Otherwise, I won’t have time to accompany you in the future.
Xia Anlan said to Yan Qingsi: "Qingsi, if you don't like Rushuang, why don't I let her go back."
Yan Qingsi shook her head: "It's not necessary. I probably feel that I can't see through what she says."
Yan Qingsi shrugged: "Anyway, I don't like her very much, but don't worry, I know my grandma and grandma like her very much. I won't make it difficult for them, and there is no need to let her go back. She has this heart for her grandpa and grandma. It's rare in itself, there's no need to drive her away, if we really let him go, wouldn't it make us look like a small family?"
Xia Anlan touched Yan Qingsi's head: "We Qingsi are still very sensible."
Yan Qingsi raised her eyebrows: "Of course, I'm not a child anymore."
Yue Tingfeng curled his lips, touched his head, cut it!
Xia Anlan swept over, Yue Tingfeng touched his nose and looked in other directions.
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At the Xia family, Mrs. You said she wanted to help the old lady cook, but the old man refused. He had to cook himself and cook porridge for his wife.
"I promised to cook your aunt's first meal myself when she wakes up. You go and rest first, go, go."
In fact, he only knows how to cook white porridge, but now that's enough for the old lady.
"Uncle, don't you really need my help?"
The old man put the pot on the stove, poured water in, poured the washed rice in, and turned on the fire in an unskilled manner: "No, no, I can do it myself."
Mrs. You nodded: "Then... okay, I'll go out first. If you need any help from me, just ask."
"good."
Mrs. You stood outside the door and watched for a while. When she saw that the old man really didn't need her help, she left the kitchen.
Walking out of the kitchen, I heard the two maids who were cleaning the living room talking.
"Look, the old lady woke up as soon as Miss Qingsi came back. She is her biological child after all."
"Isn't that right? Miss Qingsi is really the old lady's lucky star. This blood relationship is closer than others."
"Yes, Miss Qingsi is probably the only one in the family. The old lady is so kind to Young Master You, and she can't help but love her granddaughter."
"After all, you are your own biological child, so you have to be better than outsiders."
Mrs. You's face turned uglier and uglier, and the hand holding the bag unconsciously tightened.
As the two were talking, they turned around and saw Mrs. You standing not far behind them. They were so frightened that they dropped the rag in their hands. The two stammered: "Mrs. You... Mrs. You..."
Mrs. You's expression slowly softened a little and she said, "The old man is cooking in the kitchen. You guys can go in and help him out later."
The two of them nodded quickly: "Hey, okay."
Mrs. You passed them and went upstairs.
Only after she disappeared did the two of them dare to vent their anger.
"Oh my god, I was scared to death. How could she... be behind me? Did she hear everything we said?"
"She should be... okay? We... didn't say anything? We didn't say how she was. What we said... are all facts."
Back in the room, Mrs. You could no longer control the emotions she had suppressed since the hospital. She leaned against the door, lowered her head, and trembled. Finally, she raised her hand and threw the bag in her hand to the ground.
She slid down against the door, sat on her knees, held her face in her hands and cried.
It's useless, it's still useless... After all the hard work, it's still useless.
Everyone in the Xia family did not regard her as a member of the family. What was wrong with her