Although that was the case, Mrs. Yan still frowned uncontrollably and worried about Yan Chuyan's increasingly serious stomach problems over the years.
Elder Yan said faintly, "If you are worried, just tell Jiang Ruan more, let Jiang Ruan stare at him. He is such a big person, and he doesn't care about his body, what can we do? Huh, Brat!"
Old Madam Yan thought of the phone call Jiang Ruan had made to herself, and couldn't help but muttered, "Where does Jiang Ruan live in Ayan? I think it's almost the same if Ayan manages Ayan."
Speaking of this, Old Man Yan also frowned, "Then let him come back for dinner, I don't believe that if he stares at him every day, he can still eat on time."
After hearing what Old Man Yan said, Mrs. Yan suddenly had an idea in his head, and immediately clapped her hands, "You are right, I can stop Ayan."
When Yan Chuyan woke up, it was already in the afternoon, and after a good night's sleep, he was refreshed, and he didn't even feel the stomachache.
Sitting up, he realized that there was something soft beside him. Yan Chuyan felt it out suspiciously, only to realize that it was a pink hot water bottle.
Don't even think about it, know that this must be Jiang Ruan's thing.
Yan Chuyan began to recall that before he fell asleep, Jiang Ruan seemed to have stuffed this thing in and helped him tighten the quilt.
Yan Chuyan suddenly thought of the word "warm" at this moment. It seemed that for a long time, every time he suffered from stomach problems, he would feel uncomfortable for a long time. This time he came and went in a hurry. Could it be the hot water bottle
Yan Chuyan subconsciously did not want to think about the warmth that Jiang Ruan brought, shook his head, and then stood up.
When I went downstairs, I found that Jiang Ruan and his mother were sitting together and didn't know what they were talking about, making his mother laugh.
Old Madam Yan saw Yan Chuyan's figure sharply, and immediately waved, "Ayan, are you up? Is it better?"
Yan Chuyan strolled over, put his hands in his pockets, and then sat directly on the other side of Mrs. Yan.
"It's much better, Mom, I said so that you don't have to worry about it. These are all minor problems."
After hearing this, Mrs. Yan frowned, the smile on her face disappeared, and then she patted Yan Chuyan severely.
"What are you talking about? What's a minor problem, just your stomach disease is also called a minor problem? You're so angry that I have it!" After saying this, Mrs. Yan angrily.
Jiang Ruan glanced at Yan Chuyan, and then confessed his fate to coax Mrs. Yan.
"Mom, don't be angry, Ayan just doesn't want you to worry about saying this."
"I don't want to worry about it, but I should take care of my stomach problems. At a young age, I have a lot of problems. What kind of work can be more important than the body. How can there be such a stupid person when I work hungry."
Although Mrs. Yan was speaking to Jiang Ruan, she was talking about Yan Chuyan in the secret, and Jiang Ruan should not be, nor should she be, she could only smile awkwardly.
Yan Chuyan had a headache on his face. Sure enough, his mother called herself back to talk about this matter.
"Mom, I have a sense of measure in my body, you..."
"Proper measure? What is your sense of measure? Tell me, how many times have you had stomach problems in these years, and how many times have you been in the hospital? Every day you know work, work, Yan is important, but you Yan Chuyan is omnipotent, right? I’m going to mad at your mother. Forget it, I don’t care about you. I can’t control you anyway.”
Before Yan Chuyan finished speaking, Mrs. Yan interrupted him.
Hearing Yan Chuyan carelessly and even perfunctorily put forward the word "provision", the worry that had been in the heart of the old lady for many days finally broke out, stood up, and tremblingly pointed at Yan Chuyan with his fingers, even the voice was much higher.
Seeing Mrs. Yan's eyes moist, Jiang Ruan was poked in his heart instantly, so he quickly winked at Yan Chuyan.
Yan Chuyan stood up helplessly, and Jiang Ruan supported Mrs. Yan from the left to the right, and Jiang Ruan also played the round in a timely manner.
"Mom, don't think about it so much. I asked the doctor before. The doctor said that Ayan's illness should be taken care of. Don't worry."
Yan Chuyan also took the conversation quickly, "Have you heard it, I said it's not serious. Isn't it OK for me to eat on time in the future?"
"No!" Mrs. Yan was also on the bar with Yan Chuyan at this time, but Yan Chuyan had always had no choice but to take his mother.
I can only soften my tone and ask: "Then what do you want to do?"
Mrs. Yan made it clear that she did not trust Yan Chuyan, and asked, "You agree to everything I say?"
Yan Chuyan nodded, can he say not to agree at this moment
"Then you and Jiang Ruan will move back first. I want to watch you eat on time."
"Ah? Me too?" Jiang Ruan was the first to speak out, his eyes filled with disbelief, and then he pointed at himself uncertainly with his hand.
Mrs. Yan tightly grasped Jiang Ruan's hand, "A Ruan, of course you have to move back. If A Yan comes back alone, wouldn't you live alone? How can this be done!"
Jiang Ruan wanted to say that it was okay. He lived by himself all these days! But in front of Mrs. Yan, Jiang Ruan closed his mouth subconsciously and decided to throw the problem to Yan Chuyan.
"Mom, you should ask Ayan about this."
So Mrs. Yan immediately turned her head to look at Yan Chuyan, "Do you agree or not!"
"Whatever you say, I will listen to you."
After listening to Yan Chuyan's answer, Mrs. Yan was finally satisfied, "You are almost the same. By the way, A Ruan made porridge for you, and it's still in the kitchen. You drink more while it's hot, which is just right for your stomach. "
Yan Chuyan turned his eyes towards Jiang Ruan, wondering what little trick Jiang Ruan was playing, so he actually cooked porridge for himself again.
At this moment, Yan Chuyan completely forgot that when he was in the hospital, he was drinking Jiang Ruan's porridge.
Jiang Ruan looked a little evasive. She did not expect that Mrs. Yan turned her head and sold herself. She was indeed grateful to Yan Chuyan and was willing to do something for Yan Chuyan. But Mrs. Yan's words and the look in Yan Chuyan's eyes just now, why Make yourself feel so strange
Yan Chuyan didn't say much, and walked directly into the kitchen. Seeing Yan Chuyan's appearance, Mrs. Yan's expression of satisfaction grew more and more.
When he looked at Jiang Ruan again, his eyes could not help but floated on Jiang Ruan's stomach.
Now that the relationship between these two children is pretty good, does this mean that I will have grandchildren soon
At this moment, Mrs. Yan looked at Jiang Ruan's eyes even more fiercely.
Looking at the steaming porridge in the purple casserole, the heat in front of him suddenly caught Yan Chuyan's eyes. In the dimness, Yan Chuyan seemed to see Jiang Ruan making porridge seriously, so attentive, so that he felt Peace of mind and warm heart.