Yang Cheng roared in anger, "You're boiling water for me to bathe? Are you trying to kill me?"
The aunt glanced at Song Hengjue, stepped forward, slapped her forehead, and said with concern, "Sir and Miss usually put hot water in the bathtub and mix it with cold water before taking a bath. Who knew you were in such a hurry? You weren't careful at all. Look how hot it is. I'll call the doctor right away."
The implication is that you stayed in someone else's master bedroom, so if you weren't careful, who can you blame?
Looking at his hand, which was swollen like a pig's trotter, Yang Cheng had no energy left to worry about it and immediately rushed downstairs.
Yang Qingheng pulled the hand off her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Song Hengjue.
How come she doesn't remember the water heater in the master bedroom being so hot?
Song Hengjue touched his nose, coughed lightly, looked away, and didn't say anything.
Yang Qingheng found his guilty look somewhat amusing: "You bad boy."
She was surprised to see that despite the commotion, Gao Xiao'e hadn't rushed out to support her precious son.
The aunt understood and whispered in her ear: "This afternoon, my husband said that his mother-in-law and brother-in-law came. To show respect, he wanted to cook for them himself. However, the green beans were not cooked properly, and they vomited and had diarrhea after eating them. They are now lying in the guest room."
What she actually wanted to say was "looking half-dead," but considering that this was Miss Yang's biological mother, and that although she was rude, there might be some affection between them, she didn't dare to say it.
Unexpectedly, Yang Qingheng burst out laughing the next second: "So disheveled? Let me go see."
Pushing open Gao Xiao'e's door, the old lady's face was deathly pale. When she saw Yang Qingheng, she mumbled a few weak curses, which Yang Qingheng couldn't hear clearly, but she didn't care to hear them, since she hadn't come to show concern for her.
He plopped down on the edge of Gao Xiao'e's bed, worriedly saying, "I've already scolded Hengjue. His cooking skills are so mediocre, how can he cook for you? Judging from your condition, you probably can't eat greasy food anymore. I'll have the nanny make you porridge every day so you can take good care of yourself."
Gao Xiao'e let out a scream: "My hand! My hand!"
Yang Qingheng exclaimed in surprise and quickly stood up: "I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't know you put your hand here."
Gao Xiao'e's face turned even paler, and she trembled with anger as she recalled Yang Qingheng's earlier promise to feed her plain porridge every day.
She's here to enjoy herself! Why is she eating bird's nest instead of abalone, and drinking plain porridge?!
However, Yang Qingheng had already walked out and gently closed the door: "Mom, you should rest well. I won't bother you anymore."
Gao Xiao'e was so angry that she had nowhere to vent her anger, and she fainted.
"Finally, things have quieted down." Yang Qingheng clapped her hands, put her hands on her hips, and chuckled.
The aunt stood to the side and silently glanced at the couple in front of her.
There's an old saying that goes, "Birds of a feather flock together," and the same old saying applies to how people can be just as infuriating.
But this method was really satisfying to use to deal with those two today!
The aunt almost burst out laughing; the resentment she felt from being bullied by those two shameless people today vanished instantly.
"Thank you for your hard work today, Auntie. You should go home and rest. I had the driver buy some tonics on the way back, so you can take them home and eat them." Yang Qingheng comforted her and personally escorted her to the door.
Turning around, Yang Qingheng saw Song Hengjue still gazing at her expectantly from the entrance hall. She waved him over and said, "Have you eaten yet? Come and have dinner with me."
At night, Yang Qingheng sat on the bed after taking a shower, still worried about Song Hengjue going to the company. She kept knitting a scarf, but finally threw it away in annoyance.
"If you're going to buy a scarf, then it has to be this one?" She's been knitting it for two days already, isn't she tired of it!
Song Hengjue was happily knitting on the side, but upon hearing this, her face fell, and she said sourly, "Oh, I don't even deserve a scarf anymore. Oh well, I don't necessarily need this one." She climbed out of bed to go wash up.
Yang Qingheng was annoyed to see him sulking, but when she saw the scar on his head that hadn't healed yet, she swallowed her anger.
She endured it because he was so pitiful!
After working late into the night, I finally finished the second half of the knitting. When I turned around, the man was fast asleep.
Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth and fiercely shoved the towel over his face. If she couldn't sleep, he wouldn't have an easy time either!
The man opened his eyes groggily, looked at her blankly, took her hand and kissed it affectionately, then closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
never mind.
Yang Qingheng's anger subsided considerably.
Why bother arguing with a pathetic wretch with amnesia?
I subconsciously touched my lower abdomen, and became even more worried.
"Oh, is Ms. Yang accompanying her fiancé to work?"
Yang Qingheng, arm in arm with Song Hengjue, had just stepped out of the elevator when she bumped into Li Nian. She didn't even glance at him, and went straight to open the office door with Song Hengjue.
Li Nian was given a cold shoulder, but instead of getting angry, she raised an eyebrow and a smile appeared in her flirtatious peach blossom eyes.
In the past, he would have had to think twice before daring to provoke Yang Qingheng, but now he's not afraid at all. On the contrary, he feels that this woman will come begging to him one day.
"Can you understand it?" Yang Qingheng asked, holding a cup of coffee and sitting in a chair next to her desk, leaning slightly against the table.
Song Hengjue pursed his lips, clutching the document, his eyes filled with confusion, and shook his head awkwardly.
"It's okay, take your time if you can't understand it. I'll explain it to you one by one." Yang Qingheng sighed, not expecting him to understand it all at once.
The reason they made him learn these things was actually to make him put on a show in front of the shareholders.
"You're so good to me." Song Hengjue stared intently at the top of her head, slowly and intentionally moving closer until his thin, rosy lips almost touched her lustrous earlobe.
Yang Qingheng was completely unaware, and she took the document and explained it to him sentence by sentence, involving some professional knowledge. She even drew diagrams for him on the spot, afraid that he would not understand.
Fortunately, although Song Hengjue had not studied company management, he was still somewhat talented. Moreover, he seemed to have always been interested in mechanics, so explaining professional knowledge to him was not too difficult.
"Did you understand?" Yang Qingheng's voice was hoarse from speaking, so she took a sip of tea to moisten her throat.
Turning her head, she saw Song Hengjue staring blankly at her hand, and her brow twitched: "Did you even understand?"
"Probably." Song Hengjue suddenly came to his senses.
Even when Yang Qingheng's company was first established and she was training new employees, she wasn't this dedicated. The key is that she's being so serious, but the student is still daydreaming. Her back teeth are clenched: "Okay, then let's move on to the next document."
Song Hengjue refused, spreading his hands and saying, "I'm thirsty."
Yang Qingheng placed her cup on the table: "Have some tea."
"I don't want to drink this, it doesn't taste good. Make me fruit tea instead," Song Hengjue said shamelessly.
"You're still bothering me!" Yang Qingheng was so angry that her stomach hurt. Every day it's either a scarf or fruit tea, when will it ever end?
Song Hengjue slammed the documents on the table, abandoning his work: "Then I'm not reading anymore, I'm going home."
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