Chapter 132 Auntie, drink the soup! Chen Changbo’s chest heaved with anger: “……!!”
He had to send her away immediately. He wanted to call Zhao Xiangmei and would do so in a moment.
This is an evil star!
It can’t be done, it can’t be done. If this girl stays, she can send him away!
Yang Shuting didn't learn her lesson. She bit her lips and showed a sad expression again.
This made Chen Qingyi feel very sick.
It flashed before her eyes in an instant, almost face to face, which frightened her so much that tears began to roll down her cheeks.
Subconsciously want to run.
Being held firmly by Chen Qingyi, she said, "Oh, pitiful thing, why can't I help crying all the time?
Didn’t you have breakfast?
Look, he’s crying from hunger.
It’s okay, I made chicken soup for you.
It's fresh and hot, so I got up before four in the morning to eat it.
Auntie, you must drink it all and don’t waste my hard work.”
After saying that, he unscrewed the lunch box bucket and poured the chicken soup into the bowl. There was a layer of chicken oil, and it smelled delicious.
Yang Shuting was so scared that she kept shaking her head, her face full of rejection and her eyes full of fear.
She didn't know what was wrong with the chicken soup, but she knew that her stepdaughter had no good intentions.
The ill will towards her has always been out in the open.
I stretched my neck and searched the whole room for Chen Changbo, but found that he was no longer in the ward!
Chen Qingfeng: ...I dragged him away!
"Auntie, it's time to drink the soup." Chen Qingyi held the bowl considerately and put the spoon to her mouth.
That expression was exactly like "Da Lang, take the medicine!"
"drink!!"
Seeing that she still didn't open her mouth, she leaned over to Yang Shuting's ear and whispered, "If you don't drink, Chen Jiarou will drink!"
"...I drink" Poor thing, tears flowed like water from a reservoir.
It's out of control.
After taking the first sip, she couldn't help but feel like vomiting!
Chen Qingyi covered her mouth with one hand.
"Auntie Yang, I'm sorry, I'm from the countryside and have never made chicken soup before, so I didn't control the amount of salt well.
You can drink whatever you like."
Yang Shuting: This isn’t salty, it’s bitter!
He rolled his eyes and retched continuously, and finally finished the chicken soup before everyone else returned to the ward.
My whole stomach was churning.
Chen Jiarou, who was standing by, didn't dare to say a word. She curled up on the hospital bed and covered her head with the quilt.
The face hidden in the quilt had an especially sinister expression.
"Okay, now that you've finished drinking, I'll go wash the dishes." Chen Qingyi stood up and staggered out of the ward.
I saw Chen Qingfeng and Chen Changbo standing in a corner.
I don’t know what they are arguing about!
Chen Qingyi rolled her eyes and said loudly, "Third brother, stepmother has finished her chicken soup and asked us to wash the dishes."
After hearing this, Chen Qingfeng immediately let go of Chen Changbo, and Chen Changbo immediately ran back to the ward.
He is so worried!
Chen Qingyi looked at his back and thought of the empty pill bottle in the space.
He curled the corners of his mouth.
"Third brother, let's go find a doctor."
"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Chen Qingfeng was a little anxious.
"No..." After finding the gynecology department and seeing that there were no patients inside, Chen Qingyi walked in with a gloomy face.
"Doctor, I'm from Ward 205, Yang Shuting's daughter."
I felt a little sick.
"She, she asked me to tell her something. She, she wanted to check if she could still have children.
Can you please help me? Please! "
The doctor frowned, very responsible, and asked, "Why didn't she come and tell me herself?"
Chen Qingyi's face wrinkled, "She and my dad are remarried, and she doesn't want my dad to know about this.
It's not easy to be together again after a second marriage! She's afraid...
I'll come get it when the results come out, and I'll pay for it myself!"
Thanks to the art of language, it sounds like a stepfather and a real mother.
The doctor couldn't bear her pitiful look, but after thinking about it, he thought it was not a big deal and agreed.
After leaving the clinic, Chen Qingfeng asked in confusion, "Xiaoyi, what's the point of checking this?"
“Just because you can’t use it now doesn’t mean you won’t need it in the future.
Before we leave, let's find another doctor and try to check Chen Changbo again."
She never looks down on anyone.
She has always believed that art comes from life, and she has watched many melodramatic dramas.
It’s better to be prepared!
After the check, she felt more at ease.
"Just beat him up." Chen Qingfeng was obsessed with beating Chen Changbo.
The two did not return to the ward, but went straight back to the family quarters.
In this way, for three consecutive days, the brother and sister insisted on delivering loving soup, which was either bitter or spicy.
Yang Shuting always drank it with tears and retching.
That day, I just came back from delivering the uncooked pork liver soup. As soon as I opened the door, the man with thick eyebrows rushed over.
"Are you back?"
What's going on? Are they familiar with each other?
Chen Qingyi instantly became alert, wondering why this person was targeting her.
"Um, what's up?"
"Won't you invite me in to sit down?" As expected, the older he gets, the thicker his skin becomes, and his smile is quite friendly.
Without waiting for the two to reply, he walked into the yard and found a chair to sit down.
That relaxed look made him feel like he was back home.
He sat down without saying a word, but just looked at the two of them with a smile.
He didn't say anything, and neither of them spoke. They just stared at each other. Whoever spoke first would lose.
One minute passed...
Two minutes passed...
Five minutes later, Yu Haohan's mouth twitched and he coughed, "Ahem...that..."
He had just said two words, and halfway through, he choked again.
The brother and sister were blinking frantically, their eyes sore from staring.
This damn desire to win.
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