Looking at the steaming soup, the corner of her mouth raised slightly, and a sweet smile overflowed on her face. It turns out that this is what it feels like to wash hands and make soup for the one you love. No wonder there are so many delicate girls who don't touch the spring water with their fingers. Once they have it,
My sweetheart loves to cook.
Leng's mother leaned against the door and looked at the busy people. Her jade-white little hands were very nimble and she was humming a brisk song. The smile on her face was so sweet that it could squeeze out water.
"What happened that day?"
She asked the bodyguards, but no one was willing to say a word. Her son was tight-lipped, always talking about him, or saying things to deal with her.
She just has trouble with her brain occasionally and is not stupid. How could she not see the fishiness in it?
Qingting's body stiffened, and his good mood was ruined. "Didn't you ask Qirui? He didn't say?"
Leng's mother snorted coldly, "If you tell me, do I still need to come and ask you?"
Her tone was very bad, and she seemed to be in a bad mood. Last time, her shoulder was injured, and this time, her head was bruised. What about next time?
Qingting hesitated for a moment, and Leng Qirui personally told her not to tell her mother what happened that day, so as not to scare her.
Of course, she was more worried about Leng's mother being angry with her.
Although he didn't say it, she felt like a mirror and was very moved.
As a mother, her own children are good in everything, and the bad things are all the fault of others. She can understand this kind of protective feeling.
She pondered for a while and said, "Qirui doesn't say anything, he has his own reasons. Why would auntie break the casserole and ask the truth?"
Leng's mother frowned displeased, "I only have a son, is it wrong to care about him?"
She always felt that this matter was related to Ye Qingting. The same thing happened last time. It was because of Ye Qingting that her son was injured.
She is really afraid of the next time!
Qingting pursed his lips, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "Yes, but I don't want Qirui to be unhappy either. You know that he has a stubborn streak and his body is still recovering, so don't make him unhappy."
When the conversation reached this point, Mother Leng couldn't force her anymore, so she turned around and left.
In the days that followed, she treated Qingting coldly and without pretense. Seeing this, Leng Qirui couldn't help but smile bitterly, closed the door and talked with Leng's mother for a long time.
But the effect was minimal. Leng's mother's complexion still did not improve, and sometimes she would make sarcastic remarks.
Leng Qirui was helpless and could only hug Qingting and apologize, "Don't mind, my mommy likes to be a little tempered, just wait until her temper subsides."
Mommy's temperament is getting weirder and weirder. Sometimes she is deep, and sometimes she is like a child. Is it because she has reached menopause?
Qingting smiled faintly. "She cares about you. I'm not angry. She gave me a look. At worst, I won't look at her."
She is a very self-centered person and has a very strong heart. She has been through big storms and waves, but this little thing has not troubled her.
Leng Qirui breathed a sigh of relief, feeling warm in his heart. As long as he saw her, he was in a good mood. His body felt hot, and he was a little ready to move. He whispered ambiguously in her ear. "I will go to your room tonight..."
I don't know what this girl is insisting on, insisting on sleeping in separate rooms, which makes him have to stay in the empty room alone, unable to sleep alone.
Qingting's face turned red and she gave him a hard look. "Your injury hasn't healed yet. Don't think about those messy things."
His mommy lived downstairs, and would occasionally barge in without knocking. If she broke something, where would she put her face?