Gentle President: Doting on Xiao Qingmei with Facial Paralysis

Chapter 239 Maternal love, hysterical

[239] Maternal love, hysterical
Hearing this, Mo Xiu took a deep breath helplessly, and turned his eyes to look at Wei Sen. The meaning in his eyes was self-evident, did you hear me, your young master wants to eat sweet and sour pork, where is the kitchen?

Wei Sen was stunned for a moment when he received Mo Xiu's gaze, then quickly understood, stepped forward and smiled, "Master Mo, come with me, I'll take you to the kitchen!"

In fact, Wei Sen was extremely excited, Mo Xiu finally looked at him, woo woo woo...

"It's troublesome." Mo Xiu nodded and said calmly, picked up Yu Cheng who was still sitting on the chair and pretended to be pitiful, and followed Wei Sen to disappear down the path.

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After Yu Cheng pulled Mo Xiu out, a middle-aged woman dressed as a servant walked in from the living room, walked up to Ling Ke, squatted down, and carefully helped Ling Ke up, "Madam, don't be sad, young master!" Treating you like this is also your fault before, isn't it..."

Ling Ke was caressed by the middle-aged woman and sat down on the sofa. As soon as Ling Ke sat down, the middle-aged woman glanced at the entrance, and immediately a young maid walked over and handed the wet towel to the middle-aged man. woman.

The middle-aged woman took the wet wipe and handed it to Ling Ke, "Madam, wipe it off."

Ling Ke sobbed a few times, looked down at the middle-aged woman, raised her hand to brush the long hair in front of her forehead, then reached out to take the wet towel, and gently wiped all the tears on her face, the young maid Hastily stepped forward to take the used wet wipes, and then exited the living room.

"It's been three years, and Chengcheng still hasn't been able to forgive me?" Ling Ke lowered her head sadly, covering her mouth and nose, her tone almost choked up.

The middle-aged woman smiled slightly and said in a harmonious voice, "Ma'am, three years have passed, how could the young master have not forgiven you?"

Ling Ke was puzzled, with an unwilling expression on his face and a flirtatious tone, "Then why, then why Chengcheng still treats me with the same attitude as it did three years ago..."

As she said that, Ling Ke thought about it again, and she said again, "Is it, is it, is it that Chengcheng is tired of me as a mother?"

"Or, Chengcheng, who has never received a father's love since he was a child, is tired of the mother's love I gave him?"

Ling Ke lowered her eyes, staring at the precious floor tiles on the ground, feeling sad, "hehe", "Or, my love weighs down the city so heavily, so tired..."

After hearing Ling Ke's sad complaint, the middle-aged woman had a sullen expression on her face, "Ma'am, how can you think like that?!"

The anger of the middle-aged woman caused Ling Ke to be stunned for a moment, and after the astonishment, Ling Ke became irritable. The anger of the middle-aged woman ignited the restlessness in Ling Ke's heart. Turning around suddenly, sitting facing the middle-aged woman, staring at the middle-aged woman with wide eyes, her tone was hysterical puzzlement, hysterical unwillingness——

"Otherwise! Otherwise, what else can I think! I don't know what Chengcheng is thinking, what Chengcheng wants, and he never wants to tell me! Could it be that I care too much about him and am afraid that he will leave? Is it my fault! Ah? Is it all my fault!!"

The middle-aged woman froze for a moment, and couldn't help shaking her head when she heard Ling Ke's painting. She calmed down and tried to stabilize Ling Ke's emotions, "Madam, don't be like this... You forgot, you forgot? From childhood, young master Is what you are most afraid of seeing now? Madame...?!"

(End of this chapter)