Chapter 641

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Language Qing smell speech, bite lip silence down.

The fingers placed on the side of the body tightly hold the hem of the clothes, which makes me feel confused for a moment.

Vicissitudes of life, changes of events, missed them, can they still be together?

The old lady thought Yuqing was shy and didn't do it. She patted Yuqing's hand and said, "haven't you come back for a long time? Take a good look in the garden outside. I'm old and my energy is not as good as before, so I won't go with you. "

Yu Qing got up and helped the old lady to bed.

"Mom, then I won't disturb your rest."

"Go

Outside the door, Wenqiao stood at the door, and the conversation in the room was already full of tears.

Just now housekeeper Hua came to call her in person and said that the old lady had something to do and asked her to go to the bedroom.

She came and heard them talking.

So it is!

Father and mother are not as unbearable as Jun yechen said.

Grandma asked her to come here, not really have something to look for her, but in her way to tell her the truth between mom and dad.

How can mother tell such a truth?

Yu Qing opens the door and looks at Wen Qiao standing in front of the door with tears in her eyes.

"What's the matter with you, Joe? Is there something wrong? "

"Mom!"

Wen Qiao bursts into Yu Qing's arms crying and buries her face in her shoulder socket.

The scalding tears wet Yuqing's thin shirt and made her more anxious. "Daughter, don't cry, don't scare your mother. Tell your mother what happened quickly."

"Ma I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that to you! " Wen Qiao nests in the bosom of language Qing, the voice stuffy says.

Language Qing a Zheng, immediately then understand.

She must have heard the old lady talking to her just now.

Raised his hand, gently stroked her back, "it's OK, mom lost you so long, let my baby eat so much pain, I'm sorry."

Wenjo shook his head like a rattle. "No, I don't blame you at all."

If it wasn't for mom's deep love for Dad and for her, she would never have been able to come to this world.

"Child, thank you for being considerate of your mother."

Inside the door, the old lady pricked up her ears and listened to the conversation between the mother and daughter at the door, happily hooking her lips.

Two days later, Li mingjue was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward.

In the early morning, Mrs. Li ordered her servant to eat porridge and let Yuqing take it to the hospital to see Li mingjue.

The ward is on the top floor of the hospital. Only the top VIP here can be admitted.

The room is warm and tidy. At first glance, it doesn't look like a ward, but like a presidential suite in a seven star hotel.

Go to the door, the ward door is not closed.

The doctor is telling the matters needing attention, "Mr. Li, you can't make a big move now. You can't go to the toilet and get up this week. All eating and drinking Lasa can only be solved in bed. Don't exert yourself."

"Please, doctor."

"If there is any discomfort, you can ring the bell on the wall, and we will come as soon as possible."

After the doctor's advice, he went out of the ward.

At the door, I happened to meet old lady Li and Yu Qing.

"Mrs. Li, madam."

"Doctor, hard work."

"That's what we should do, so I won't disturb you."

Yu Qing looks at the pink door and holds it tightly. Even her heart beat starts to accelerate uncontrollably.

Two days ago, I was worried about scratching my heart and lungs, but I became timid when I met.

After the doctor left, the old lady couldn't wait to open the door and walked into the room, "Baron, my son, how do you feel? Is there anything wrong? "

Li mingjue was in plaster, only one head and neck could rotate, and a piece of white gauze was wrapped around his forehead.

The old lady's heart is broken.

"Jun yechen, who was killed by a thousand swords, actually got it!"

Li mingjue thinks of the way junyechen is beaten by Mu Junhao. I'm afraid the situation is not as good as he is now!

Can't help laughing: "Mom, I'm ok, let you worry!"

It has been two or three months since Li mingjue was arrested.

Both eyes were wet.

The old lady used to be energetic, but now she looks worried and haggard. Her back is bent and her bags under her eyes are out. She looks several years old.

Li mingjue felt ashamed for a while. "Mother, I'm sorry. I'm the one who bothered you!"

The old lady waved her hand indifferently. When she supported Li mingjue on this road, she was ready to bear all the consequences."What nonsense? I encourage you to run for president. My mother is too proud for you. How can I blame you?"

In Li mingjue's deep eyes, a dark light glided by, "but I let my mother down!"

Mrs. Li sat down on the seat beside the bed, frowned and said, "son, nine times out of ten things in life are not satisfactory. We are not afraid of failure. The most important thing is that we have worked hard."

"Mother..."

I didn't expect that my mother not only didn't blame herself, but comforted herself. He was so ashamed that he didn't see through as well as his mother.

Mrs. Li pretended to be displeased and said, "when your body recovers, we won't talk about it now! Look at you. Your cheeks are so thin. Qing'er made porridge for you and drank some. "

Congee made by Qing'er

Li mingjue's frustrated eyes lit up immediately, looking forward to the door.

Standing at the door, Yuqing, who was already worried and didn't dare to enter, was embarrassed and just wanted to run away with the thermos.

This is not her porridge at all. It's made by a servant.

Although she also wanted to cook porridge for him, she didn't dare to

Hold the thermos tightly, turn around and want to leave.

Just turned around, inside the door, Li mingjue's anxious voice came, "Qing'er!"

Yu Qing took a deep breath and had to stop and open the door.

He forced a smile on his face and said, "brother, how do you feel now? Is there anything wrong? "

"Not bad."

Li mingjue's eyes fell on Yu Qing's face. His red and swollen face had gone away, and he was as white as jade again. He was suddenly relieved. "Just now my mother said that you stewed porridge for me. Is it millet and red bean porridge?"

Yu Qing

Now she can't take down the old lady's table, put the thermos on the table, and said ambiguously, "you just had an operation. You can't eat too much and drink less."

"Well."

Li mingjue was lying on the bed. Although he felt pain everywhere, he could not express his satisfaction when he looked at Yu Qing's busy figure.

I haven't been able to look at her so quietly for a long time. Thinking of how Jun yechen has treated Yu Qing these years, my dark pupil flashed a chill.