"Pfft..." Yan Qingsi couldn't help laughing. She quickly put down the spoon for fear of choking.
Yue Tingfeng raised her chin provocatively towards Yan Qingsi, with an arrogant and unruly look on her face, as if to say: So what, I am so domineering and do what I say.
Mrs. Yue was stunned: "What did you say? Your brain is not broken, right?"
Yue Tingfeng's face turned dark: "It's broken. Why isn't it broken? It's burned." Desire burned over his head.
Yan Qingsi said to Mrs. Yue: "Auntie, your son's head is fine, but his kidneys are. Go back and buy him some aphrodisiacs."
Yue Tingfeng's face suddenly became so gloomy that water dripped from his face: "Yan Qingsi, you have to know that I will remember what you said today."
Yan Qingsi took a sip of porridge: "Tsk, you have to let me tell the truth. This is a conclusion I drew based on your performance and facts."
Mrs. Yue angrily shouted: "You are talking nonsense, my son is fine."
After saying that, he quickly asked Yue Tingfeng: "Really, son."
It was obvious that he had no confidence in his heart, and he was already making a fuss. His eyes were full of anxiety, and his tone showed the weakness in his heart.
Yue Tingfeng felt like he was going to be driven crazy by these two women. He just wanted to say: Mom, can you stop talking? I don’t ask for your help, don’t hold your son back from reaching his great goal
Yue Tingfeng gritted his teeth and said, "Of course not. Can you believe her lies?"
Yan Qingsi held her chin: "Why am I lying? Could it be that my last miscarriage was a lie? Young people, don't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment. If you don't treat it now, it will be more difficult in the future. After all, you still have no heirs."
Mrs. Yue was anxious because she didn’t have any children yet.
She looked worried and embarrassed: "Son, do you want to... go..." (Hospital)
Yue Tingfeng interrupted Mrs. Yue: "Mom, I beg you, just go shopping every day, do some beauty treatments, play cards with your friends, and have afternoon tea. Don't worry about other things. You If you really can’t keep up with your IQ, don’t be impatient.”
Yue Tingfeng really feels so tired now, so tired.
Damn it, his real mother, was fooled by Yan Qingsi so easily time and time again.
She believed him when he said she was pregnant and had a miscarriage. She believed him when he was a quick shooter. How many times had she been deceived by others
Mrs. Yue snorted and said: "Who do you think can't keep up with your IQ? If I can't keep up with my IQ, where did you get such a good brain? I'm your mother, and I can't care less about you."
Yue Tingfeng sighed, feeling very tired, and said, "Mom, if I really have a problem, how could she get pregnant?"
Yan Qingsi raised her hand: "That's because I'm in good health and can get pregnant easily."
She turned around and wanted to tease Mrs. Yue and said, "Auntie, do you want me to give you a grandson first, so that your son will not be really... you know."
Mrs. Yue gritted her teeth and moved the corners of her mouth a few times, as if she was thinking about what to say.
Yue Tingfeng held his forehead. I went and actually thought about it.
Such unreliable words are obviously lies, fuck... fuck...
Yue Tingfeng slapped the table, startling Yan Qingsi and Mrs. Yue.
He said: "Stop it all. If anyone dares to mention this matter, don't blame me for being impatient with you."
"Mom, it's 12 o'clock in the morning. If you don't sleep, do you want your face tomorrow?"
Mrs. Yue quickly touched her face, "I think so..." But she also wants grandchildren.
Yue Tingfeng pointed upstairs: "Go back to sleep, go back immediately."