Chapter 39: My brother likes to be grumpy
Yu Yirong wanted to persuade him as much as possible, but Yu Moqin had already used his back to stop him from continuing, and it was not until the door of the study opened and closed that he was completely surrounded by deep worry.
At noon, at the dining table of the old mansion, some people were more popular because of Yu Moqin's joining.
Liao Shuangwan didn't move her chopsticks for a long time, her face was full of anticipation, she stared at Yu Moqin for a moment, and when she saw that her son deliberately ignored her, she couldn't help but open her mouth, "Xiaoqin, don't you have a girl you like?" ”
Yu Moqin took the chopsticks and calmly added a vegetable and put it into the bowl, giving a disappointing answer: "No." ”
"So what type do you like? Talk to your mom. ”
"I know that." Yu Jinming, who has always maintained an attitude of eating melons, put down the dishes and chopsticks and popped out a sentence: "My brother, he likes the kind of good-looking but short-tempered." ”
As soon as his words fell, Yu Moqin also put the bowl down, and the porcelain bowl made a cold and piercing sound when it came into contact with the marble tabletop.
Immediately, he glanced at Yu Jinming and said, "Jinming, if you don't do well in the next phased test, you will come to Emperor Yu on time after class every day in the future, and I will personally make up for you." ”
Lessons.....
Yu Jinming had a terrible headache when he heard these two words, he swallowed nervously, and secretly complained in his heart that his heart was straightforward, and he forgot to promise his brother together.
In order to show that he knew he was wrong, he chose to eat with his head bored, and he didn't mix a word anymore.
There are still smart people at the table, such as Yu Yirong, when Yu Jinming quickly said what kind of girl Yu Moqin liked, he was keenly aware of the strangeness that flashed on Yu Moqin's face.
As a person who is not good at words, Yu Yirong did not debunk Yu Jinming's little secret, he chose to eat while pretending to be very natural and said to Yu Moqin, "If there is a girl you like, remember to bring it back and take a look, don't hide it." ”
Yu Moqin was smart and couldn't hear Yu Yirong's words, but the decision he made was difficult to change, so he didn't admit it, just said "I know" and continued to eat.
At the same time, inside the hospital.
The blue and white plaid skirt looks like a scholarly beauty in ancient times, and it looks like a gentle and quiet lady in the afternoon sun.
She was wiping her sleeping father's hands, and before she knew it, she noticed that his father's big hands were no longer as strong as they were when he was a child, and the back of his wrinkled and pin-eyed hand fell into her eyes, which made her nose sore.
After snorting lightly, Wen Niannian turned around again to soak the square towel in the water, took it out, and then wrung out her other hand that Wen Weisheng raised.
Just when the warm square scarf was attached to Wen Weisheng's skin, Wen Niannian was pleasantly surprised to see his index finger tremble slightly, but a very subtle small movement made Wen Niannian's heart bloom.
She hurriedly put down the things in her hand and walked to the side of the medical bell in surprise, as if announcing an important exam result, "My father seems to be waking up, please come quickly." ”
Because of the joy that couldn't be hidden, she accidentally woke up Gu Yan, who had just taken a nap, and Gu Yan cheered up when she heard Wen Niannian's words.
The doctor quickly rushed over, Wen Niannian and Gu Yan were temporarily invited out, and in order to cooperate with the doctor's examination, she and her mother retreated to the door and waited anxiously.
Outside the door, Gu Yan's hands were shaking vigorously, Wen Niannian saw this, put one hand on her mother's hand, and comforted softly, "It's going to be fine, Dad will definitely wake up soon." ”
Gu Yan was slightly appeased by Wen Niannian's words, but her eyes were still on the door inch by inch, "I hope this time is not an empty joy." ”