said with a sneer.
"Think about it, what's wrong, are you jealous?" Ye Beibei answered expressionlessly, eating the food.
"Ye Beibei, the way you look now reminds me of a word." Liming Lang stared at her, raised his voice and said provocatively: "You look like a resentful woman now!"
"Li Minglang, my patience has its limit. You either shut up and eat, or leave immediately!" Ye Beibei frowned and said angrily.
Liming Lang sipped the French dry red and crossed his legs, "I finally saw you look like a virtuous and gentle little wife in front of Jiang Yuezhou. Tsk, tut, you really hurt me!"
Ye Beibei was completely angered by him and slammed his chopsticks on the table. Liming Lang hurriedly looked at Xiao Moting for help. Who knew that Xiao Moting on the table was sleeping in the room before he could speak?
Xiao Moyan cried loudly.
Liming Lang was secretly glad that he had escaped the scolding.
On the third day after the New Year, Sister Wu returned from home. Ye Beibei felt that the burden on her body was lighter. She began to prepare for her new job, reading professional books and searching for information on the Internet.
When I regained my courage and planned to move forward bravely for a new life, I received an unexpected phone call.
Ye Beibei put down the phone, sat on the sofa for a while, and then began to clean herself up from head to toe as if facing a powerful enemy, and then went out fearfully. Although she didn't want to go, even if she didn't
If she lives another fifty years, she will still not dare to refuse this person.