Chapter 5: Retire! Cold and fierce

Qin Ping, who was slightly relieved in her heart, stretched her furrowed brows, ready to open her eyes and take a good look at her father and mother.

"Master, what's wrong with Qingping, do you want to take her to the hospital?"

A rush of footsteps entered the room from the outside, followed by a young man's voice overhead.

Master? Who is Daddy's apprentice? Why can't she remember?

No matter how hard she tried, she didn't have any memories of Ruan Qingping's life more than ten years ago in her mind except for the memory of last night.

Qingping (Qin Ping) sighed faintly in her heart, and her eyes were closed tightly.

"Yuan Hao, why are you here, the construction site shouldn't have gotten off work yet, right?"

Ruan Yongshan glanced at Li Yuanhao who walked in with complicated eyes, frowned, looked at Qingping's Li Yuanhao with concern, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Yuan Hao? I always felt that the name seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it.

Qingping held her breath and continued to listen carefully as she searched her memory.

"I-" Li Yuanhao was entangled for a moment, and then turned his head to see the thing in his hand.

"It's snowing, the construction site is on holiday, I have nothing to do, so I went to the forest farm to take a turn, but I didn't expect to be very lucky, I actually caught two pheasants."

Li Yuanhao put the thing wrapped in kraft paper in his hand on the table of the Eight Immortals, and opened the kraft paper.

"You child, your mother is not in good health, you keep it for her to make up for her body, why do you still bring one."

Zhou Xiumei glanced at the pheasant that had been cleaned, and her mood was extremely complicated.

The peace of the family has gone to work on the construction site, how can the construction site have a holiday?

The forest farm goes back and forth for at least four or five hours, and Yuan Hao, the kid, must have asked for leave to go to the forest farm, and the purpose is known without thinking about it.

"Since Yuan Hao brought it, you can clean it up, share some and stew some soup first, Qingping, this girl should make up for it."

"Then, then I'll clean up, you and Yuan Hao will talk first."

Zhou Xiumei sighed in her heart, moved off the kang, and took the pheasant to the kitchen.

"Sit down, I'll tell you something!"

Ruan Yongshan took two more puffs of dry tobacco and cheered himself up before he opened his mouth.

Li Yuanhao sat on the chair opposite Ruan Yongshan and raised his eyes to look at Ruan Yongshan, who was avoiding his gaze.

"Master, Qingping just fell and kowtowed, since Dr. Han said it was okay, then she would wake up soon."

There are some things he knows in his heart, although he is very sad in his heart, but since Qingping has not left, he still wants to wait for her to wake up and listen to her explanation.

Ruan Yongshan looked at Li Yuanhao through the smoke he spit out, "Yuanhao, the master is sorry for you, you and Qingping's relatives have retired, you can talk about the relatives again!" ”

"Master, I, I want to hear what Qingping said in person."

He wanted to say that he didn't want to quit his family, but under Ruan Yongshan's complicated gaze with pity for him, he finally chose to compromise.

Qingping's temper is clear to everyone, if she really doesn't want to, he has no choice, as if she followed Liu Wenyuan away last night without hesitation.

"Ahh

"I heard that when the reservoir is repaired, the county will move to us, and when that time comes, life should be better, and it shouldn't be difficult to say that the doorman is a doorman."

What is this? 'She' and this named Yuan Hao have already made a marriage? Listening to their conversation, Ruan Qingping seemed very reluctant to marry this person.

Qingping (Qin Ping)'s heart suddenly stirred, Ruan Qingping wouldn't have quietly followed Liu Wenyuan into the city in order not to marry this man named Yuan Hao, right? Why did she never mention this person to herself, could it be that this person was very bad?