Mrs. Ding paused for a moment, with embarrassment on her face. She put down the chopsticks in her hand at a loss, "Is mom annoying you?"
See, that's it.
She clearly didn't mean it, but her mother was always careful as if she were a fragile doll.
Could it be that she buried herself under the quilt with irritation again? What she fears most is this kind of interpersonal relationship.
Mrs. Ding felt uncomfortable, and she felt uncomfortable inside, but she didn't know how to comfort her.
Mrs. Ding looked at Mo Fei's reaction, opened her mouth, and finally closed the lunch box, "Mom put the rice on the table for you. You can eat when you want. Mom goes to see your brother." Mrs. Ding With that said, he left here with a look of disappointment.
When Ding Junhui opened the door and came in, he happened to see his mother's disappointed face. He raised his head and glanced at Mo Fei, who was covered with a quilt over there, and reached out to hold his mother's arm.
Mrs. Ding patted her son's hand and finally left.
Ding Junhui went in after his mother left. After closing the door, he walked to the bed and sat down.
"Fei Fei, Mom just doesn't know how to be nice to you." Ding Junhui said, reaching out to pick up the lunch box, "If you feel uncomfortable like this, you can tell her."
Could it be that she opened the quilt irritably and glared at Ding Junhui. Looking at her mother's helpless look, she suspected that if she just said, "You don't have to be so nice to me," her mother would immediately fall into a heartbreak and faint. past.
Ding Junhui picked up the chopsticks and crushed the braised lion's head into pieces, then found a small piece and brought it to Mo Fei's lips, "I just saw Qian Yikun going out. Are you arguing again? I heard from my mother that the Qian family planned to wait. After you recover from your injuries, you go to our house to propose marriage."
Mo Fei took an angry bite and said, "Who wants to marry him?"
Ding Junhui chuckled, it was not up to them to decide whether to marry or not.
So Ding Junhui said that he had no intention of getting a specific answer from Mo Fei.
"I want to be discharged from the hospital. Being here is annoying me to death." Mo Fei looked at the bandage on her arm. Even when she was beaten like that by Ye Cong last time, she had never been so embarrassed. She had a splint on her arm. His ankles were all bandaged, and he almost looked like a mummy.
"I'm afraid this won't work." Ding Junhui said and continued to feed her, "And I heard from dad that he doesn't want you to get married so soon. After all, you just came back. How many years do they want to keep you with them?"
"Then how old am I?" Mo Fei subconsciously called out.
Ding Junhui looked at her with a half-smile.
Could it be: "..."
It was an accident just now, she didn't say anything.
"I think so too. Qian Yikun was not merciful at all when he knocked you unconscious. I also think that such a brother-in-law is unacceptable." Ding Junhui said with a smile, looking like a 'good brother'.
Could it be that she seriously felt that her brother was a little selfish
"By the way, where is Ye Cong?" Mo Fei asked while eating.
"I don't know. I was discharged from the hospital before. I don't know where I went." Ding Junhui replied. The job in her hand was taken away with disdain. Isn't it like she has both hands disabled
Mo Fei sneered, both father and son ran very fast.
Ding Junqi recovered the fastest. Nalan Chunbo has given him the script of the first episode, and he can figure it out in the hospital.