Why is this bastard burned like this and still pretending to be doing nothing? What should I do if I burn him to death?
"Go to the hospital." I took his hand and wanted to drag him downstairs, but I was held tightly by him and couldn't take a step forward.
"No," Yan Yeyi pulled me firmly, as if it was an insult for me to take him to the hospital.
"But you..."
"Squeak!" Before I could finish my words, the old door of my house suddenly opened from the inside, interrupting my words.
Yan Yeyi and I looked at the sleeping head with curly hair peeking out from inside.
"Ah! What are you doing? Xiaoye, come in quickly." Mom was completely awakened from her sleepiness by us. After opening the door, she quickly pulled Yan Yeyi in, leaving my darling daughter aside and almost leaving the door open.
"Why are you so wet? Hurry up and take a hot bath."
"Damn girl, how could you do this? How could you make your husband like this?"
When we entered the home where I had lived with her for eighteen years, my mother was busy helping and caring for Yan Yeyi, but at the same time she did not forget to accuse me.
"Oh..." I raised my head, the anger that I wanted to get angry filled my throat. As soon as I pushed Yan Ye into the bathroom, I just said aggrievedly.
Mom, come on, I don’t have much room to work, so why do I only care about this guy, acting like Yan Yeyi is her sweetheart?
"Xiaoye, did that damn girl bully you?"
"No" I bully him? I want to do it more than anyone else! But I don't have the ability yet
"Then is she disobedient? This child has not heard many words since she was a child."
What did he say "She's very good"? Why should I listen to him?
"Then you stay here tonight! Let me pick up my grandson early."
"Hmm, okay"? Mom, aren't you rushing the ducks to the shelves? What's going on, not suitable for children
After my hair was half-dry, I hurried to Grandma Liu’s house across the street to serve ginger soup. When I came back, I was just like a servant, holding two large bowls of hot soup and standing aside, watching my mother lying on the bed with distressed questions.
Yan Yeyi in my bed stared at me from time to time as a warning.
"Okay, Mom, he won't die yet. If you keep nagging, the soup will become cold. Once it's cold, it won't be effective anymore."
I opened my sharp eyes, curled my mouth, and pretended to persuade her in a reasonable way, so as to avoid the long tirade she would follow.