Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Yue Tingfeng whispered softly: "Wake up ..."

When Yan Qingsi heard Yue Tingfeng's voice, she was immediately sober, and she quickly sat up: "How long have I slept?"

"It's early, it's just over 4pm."

"It's so late?" Yan Qingsi quickly opened the quilt and got out of bed.

Yue Tingfeng stopped her: "Where are you going?"

Yan Qingsi closed her hair behind her ears: "I should go to the studio."

Yue Tingfeng pressed Yan Qingsi: "You see that you look like a ghost and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

"No, I have a drama tonight. There is not much drama. I can kill this week. I can't delay everyone's progress."

Yue Tingfeng saw her persistence so she had to say, "It's not too dark now what you are so anxious to do, I will take you over after dinner."

Yan Qingsi nodded: "Okay!"

Yue Tingfeng frowned slightly: "You are a woman, don't push yourself so hard."

"I do not have it."

Yue heard the wind sneer.

He didn't say anything about her driving accident, nor did he say anything to comfort her, because Yan Qingsi is not a person who needs comfort, she is like a gecko with a broken tail. Although it hurts, she does n’t need to ask anyone for help. She Can stand up again.

She is such a person. She is thin but not cowardly. She is stronger than anyone but extremely vulnerable.

Yue Tingfeng pulled Yan Qingsi down the stairs.

Mrs. Yue looked up and saw them, and said casually, "Wake up and drink the milk."

Yan Qingsi froze for a moment, but did not expect that Madam Yue would prepare a glass of milk for her.

Wu Yan gave the milk to Yan Qingsi, and she murmured, "I ... haven't drank milk for many years."

"Let's drink it. I asked Wuyi to put you sugar. It's not strange."

Yue Tingfeng looked at the table without a second cup and asked, "Mom, what about mine?"

Mrs. Yue scratched her head: "You? Wuyi brought him a bottle of mineral water."

"Mom, how do I feel I'm out of favor?"

Mrs. Yue wondered: "Have you ever been petted?"

Yan Qingsi laughed out loud, "Cough, sorry, didn't hold back ..."

Yue Tingfeng saw that Yan Qingsi's face finally had a smile, and he still really liked to see a smile on her face, no matter what the smile was, even if it was ruthless, even when she was hurting, as long as she was smiling.

"Mom, I just said you are sensible and clever. Why do you hang me in a blink of an eye?"

Mrs. Yue shrugged, "I can't tell lies?"

Yue Tingfeng interrupted and did not continue to dwell on this topic: "Mom, Qing Si is going to the crew tonight."

Seeing that it was almost five o'clock, Mrs. Yue quickly got up and said, "Oh, then I'll cook now, and I'll leave after dinner."

Yan Qingsi's heart was warm, she really envied Yue to listen to the wind to have such a mother, she also had it, but she lost it and could not find it again.

"I'll go check it in the kitchen too." Yan Qingsi shoved the unfinished milk into Yue Tingfeng's hands.

Yue Tingfeng didn't want her to go, but when she thought about it, it would be better to let them both get in touch. "Okay, then ... go ahead ... wait."

Yue Tingfeng looked at the hair of Yan Qingsi with her head crooked, and suddenly she bowed her head and kissed Yan Qingsi, stuck out the tip of her tongue, and licked off the milk left on her lips.

Yan Qingsi blushed, and in the distance, Mrs. Yue peeked through the door of the kitchen door, and turned to Yan Qingsi's eyes, turned around as if nothing had happened, and went back to washing vegetables.

Yan Qingsi reached out and twisted on Yue Tingfeng's arm, pushing him away into the kitchen.