Yan Mo blinked, "Lu Yao, how are you a waste." ”

"You are not bad at studying, you are still an information commissioner, your father doesn't like you, it means that he is not a thing, how can there be parents who don't love their children?"

Lu Yao listened stunned.

Ever since his mother died, no one had said these things to him.

The father married the stepmother and didn't want him anymore as his biological son.

The only relatives on my mother's side are my uncle.

But my uncle is a gambler, and he still needs his father's relief, so he doesn't care about his own life or death.

After his mother left, no one encouraged him or praised him like this.

Lu Yao's tears flowed down again.

Fifteen-year-old boys find it a great shame to cry.

Especially crying in front of girls.

He kept wiping his tears, not wanting Yan Mo to see his embarrassed appearance.

"Brother, Lu Yao is also injured, you can ask the doctor to arrange a ward for him to recuperate."

Yan Mo also knew that Lu Yao wanted to save face, so he asked Yan Heng to take Lu Yao away.

"Then I'll come and see you tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

After Lu Yao left.

Luo Meiyao and Yan Zhifeng thought about coaxing their daughter to eat again.

But Yan Mo really didn't want to eat at all, she was disgusting and uncomfortable.

The concussion felt really uncomfortable.

But not eating is not good for the body's recovery.

Luo Meiyao was worried.

There was a knock on the door.

She turned her head to look out, and saw Li Beicheng standing at the door with a thermos bucket.

"Brother Beicheng."

Yan Mo was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to shrink into the quilt, but she didn't want it if she was weak-hearted.

As soon as the results came out today, she sent him a text message and said that she hadn't been fighting recently, and she was going to die.

As a result, as soon as the phone was put down, it was knocked on the hospital when I turned around.

If she says she didn't fight now, would he believe it?

"Uncle, aunt, I'll take a look at Momo."

"Don't move."

Li Beicheng turned his head and glared at the little girl who wanted to shrink into the quilt.

What are you hurting about, and you still dare to move?

"Oh."

Yan Mo instantly became honest, really motionless, and very well-behaved.

Luo Meiyao: "......"

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet, I don't want to eat, I want to throw up."

"Then you have to eat, I asked the maid to boil a bowl of chicken soup and drink it."

Li Beicheng put the thermos box on the table and took the chicken soup out.

"Okay."

Although Yan Mo didn't want to eat it, she still obediently responded.

Yan Zhifeng and Luo Meiyao, "? ”

Although the two old men made a marriage contract verbally.

But this child hasn't grown up yet, and he's not old enough to get married, so he listens to others?

"I, I can't hold the bowl."

Yan Mo looked at Li Beicheng with a blank eye.

I'm afraid that he will take the bowl of chicken soup and stuff it into his hand.

She was in pain all over her body now, and she didn't want to move at all.

Luo Meiyao was about to take the bowl of chicken soup.

No, Li Beicheng had already moved a chair to sit down, and scooped a spoonful of chicken soup at the back end and sent it to his daughter's mouth.

Yan Mo's eyes widened, and she opened her mouth stupidly and drank.

Li Beicheng scooped another spoonful, looking very patient.

"Brother Beicheng is so good."

The little girl suddenly became happy, and her eyebrows danced, "I did very well in this exam, and the teacher praised me." ”

"Well, so you're also praised for fighting, aren't you?"

"Did your teacher praise you for being both civil and military, literary and martial arts can be exported, and martial arts can punch tigers?"

The prince ridiculed a little girl, and he didn't relent.

"Brother Beicheng ......"