Chapter 342

Ning Fang is not an easy person, Xiao Bao had just appeared in the Qin family, and Ning Fang had appeared in front of him.

When he thought that the little woman had agreed to give Ning Fang a try, he felt angry.

He Qiaoyan walked to the desk, dialed the internal line, "Come in."

After a while, the special assistant came in, "He Dong."

"Go and check Ning Qin Baishihui, and make trouble for them."

"Okay, how far do you need to go?"

"Trouble that cannot be resolved within three months."

"Yes."

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In the evening, the little guy's fever subsided. After He Weifei left, Qin Yiyue pinched the little guy's soft cheek angrily, "The privilege of being a patient is gone. Call me little brother again, and I'll beat you."

"I want little brother." The little guy hummed and drank the milk with a smug expression on his face.

"Then do you still want Mommy?"

"want."

"Mommy and little brother can only choose one of the two."

"don't want."

"Baby, you have to figure it out. I'm not asking for your opinion but giving you a conclusion. Your behavior today has seriously hit Mommy's enthusiasm, do you know? You used to be sick and only Mommy hugged you, but today you are all stuck Little brother, how uncomfortable and embarrassing Mommy is."

"Mommy too. The cake made by Mommy is delicious." The little guy said.

"You're still too young. You still want to lie to me with your little expressions and gestures. It's my little brother who wants to eat the cake I made. You don't like sweets at all."

The little guy seemed to have been taken in by Qin Yiyue's words, and sat there in a daze.

Qin Yiyue gave him a sideways look, not intending to comfort him.

She is extremely upset now, and it's already hard work not to beat up this little guy.

The little guy raised his big black and white eyes, looked at Qin Yiyue innocently, and said, "Mum, why are you not treating my little brother well at all. My little brother is obviously very cute."

"You don't understand the affairs of adults. No matter how you are brainwashed by your father and little brother, Mommy will never live in harmony with your father and little brother. Boy, you should die as soon as possible."

"I don't die, I don't die!"

"You have no right to express your opinion."

The little guy howled with anger and threw the milk bottle angrily.

Qin Yiyue leaned against the kitchen door, looked at the milk bottle on the ground indifferently, "Qin Xiaoyu, go mop the floor!"

"I'm still sick."

"If you have the strength to get angry, I think it's okay for you to mop the floor and leave."

"Yuyu hates Mommy." The little guy slid off the sofa angrily, ran into the room and closed the door with a bang.

Qin Yiyue took out her mobile phone to take pictures of the dirty floor and the milk bottle that fell on the ground, then went into the kitchen and continued to work, not intending to clean up the mess made by the little guy.

The way she educated the little guy and the way she educated Xiaobao back then were two extremes.

When she met Xiaobao, Xiaobao's situation was very special, and she couldn't use the education of the little guy to treat Xiaobao.

What's more, besides being autistic at that time, Xiaobao had already formed a unique way of education. She couldn't easily destroy it without being familiar with it, so she mainly focused on guidance and encouragement.

The little guy is different, the little guy stays by her side all the time, she can use the education method she appreciates to treat the little guy, without worrying that the little guy will resist at all.

Because when he had the consciousness of resistance, he was already firmly controlled by her, allowing him to follow her direction within a certain range.

Qin Yiyue realized that she was actually thinking about Xiaobao and the little guy, so she immediately put her mind away.

On the first day that Xiaobao officially appeared at her house, she was led away by him. After a long time, will it be okay?

Qin Yiyue turned off the fire, walked to the living room, and wanted to call He Qiaoyan to talk, when the doorbell rang.

Qin Yiyue went to open the door and was stunned when she saw Ning Fang's appearance, "Brother Ning, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Fang wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's nothing, is Yu Yu feeling better?"

"The fever has subsided. You don't have to rush over here. It takes a long time for children to adjust their bodies. No matter how anxious we adults are, it's useless."

Ning Fang responded, and went to the bathroom to wash his face, "I forgot that you are a doctor."

"It's been a few years since I became a doctor. You should not remember. Brother Ning, my meal is almost ready. Call my parents and ask them to come over for dinner."

"it is good."

Qin Yiyue saw that Ning Fang picked up his phone and went back to the kitchen to continue his work.

Her cooking skills are not bad now, because of the little guy, she signed up for a cooking class to learn how to cook systematically.

It is not as difficult as she imagined to have the chef guide the kitchen, and it only takes a little more than an hour to prepare a table of delicious meals.

When Qin Yiyue brought the soup to the table, Qin Qiuyang and Luo Mingmei came in, their expressions were not very good.

After Ning Fang greeted the two of them, he went to the kitchen to help with the dishes and rice cooker.

Luo Mingmei looked around the living room and dining room but did not find the little guy, but saw the milk bottle lying on the ground.

Luo Mingmei asked: "Qin Yiyue, are you bullying my little grandson?"

"Go in and ask him yourself, and don't clean up the milk bottle, you can clean it up by yourself when he calms down."

"All right, all right, I won't interfere with your education method." Luo Mingmei said as she opened the door and entered the master bedroom.

Qin Yiyue said to Qin Qiuyang and Ning Fang: "Dad, Brother Ning, let's eat."

Qin Qiuyang nodded, and sat down at the table without much interest.

Ning Fang noticed that their emotions were not quite right, and asked suspiciously, "Is something wrong?"

"It's okay, I don't have a good appetite." Qin Qiuyang replied.

Seeing this, Ning Fang didn't continue to ask.

If she could tell him, Qin Yiyue would tell him.

Luo Mingmei carried the little guy out, and as soon as the little guy saw Qin Yiyue, he turned his head away from looking at her.

Qin Yiyue didn't touch his bad luck, and chatted with Qin Qiuyang and Ning Fang about the next work.

The little guy snorted a few times in displeasure, and began to pick up the millet porridge and small side dishes in front of him one by one.

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After the meal, Ning Fang cleaned up the dishes and went to wash the dishes.

Qin Yiyue crossed her arms and looked at the little guy, "Master Yu, after eating and drinking, shouldn't your old man make a show of cleaning up the masterpiece you made in a fit of anger?"

"I don't want to take it." After eating and drinking, the little guy was not as angry as before, and his words were softer.

"Are you going to throw it there for us to admire?"

"Mommy wipe the floor for me."

"I don't want to accept it." Qin Yiyue blocked him with what he said a second ago.

"Mommy is bad."

"Well, no matter how bad you are, it's not as bad as you. Baby, you're a man, so you just solved what you did. As a successor to socialism, you are so irresponsible and responsible. Be good, hurry up."

The little guy was still not happy, "You bullied me before I recovered from my illness."

"Young man, don't doubt the gold content of your mommy's medical license. Proper exercise after illness will help the body recover."

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