Fast wear: lying down life, so delicious

Chapter 258 The Domineering Boss's Little Wife 175

Lin Cuihua felt very panicked.

Her daughter is a secretive person who likes to think deeply about everything. What if she accidentally thinks something wrong?

"Don't worry! You're just overthinking it! In fact, if you follow my advice, just tell Yaoyao directly, what's the big deal! We are still her parents, can you not take care of us in our old age? Besides, if that boy can be born, she will have a younger brother, and she will be more confident in the Murong family!"

At first, Su Zhenguo didn't think this matter had anything to do with his daughter.

But Lin Cuihua kept nagging in his ear, and he didn't dare to speak.

It was better to have less trouble than more, so I listened to her and kept it a secret from my daughter.

Until now, whenever Su Zhenguo recalls the fetus that died before it was fully formed, an indescribable feeling of depression wells up in his heart.

This feeling was so overwhelming that he almost couldn't breathe, so much so that he subconsciously wanted to reach out for a cigarette to relieve his boredom.

But who would have thought that just as he took out the cigarette and before he could even light it, Lin Cuihua, who was already furious, started cursing.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, why don't I just beat you to death! Just do as you say, just as you say, you know nothing!"

Lin Cuihua's eyes widened with anger, and she pointed at Su Zhenguo and shouted loudly.

"How dare you mention that child? If it weren't for what you did, the child would still be safely in my belly!" Lin Cuihua became more and more angry as she spoke.

When Su Zhenguo saw that the situation was not right, he hurriedly stuffed the cigarette he had just taken out into his pocket.

"I didn't smoke, I didn't smoke, I just smelled it..."

Lin Cuihua didn't buy it, she glared at him, rushed forward, and stretched out her hand to grab the cigarette box from Su Zhenguo's hand. Su Zhenguo didn't dare to resist, so he could only let go obediently.

After Lin Cuihua snatched the cigarette box, without saying a word, she crumpled the exquisite cigarette box into a ball with both hands and threw it into the trash can.

"I let you smoke, I let you smoke!..."

Su Zhenguo felt a pang of pain in his heart when he looked at the destroyed cigarette box in the trash can.

Those were the high-end cigarettes that his son-in-law bought for him last time!

He treasured his cigarettes so much that he was reluctant to finish one at a time. He would always take them out to show off when there were people around, and then quickly and carefully put them away.

If Lin Cuihua hadn't been too strict during this period, all the other cheaper cigarettes in the house would have been smoked out, and he would have had no other choice but to secretly take out this box of high-end cigarettes to satisfy his craving.

Who could have thought that he would end up like this? This was the only "spiritual food" he had left!

It's all over now...

“…No, no more smoking, no more smoking!”

"Humph!"

After Lin Cuihua had vented her anger, she was too lazy to look at this cowardly guy, so she put a handful of melon seeds in her pocket and went out to find someone to chat with.

She wanted to show off her daughter's filial piety and make up for the joke she made last time.

You can blame someone if you want to. The last time a couple had a fight and ended up in the hospital, it became a topic of gossip for a long time after dinner.

During that period, every time she walked to a crowded place in the community pavilion, there would always be people pointing at her and whispering, making her feel embarrassed to go over and join in the fun.

Just as Lin Cuihua's figure gradually disappeared at the door, Su Zhenguo, who had been hiding in the corner and dared not say a word, seemed to be suddenly liberated.

He rushed to the trash can at lightning speed, stretched out his calloused hands, and quickly took out the crumpled pack of cigarettes from the trash can.

He held the cigarette carefully, as if he was holding some rare treasure, and his eyes were filled with heartache.

"Oh my, my life! This woman is so cruel..."

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"Mingyu, you're back!"

Yan Yi looked at her son who walked into the house with surprise on her face, her heart full of doubts.

You know, ever since Yang Aotian made that public statement, this kid has become mysterious and has been missing for three days or so.

This time, he was missing for a whole week.

At this moment, he suddenly appeared at home, which really made Yan Yi feel a little unbelievable.

"Mom, do you know where I've been recently?"

As Yang Mingyu spoke, an unconcealable smile appeared on his face.

There was a hint of complacency in that smile, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be mixed with a hint of disdain.

"Yes, my dear son, where have you been these days? You haven't been home for such a long time, and mom is worried sick!"

Yan Yi hurriedly walked forward, took Yang Mingyu's hand, and looked him up and down, fearing that he had suffered any injustice outside.

"The old man from the Murong family is in the hospital, did you know?"

Yang Mingyu raised his eyebrows and asked casually.

"Who? Murong Yunhao? I haven't heard of him! What happened to him?"

When Yan Yi heard the name Murong Yunhao, her eyes flickered slightly and her body stiffened involuntarily.

It was just a moment of hesitation, but it did not escape Yang Mingyu's sharp eyes.

Yang Mingyu quietly observed the changes in his mother's expression, trying to catch some clues from her subtle reactions.

"Oh, paralyzed."

Yang Mingyu uttered these two words lightly, as if he was just stating a very ordinary matter.

However, these two simple words hit Yan Yi's heart like a heavy hammer.

"What? How could he…"

Yan Yi widened her eyes and looked at Yang Mingyu in disbelief, her voice trembling with shock.

"Paralyzed! Literally."

Yang Mingyu said nonchalantly, with even a barely perceptible hint of gloating on the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this, Yan Yi's expression instantly became very complicated, and her heart was full of struggle.

"I went to see him! Where do you think I was recently?"

Yang Mingyu took the initiative to break this window paper.

"You went to see him?"

Yan Yi's eyes widened in disbelief, and her voice trembled slightly with surprise.

"Yes! I even stayed by his bedside as a filial son for a few days!"

Yang Mingyu's eyebrows were beaming as he spoke, and his words were full of pride.

“???” Yan Yi stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar son in front of her with a look of suspicion.

Yan Yi couldn't believe that the man in front of her was her son, the son who once hated Murong Yunhao to the core.

"Mom, you don't know! The old man is in such a miserable state now, lying alone on the hospital bed, unable to move, and his son and daughter-in-law don't care at all.

That old woman is right beside him, and she still despises him! No one cares when she poops and pees on him! Tsk, tsk, tsk…"

As Yang Mingyu described it vividly, he couldn't help but smacking his lips and shaking his head.