Li Minglang and Jiang Yuezhou came to the door of the kitchen, only to see a large plate of dishes all buckled on the ground, and the plates fell to the ground and shattered, a mess, "Broken and safe, safe years!" Li Minglang hugged Xiao Moting and smiled, "Look at your mother, how festive!"

Ye Beibei squatted on the ground and began to clean up, and in a panic, the glass cut his hand, and red blood beads quickly gushed out, dripping on the white broken porcelain plate, snow-white and blood-red, and the color was dazzling.

Jiang Yuezhou and Li Minglang changed their faces at the same time again, but this time Jiang Yuezhou, who did not hold the child, took the lead, he took a step forward, took out a tissue from the shelf and wrapped it on Ye Beibei's bleeding fingers, and asked worriedly: "It hurts, is it deep, do you want to go to the hospital?"

"It's okay, it's okay!" Ye Beibei endured the pain and shook his head again and again, "It's just a little broken, I'll go find Bondi to wrap it." ”

Jiang Yuezhou was tall and fast, stood up and stretched out his hand, opened the cabinet above his head, and there was indeed a box of band-aids on the edge, he took out a sticker, tore it open, and carefully handled Ye Beibei's wound.

Ye Beibei stared at him with surprised eyes, and asked in astonishment, "You...... How do you know where my band-aid is?"

"Didn't you always put the band-aid at home here!" Jiang Yuezhou said lightly, but only he knew the bitterness in it. After Ye Beibei left, he carved every corner and every furnishing of the house into his mind. The band-aid was put in the cupboard by Ye Beibei, and she occasionally hurt her hand when she cut vegetables, so she put the band-aid there.

Jiang Yuezhou's tall figure covered Ye Beibei's whole person, the distance was too close, and the faint smell of tobacco on his body came to his nose, this is his unique taste, this feeling, it's really warm damn, Ye Beibei's nose was sore, his hand hung down at his side, and he held it tightly, trying to restrain the urge to wrap around his waist.

There was an inexplicable ambiguity circulating in the air, and Dawn Lang's face was already full of black lines, and they thought they were dead! His face was gloomy, and he looked at Jiang Yuezhou and Ye Beibei gloomily, coughed lightly, and said: "Beibei, Moting's illness is just right, and he can't be stimulated." ”

Ye Beibei was startled at this time, and suddenly woke up, she pulled out the hand that had been bandaged from Jiang Yuezhou's warm big hand, broke the silence of the restless person, lowered her head to find a broom, and cleaned up the mess.

Jiang Yuezhou sighed silently, walked over and took the broom in her hand, "I'll come, your hands are more convenient." ”

In the past two days, Ye Beibei has become somewhat accustomed to Jiang Yuezhou rolling up his sleeves and working in front of her, she obediently handed the broom to Jiang Yuezhou, and watched him carefully clean the ground.

Xiao Moting was worried about Ye Beibei's hand and beckoned her, "Mom, come here, let me see how your hand is?"

Ye Beibei couldn't refuse the child, walked to Liminglang, who was hugging Xiao Moting, raised his hand to show Xiao Moting, and comforted him: "Look at it, it's okay, it's no longer bleeding." ”

There was an extremely weird smile between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and he said affectionately: "Son, don't worry, your mother is injured, and your father has done all the housework these days." "His brisk and happy tone is extremely inflated.

Ye Beibei heard him start talking nonsense again, turned his head and hurriedly looked at Jiang Yuezhou, Jiang Yuezhou also finished cleaning up at this time, put down the things in his hand, he looked at Ye Beibei's fine teeth biting his lip, his uninjured fingers twisted, his bones turned a little white, sighed, and then said softly: "Beibei, you are busy, I'll go back first!"

Ye Beibei pursed her lips, she didn't say anything after all, watched him put on his clothes, said goodbye to Li Minglang and Xiao Moting very politely, and turned to leave.

Li Minglang already knew that as soon as Jiang Yuezhou left, Ye Beibei was going to be angry with himself, he hugged Xiao Moting and hid on the side of the sofa, and kept instilling in him the benefits that he had brought to him by staying to eat, who knew that Ye Beibei stood stupidly at the door for a while, and when he turned around, he didn't look at him with a calm face, but only greeted Xiao Moting, "Son, come over for dinner!"

Hearing Ye Beibei's greeting, Li Minglang put his hand on his forehead, closed his eyes and panted slightly. Seeing that he was sitting on the sofa and didn't move, Xiao Moting didn't know why, and pulled Li Minglang excitedly, "Dad, Mom is calling us to eat!"

"Little Ancestor, you really help me!" Dawn sat up angrily and pinched Xiao Moting's nose, "Your mother just called her son, not us!"

Xiao Moting smiled and grimaced at him, "You are already so statusless in front of your mother, what can you do if you are a son once?"

Li Minglang was so angry by his words that he wanted to commit suicide by hitting the wall, and after a hundred, even a little kid could see that he was in front of Ye Beibei, he looked up at Ye Beibei, who was already sitting at the dining table and began to eat, knowing that it was impossible to expect her to ask him to eat, so he was pulled by Xiao Moting, half-pushed and half-hung to the table and sat down, took out the dry red he brought and poured himself a drink.

Ye Beibei was in no mood to pay attention to him today, and she also knew that this guy was always moody, he didn't speak, and she happened to be happy.

"Look at your useless appearance! I still miss him!" Li Minglang glanced at Ye Beibei and said with a sneer.

"What do you think, what's wrong, are you jealous?" Ye Beibei answered expressionlessly and ate the vegetables.

"Ye Beibei, the way you look now reminds me of a word. Li Minglang stared at her, raised his voice and said provocatively: "You look like a resentful woman now!"

"Liminglang, there is a limit to my patience, you either shut up and eat, or leave immediately!" Ye Beibei frowned and said angrily.

Li Minglang sipped French dry red lightly and crossed Erlang's legs, "I finally saw your virtuous and docile little daughter-in-law in front of Jiang Yuezhou, tsk, it really hurts!"

Ye Beibei was completely angered by him, and slammed the chopsticks on the table, Li Minglang hurriedly looked at Xiao Moting with his eyes to help, who knew that before Xiao Moting on the table could speak, Xiao Moyan, who was sleeping in the house, cried loudly.

Li Minglang was secretly glad that he had avoided this scolding.

On the third day after the New Year, Sister Wu returned from home, Ye Beibei felt a lot lighter on her body, she began to prepare for her new job, looking through professional books, looking for information on the Internet, just when she regained her courage and planned to move forward bravely for a new life, she received a very unexpected phone call.

Ye Beibei put down the phone, sat stupidly on the sofa for a while, and then began to clean herself up from head to toe like a great enemy, and then went out tremblingly, although she didn't want to go in her heart, but even if she lived another fifty years, this person was still something she didn't dare to refuse.