After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 288 The Embroidery Master’s Vest Drops
Nan Song was startled and quickly climbed up from Yu Jinwen.

A group of people who feel embarrassed in their hearts.

It's really a large-scale social death scene.

Her head was still a little dizzy and her face was a bit pale. Nan Song couldn't help but stroked his forehead and calmed down.

Yu Jinwen looked at Nan Song's face with concern, "What's wrong? Is it because of hypoglycemia?"

Hearing this, Nan Song put his hand down from his forehead and looked at Yu Jinwen with some confusion.

"Did you know I had hypoglycemia?"

She does suffer from hypoglycemia, but she usually pays more attention to it and rarely suffers from it. Sometimes she feels dizzy and flustered when she is too tired, so just add some sugar and it will be fine.

In the impression, she had never committed any illness in front of Yu Jinwen. How did he know?
Yu Jinwen said: "My mother told me."

Nan Song understood clearly. In her memory, when she was tired from taking care of Yu Jinwen three years ago, she suffered from hypoglycemia and almost fainted, and was bumped into by Yu Fengjiao.

To be honest, if it weren't for the care of the Yu family that brought her a lot of comfort, she might not have been able to survive three years.

Yu Jinwen opened the drawer and found the milk tablets and toffee that Yu Zeyu had brought when he came to see him. They were left over from coaxing his girlfriend.

It was not easy to come empty-handed, so I brought him over, saying that he could relive his childhood.

"Eat a candy." Yu Jinwen grabbed a handful of toffee and handed it to Nan Song.

Nan Song didn't expect that there would be something like White Rabbit toffee in the ward. Knowing that Yu Zeyu brought it was not surprising, so he peeled one off and stuffed it into his mouth.

After replenishing the sugar in time, Nan Song's face became much better and she returned the remaining sugar, "Thank you."

"Take it and eat on the way."

"No, it's too sweet."

Nan Song stuffed the remaining candies back into Yu Jinwen's hand and left the ward.

Yu Jinwen looked at Nan Song's slender back before he lowered his eyes and looked at the few candies in his hand. He thought they were given to him by her and secretly clenched them.

*
Yu Fengjiao and Aunt Wei were still waiting outside.

Nan Song walked out, "Aunt Yu, Aunt Wei, you go in, I'm leaving now."

"Hey, Xiao Song, wait a minute."

Yu Fengjiao stopped her, held her hand, and said to Aunt Wei: "Amian, you go in first, I'll talk to Xiao Song for a while."

"Okay." Aunt Wei smiled at Nan Song, then opened the door and entered the ward, carrying the dinner and clothes she brought in.

Nan Song pushed Yu Fengjiao to the bench aside.

Yu Fengjiao's always majestic face didn't exist at all in front of Nan Song. It was all kind, "Sit down."

Nan Song sat down on the bench and asked with concern, "Auntie, how is your leg recovering?"

"I'm recovering well, and my consciousness is getting more and more obvious now."

There is a possibility of recovery of the leg, as if the whole life is full of hope, and Yu Fengjiao looks much better recently than before.

Mood greatly affects a person's state. When your mind is relaxed, your body will naturally develop in a healthy direction.

"Dr. Su's medical skills are really high. I just heard that he will take his daughter back to Messuri in a few days. I was thinking, should I also go to Messuri to live for a while?"

Yu Fengjiao completely regarded Nan Song as her daughter and asked her for her opinion.

Nan Song thought for a while and said: "I know what you are worried about. The early treatment is almost complete. What is left is the rehabilitation process. Any doctor in the traditional Chinese medicine clinic can take over. Once Brother Rui leaves, he will definitely I want to hand you over to his eldest disciple Yun Qing. Although my master nephew looks young, he has superb medical skills. You can rest assured about this."

"Doctor Yun's medical skills are among the best in Beicheng. I am completely assured."

Yu Fengjiao said: "I just heard that Meisuli has great scenery and is a good place to recuperate. After being busy for so many years, I also want to take this opportunity to take a rest."

Hearing this, Nan Song nodded in agreement, "Of course it's better. The scenery in Messuri is really good, the climate is pleasant, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fairyland on earth or a paradise."

"Hearing what you say makes me want to go even more." Yu Fengjiao was yearning for her, with a pair of phoenix eyes as bright as morning stars, pulling Nan Song around. The strong woman was no different from a middle-aged woman at this moment.

Nan Song chatted and laughed with her, and there was no hint of impatience on his face. She might not have experienced this kind of leisure time of "mother and daughter talking" for a long time.

"Look at me, I've been talking to you for a long time."

Yu Fengjiao stopped herself, "As this person gets older, his words become denser and more verbose."

Nan Song chuckled, "No, I'm willing to listen."

Yu Fengjiao looked at Nan Song, and she liked him no matter how much she looked at him.

"I used to want to have a daughter, but I was disappointed when I found out it was a son. Sons are born to collect debts, while daughters are caring little cotton-padded jackets."

"maybe."

Nan Song said: "My mother used to always say that I was a little cotton-padded jacket with leaks, and I was not as considerate and sensible as my brothers."

Yu Fengjiao couldn't help laughing.

"I know your mother. She is also a wonderful person. Both her appearance and ability are unparalleled."

Yu Fengjiao fell into her memories and sighed from the bottom of her heart, "Before I met her, I couldn't believe that there were such beautiful women in the world. It seemed like every hair was shining."

"It's not that exaggerated. Beauty is only for outsiders to see. At home, we are very motherly."

Yu Fengjiao didn't understand, "Mother, what?"

"Tigress."

Yu Fengjiao was startled, then laughed out loud, overjoyed.

After laughing for a long time, Yu Fengjiao wiped the tears from her eyes, "You can't control your family if you don't have a temper. I have never admired anyone in my life, but Luo Yin is one of them."

Nan Song's eyes flashed and he said, "What a coincidence, my mother also said the same thing."

"Really?"

Yu Fengjiao's eyes lit up, "You kid, you know how to make me happy."

Nan Song smiled slightly.

Ms. Luo Yin’s original words were actually this——

"Except for Mr. Yu, there are not many capable men in the Yu family. They are all idiots. Only the eldest lady of the Yu family can barely get my attention."

She is not as offending as Ms. Luoyin. She has learned the art of speaking.

The two were chatting happily. The thin blanket covering Yu Fengjiao's legs slipped from her knees. Nan Song reached out and picked it up from the ground.

"It's such a hot day, why do you still cover yourself with such a thick blanket?"

Yu Fengjiao said: "Did you give me this blanket, or did you embroider it yourself? I like it very much."

Nan Song folded the blanket and said calmly: "If you like it, I will make time to embroider another one for you later. Choose a silk one that will keep you cool."

"No need to go to such trouble, don't waste your time."

Yu Fengjiao looked a little apologetic, "I didn't know how much effort and effort it takes to embroider a blanket. I met an old friend a few days ago. Her family has been doing Su embroidery for generations. When I saw this blanket, I was surprised by the embroidery on it. As for the embroidery worker, I told her that it was you who embroidered it, but she didn’t believe it, saying that such a skilled and skilled embroidery worker must have been embroidering for 20 years.”

Nan Song's face was as calm as water, and he nodded in approval, "I learned embroidery when I was five years old, so it has been almost 20 years."

"Five?"

Yu Fengjiao was surprised. Thinking back to what her son was doing when he was five years old, it seemed like... he was still living in mud and fighting with people in the yard.

Alas, education really has to start from childhood.

(End of this chapter)