Gu Cheng was warming the porridge and stirring it with a spoon.

He is tall.

When I turned around, I saw Song Yiyi beating her father.

The curtain near the window was open, and the doctor advised ventilation.

Probably because I felt embarrassed.

Gu Chengze handed Huo Tianqi another spoon and said, "How about... you help too..."

Huo Tianqi naturally saw it too. She turned around, took the spoon blankly, and nodded blankly: "Okay."

The two of them stirred the same porridge silently.

No one dared to ask what happened.

Cen Yue took Song Yiyi's hand and whispered, "Wife, go slowly, don't hurt yourself."

He was even concerned about whether Song Yiyi's hand would be hurt.

And what if she gets involved?

Don't use force.

Song Minghui: “…”

Only his cheeks burned with pain.

Song Yiyi's eyes were clear, and there was coldness in her eyes as she looked at Song Minghui.

Her tone of voice changed, a tone she had never used before: "Wake up! Try hitting my daughter again!"

Song Yiyi's voice was not loud when she spoke.

Only the two people sitting by the bed heard it.

When Song Minghui heard this familiar tone, his pupils shrank suddenly.

What else did he want to ask.

Song Yiyi slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Song Minghui opened his eyes wide and looked at Cen Yue. His fingers trembled as he pointed at himself and then at Song Yiyi.

Cen Yue avoided the question and pretended not to hear it.

He actually knew in his heart that the words just now were not said by Song Yiyi.

This slap from my father-in-law.

It's not unfair.

It’s not that I don’t want to retaliate, it’s just that the time has not come yet!

Cen Yue was also waiting anxiously.

If nothing unexpected happens, his wife should have recovered her memory.