Zhang Jiaze retracted his hand weakly and did not speak.

Song Yazhu said anxiously:

"Speak quickly! What the hell is going on? ”

Seeing the injury on Zhang Jiaze's hand, Song Yazhu completely left his previous anger behind, and replaced it with deep distress. When he was in the living room, the light was dim, and Song Yazhu didn't notice that Zhang Jiaze had scars on his hands at all. And now, the lights in the bedroom are bright, and Song Yazhu can't see it anymore.

Now, Song Yazhu, who feels sorry for her husband, only desperately wants to know, how did this injury come about?

Under Song Yazhu's constant questioning, Zhang Jiaze finally resignedly opened his mouth:

"I ...... I hit it myself. ”

Song Yazhu raised her voice:

"What?"

Zhang Jiaze fell silent again. He was so impulsive that even he didn't know why he did it.

Song Yazhu grabbed Zhang Jiaze's right hand again, and after looking at it again and again, he felt that it was indeed like a wound made by Zhang Jiaze himself. She couldn't help glaring at Zhang Jiaze again, but there was a deep concern in her eyes:

"What a fool! Where did you hit? ”

Zhang Jiaze whispered:

"Elevator ......"

Song Yazhu finally understood. The injury on Zhang Jiaze's hand must have been caused by him hitting the elevator with his fist after he found out that Zhang Yinuo was lost.

Song Yazhu couldn't help but think, how panicked and anxious Zhang Jiaze must have been after he found out that Zhang Yinuo was lost, so that he would do such an irrational thing? Thinking of this, Song Yazhu no longer complained about Zhang Jiaze in his heart. She stood up, walked out the door, and turned back to Zhang Jiaze and said:

"You sit here and wait for me, and don't move."

After a while, Song Yazhu came in with a medical kit and began to treat Zhang Jiaze's wounds.

When the alcohol cotton ball touched the wound, Zhang Jiaze grinned at the severe pain and hissed in pain.

Song Yazhu comforted:

"It's going to be fine right away, you bear with it."

After disinfecting with an alcohol cotton ball, Song Yazhu sprayed iodophor on the wound.

Seeing his wife cautious, for fear of hurting his appearance, Zhang Jiaze's heart was warm, and he couldn't help but rejoice. I didn't expect that my impulsive behavior made Song Yazhu's anger disappear so quickly, it was really a blessing for Sai Weng to lose his horse.

After treating the wound, Song Yazhu carefully instructed Zhang Jiaze:

"Try not to move your hands these days, it's okay to type, but it's not okay to clench your fists or anything."

Zhang Jiaze responded:

"Got it, thank you for your concern."

Song Yazhu sat down on the bed by leaning on Zhang Jiaze, and then held Zhang Jiaze's hand again, constantly touching it back and forth with her fingertips. After being silent for a while, Song Yazhu said as if she had made up her mind:

"Husband, why don't we call my mother over to help."

Zhang Jiaze opened his mouth wide in disbelief:

"What do you say?"

Song Yazhu said angrily:

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

Zhang Jiaze quipped:

"I hear you clearly, but I can't believe it, why did you suddenly open up?"

Song Yazhu snorted:

"I'm not looking at you pitiful, don't kick your leg next time!"

Hearing that Song Yazhu offered to let his mother Huang Qiuju come over to help, Zhang Jiaze was naturally happy. Originally, I was still thinking about how to tell Song Yazhu about this, but I didn't expect her to mention it herself, and a big stone in Zhang Jiaze's heart fell to the ground.

He knew in his heart that Song Yazhu would bring up this matter, but he didn't really want his mother Wang Qiurong to help, but a choice he had to make.

Zhang Jiaze was indeed right. Ask Huang Qiurong to help, Song Yazhu is 10,000 unwilling in her heart. When Huang Qiuju came to bring Zhang Yinuo before, there was a big difference in the concepts of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. In the case of only one child, the family has already jumped chickens and dogs, and now there are more Ernuo, and there is also a father Song Bonian at home. As the saying goes, the more people there are, the more contradictions there are, and Song Yazhu's worries are not unreasonable.

The reason why Song Yazhu had such an idea is due to the fuse of Yinuo's loss today. First, because Song Yazhu was afraid that Zhang Jiaze would be negligent again and lose the child; The second is because he feels sorry for Zhang Jiaze and doesn't want him to have such a big burden. If you want to find a new nanny now, even Song Yazhu herself can't believe it. So, since you can't find a new nanny, what other way can you do besides inviting Zhang Jiaze's mother Huang Qiurong to come?

But then, the problem came again.

Huang Qiurong has lived in the countryside all his life, and he didn't want to come to the city, the last time he came to bring Yinuo, Huang Qiurong also said to Zhang Jiaze before leaving, he would never come to the city again, and he felt that he was uncomfortable farting in the city.

Now, Zhang Jiaze wants to invite Huang Qiurong out of the mountain again, which is not an easy matter.

Zhang Jiaze decided to discuss with Song Yazhu:

"You said, my mother didn't want to come to the city last time, and I begged her for a long time before she relented. What do we say this time, so that Mom can agree? ”

Song Yazhu thought for a while and said:

"It's not simple, isn't there a ready-made reason for this?"

Zhang Jiaze was puzzled:

"What ready-made reason?"

Song Yazhu replied:

"What other reason could it be? Mom hurts Yinuo so much, as soon as you tell your mother about losing Yinuo, your mother has to take the train non-stop, do you believe it? ”

Zhang Jiaze laughed awkwardly twice:

"It's also ......"

Huang Qiurong said to Zhang Yinuo, he was afraid of falling in his hand, and he was afraid of melting in his mouth, so he offered it like a heart. Zhang Jiaze understood that if he told his mother Huang Qiurong about losing Zhang Yinuo, she would be so angry that she could take a broom and fly over to smoke him. Thinking of the way his mother chased him with rattan when he was a child, Zhang Jiaze couldn't help but shudder.

But if you want to ask your mother to "go out of the mountain" again, it seems that you can only bite the bullet. Zhang Jiaze took a deep breath and dialed Huang Qiurong's phone.

After the phone beeped a few times, Zhang Jiaze's father, Zhang Yongnan, picked up the phone:

"Hello?"

Hearing that it was his father's voice, Zhang Jiaze breathed a sigh of relief:

"Dad, it's me. What are you doing? ”

There was a rustling sound on the other end of the phone, and Zhang Yongnan's voice was also loud and small:

"Oh, I'm sawing wood. Our wardrobe has recently been damaged by rats, and your mother asked me to make a new one. ”

Zhang Yongnan is one of the few carpenters in the village. Over the years, he has become the most sought-after carpenter in the village thanks to his exquisite carpentry skills. Don't look at the small size of the village, people who come to Zhang Yongnan to make furniture often have to queue up.

张嘉泽 says:

"It's good, I've been using it for a long time at home, it's time for a new one......"

Seeing Zhang Jiaze's hesitant appearance, Song Yazhu pushed him and lip-synced to Zhang Jiaze: Ask our mother!

Zhang Jiaze finally opened his mouth:

"Dad, where's my mom?"