Xu Wanqing was still full of questions. Xiao Zhuoyan saw this and pulled her to say goodbye to Cheng Yang, directly strangling the questions in her belly.
"Hey, why are you pulling on me!" Xu Wanqing complained softly, "I also want to ask Mr. Cheng..."
"Why are you so interested in Mr. Cheng's family affairs?" Xiao Zhuoyan frowned and looked at her, "You and Mr. Cheng are not familiar with each other, so why do you keep asking about other people's family affairs?"
Xu Wanqing was stunned, patted her head and said, "Yeah, it's really strange, why do I always have to ask him so many questions?"
Xiao Zhuoyan nodded aside.
"Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore!" Xu Wanqing chuckled, "I feel so hungry now, husband, what are you going to cook to feed me today?"
"Well, let me think about it!" Xiao Zhuoyan pretended to hold his chin up, "My little dog lost a lot of blood today. It must be replenished. I need donkey-hide gelatin, um, and eel, and...
…”
"Well, remember to get some more and deliver them to Mr. Cheng then!" Xu Wanqing said unconsciously.
"Why did it turn to Mr. Cheng again?" Xiao Zhuoyan raised his thick eyebrows in dissatisfaction, "If you keep doing this, husband, I will be jealous!"
"No? Are you even jealous of the old man? You are really the best!" Xu Wanqing naughtily picked his chin, Xiao Zhuoyan pretended to be angry, Xu Wanqing giggled and said harshly:
"Little girl, come here and give me a smile!"
Xiao Zhuoyan cooperated with him and showed a weird smile. Xu Wanqing laughed so hard that her stomach hurt.
The two of them laughed and joked all the way back, envious of all the single men and women in the restaurant.
After resting for an afternoon, I went to the hospital to see Cheng Yang again in the evening.
Cheng Yang seemed to have no relatives. Although such a big thing happened, it was only Yan Yingyu and He Xiangdong who were taking care of him. Although there was an endless stream of friends coming to visit, they were just friends, unlike when relatives were around.
Feeling at ease and at ease.
Due to excessive blood loss, Cheng Yang's complexion was a little gray. Even if he was smiling, it was always on his face, making it look so unreal that even Yan Yingyu couldn't help but sigh.
"Normally I don't feel anything, but now that I'm injured, I feel miserable." When they went back to the restaurant together, Yan Yingyu couldn't help but sigh, "Qingqing, when you and Xiao Zhuoyan get remarried, the two of you will have a child as soon as possible.
I wish I had two or three of them, so that I won’t be too lonely when I get old.”
Xu Wanqing chuckled, "Aunt Yan, have you known Mr. Cheng for a long time?"
"It's been ten or eight years!" Yan Yingyu recalled: "Actually, we met through your Uncle He. When I got divorced from your Uncle He, I almost hit a car in anger, but luckily he pulled me from behind.
Speaking of which, he can be regarded as my savior!"
"So that's it. I asked why Aunt Yan took such good care of him, but how could he not even have a son and a half daughter after all these years?" Xu Wanqing couldn't help but ask curiously.
"He is also a weirdo sometimes. He seemed to get along well with a woman when we first met him, but they didn't get together for some reason. Once he passed the age of forty, he no longer wanted to get married, and he just stayed single, single, and single.
He's old, and although he can be considered a rich man with assets of over 100 million, what's the use of having more money if he doesn't have any relatives around him?" Yan Yingyu sighed again after finishing speaking.