"Chenchen, please give it to me! I will take good care of him... That's right! Why are you saying this again? Aren't you a good person? Let me tell you, even though I call you miss, don't expect me to help you.
Take care of them, if you are not here, they will be miserable..." Fei Ying emphasized the words "miserable".
"You don't know how!" Mu Yiyi smiled at her, "If you don't care, I will never let you go..."
"I hate it! You are awesome!" Feiying said with red circles in his eyes, "I make you laugh, but you make me cry, a heartless woman..."
Suddenly, Mu Yiyi made a silent gesture: "Okay, it's very late, no more talking! Let's go!"
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After entering the house, Mu Yi went to Ye Xinyi's room on the ground floor. Lei Haochen was already asleep on the bed.
"You haven't slept yet?" Ye Xinyi, who saw her coming in and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Sipa under the bedside lamp, raised her head.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Mu Yi walked over and bent down to look at his son who was sleeping soundly. He leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.
"Let me take a look at the silk handkerchief. I haven't used needlework for many years. Let's take a look at the stitching."
"I haven't traced the pattern for you yet. I'll help you with it tomorrow! I just don't know if you could trace it as well as before!" Mu Yiyi looked at his injured wrist and said, "This hand is obviously not as flexible as before.
I’m afraid the circle won’t be round anymore!”
"Mom, I will embroider whatever you draw," Ye Xinyi put down the silk handkerchief, took Mu Yiyi's wrist and looked at it, gently caressed the scar, and said lovingly, "It's all
I blame mom for losing you in the first place, otherwise, how could you have suffered so much?"
"I'm not bitter, really!" Mu Yiyi looked at Ye Xinyi's sparse black hair, and thought of the young and beautiful woman in the photo, and her heart felt like needles pricking her heart.
Ye Xinyi has undergone brain surgery, and hair cannot grow in some areas, so she looks very sparse and aged.
She thought, if she had brain surgery, the same thing would happen!
She couldn't face Lei Yufeng like that.
"Jing, find a man to take care of you and Chenchen! Chenchen can't live without a father!"
Mu Yiyi smiled bitterly and replied: "I found it, and that's not Xiaochen's father. Besides, my heart...is dead!"
"Jing, actually, mom has been very lucky. Even after this, she can still wake up and see you and have a grandson. So, there is nothing that I can't handle. Whatever you want to do, don't take care of me. Mom's biggest wish in this life
I just want to see you and Chenchen happy, and I hope someone can take care of you!"
"Mom wants to be lazy and doesn't want to worry about me and Xiaochen!" Mu Yi rested her head on Ye Xinyi's shoulder, leaning against her with peace of mind, "I will rely on my mother for the rest of my life, don't even think about pushing me out!"
"I'm not good anymore. My IQ has dropped and my memory is not good. I might become an idiot again one day..."
"How is that possible? Your rehabilitation doctor said that you have recovered very well. No matter what, Xiaochen and I are relying on you," Mu Yiyi leaned over and hugged Ye Xinyi, and said coquettishly, "Mom
,I love you!"
This sound made Ye Xinyi feel so sweet that she patted Mu Yiyi on the back with a smile: "Silly boy!"
After a while, Ye Xinyi said again: "I just asked Chenchen to call Si Quan!"