Lin Qianqian was naturally not polite to Yan Mubei. She hugged her son and walked out of the bedroom.
Seeing this, Yan Mubei hurriedly pulled her: "Don't leave."
Damn, did she walk out like this with a bath towel on her body?
Lin Qianqian turned around and glared at him: "You pinched me before, I can forgive you for having a bad temper and can't control it, but this is our son, so small and fragile, how can you take a heavy blow?"
Yan Mubei's face changed because of his words, and he was speechless: "I, I..."
"Besides, have you been looking forward to it? I hope there is one of our children, but, are you just treating him like this?"
Lin Qianqian turned around and was about to leave. Yan Mubei quickly supported himself and reached out to pull the wheelchair. He was very upset: "Lin Qianqian, don't leave..."
He was extremely anxious. When he got into the car, his elbow capacity was not properly transported to the backrest behind. The car tilted, and then his body fell to the side.
With a loud bang, the wise and powerful boss Yan fell to his dog's shit.
Damn, he forgot the fact that his feet were ruined.
The floor was covered with thick carpets, and he didn't hurt much, but just hated his embarrassment and incompetence.
He pounded the floor hard, then got up hard.
At this moment, a pair of snow-white jade feet appeared in front of him, naked, and each toe was the most perfect.
He naturally recognized these feet, which were owned by the people in his dream soul-loving system.
Immediately afterwards, a pair of small feet were put down, and then he saw his son, and his crying face stared at him in a daze.
He didn't say anything, but his small, dark eyes were filled with sympathy for his father after he made a fool of himself.
Yan Mubei lowered his head, and an inexplicable sadness arose in his heart.
He actually fell down in front of his woman and son.
The fall was so invisible.
"Are you okay?" Lin Qianqian, who put down her son, quickly helped the man on the ground up.
Because his feet were weak and could not support his heavy body, Lin Qianqian placed his arm on his shoulders and put him up with force.
With her help, Yan Mubei grabbed the handle of the wheelchair, slowly raised his body, and finally placed it in the wheelchair.
"Does it hurt?" Lin Qianqian's voice was very soft, and her fingers gently wiped away the short hair from his forehead.
Then she squatted down and carefully checked his legs to see if there were any injuries.
Yan Mubei kept his head down and remained silent.
After Lin Qianqian finished checking, she looked up at him: "Why don't you speak?"
"Do you think I... are out of salvation?" His voice was faint.
"No, as long as you do rehabilitation seriously, you will get better soon." She smiled at him.
However, under this smile, her heart was also bleak.
It's been half a year, and he missed half a year.
That is the best time to treat after an injury.
"No, I mean my temper and personality, you must be disappointed."
Lin Qianqian was stunned for a moment, and then she understood what he was referring to.
The man was minding her words again.
But now she is different from before. She may be disappointed and sad, but she will not leave regardless of him.
She just wanted to go out to coax the child with her child.
"You can't say that." She stood up slowly, then sat down at CHUANG and looked at him: "I was indeed disappointed and sad before, but after so many years, I may have become accustomed to your bad temper. You yelled and even pinched me."