"Well, is it okay if I don't go? Well, let me pick you up first. It's really cold down there."

Yiqing's ankle hurt a lot every time she moved. After trying to stand up but failed, she had no choice but to look to Du Yong for help.

Du Yong, a rough man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, felt his ears burning for no reason when he met those eyes that were as clear and penetrating as a deer's.

He cleared his throat disguisedly, bent down and easily picked up the woman's petite, thin body.

The unexpectedly light start made Du Yong frown in dissatisfaction.

This woman doesn't usually eat meat, right? She's too light. I feel like the heating pad might be heavier than her.

Nuan Bao: Thank you, I'm impressed. Also, I'm afraid your brain is full of tofu pudding. You can't even tell the difference between 30 kg and 90 kg. How can you be a lousy leader?

"Hey, put me down. I can walk by myself."

Yiqing is now learning not only embroidery from Grandma Chen but also other aspects of her education from several other elderly people. While her appearance may seem unchanged, her language has changed significantly, and she's even called herself "I" instead of "I." Judging solely by her behavior, no one would connect her with Liu Dani, once disliked by her ex-in-laws.

"Don't move, the ground is slippery, be careful not to fall together."

Every step Du Yong took seemed to be measured with a ruler; it was so even, steady and powerful.

Smelling the faint smell of tobacco and alcohol on the man, Yiqing's heart beat uncontrollably faster.

After patting her hot cheeks, Yi Qing jumped out of Du Yong's arms in a panic after Du Yong sent her to the door, limped out and ran away.

Du Yong:

Looking at the fragrant baby clothes in his arms, Du Yong somehow put them into his arms and took them back to his room.

The next day, before Du Yong left the Liu family, he was met by Liu Yiqing, who looked uneasy.

"Um, did you pick up a half-made baby dress last night?"

Du Yong put his hands in his trouser pockets and tightened them slightly. When he looked up at Liu Yiqing, a hint of mischief unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

"Yes, how are you going to thank me? How about making me a pair of shoes?"

After saying this, not only Liu Yiqing was stunned, but Du Yong himself was also stunned.

He eats the food of the rich, so why does he suddenly have the audacity to ask the common people for things? It's really outrageous. He must have drunk too much yesterday, and the alcohol is still in his body, so his mind is confused.

Du Yong opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but suddenly heard Liu Yiqing's voice quietly reply, "Okay, what size are your feet? Is 42 enough?"

Du Yong was flattered and his eyes widened.

He originally thought that the shy Liu Yiqing would not answer him, but he did not expect that she not only answered him, but also gave him such an unexpected answer.

"Those shoes are my thank you gift to you!"