The world's most sassy sweet wife

After dinner.

Cute suddenly ran over, her usually calm face was a little nervous.

"Mommy, I lost something."

Yu Ziqing looked at this face that was extremely similar to her own, and also thought of herself in the photo with her mother.

Her eyes are full of tenderness, and the aura of maternal love on her body is also instinctively released.

"Is it a button?" she laughed.

The cute look was overjoyed: "Did Mommy pick it up?"

Yu Ziqing pointed to the kitchen.

Cute pursed her lips tightly, her little face showing a worried look.

"Mommy, did he find out..."

Yu Ziqing stroked her head and comforted her, "It's okay, Mommy is here."

My daughter's hair has grown a lot, almost reaching the position of her little belly button.

She also thought about what would happen if her biggest secret was discovered by He Xuanchen?
But all problems have solutions.

How things will develop, whether it will go in a good direction or a bad direction, no one can control it.

She put the button in her cute little hand: "Baby, have you ever teased him with this?"

Cutie bit her lip, and said frankly: "When we first returned to Jiangcheng..."

Yu Ziqing understood, no wonder He Xuanchen was always suspicious of her at that time, and always wanted to skin her to see what happened.

It turned out that she thought she did it, and was testing her with buttons a few days ago.

She smiled and said, "Go and play."

Cute took the buttons and left.

Lan Xuanlang's matter finally came to an end, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Ziqing lay on the sofa after washing up, thinking about how to match Lan Xuanlang's words, thinking that she had forgotten the time.

When He Xuanchen came out of the shower, he saw Yu Ziqing lying there motionless, but her beautiful eyes were blinking, as if thinking about something.

He walked over quietly and grabbed the woman's feet suddenly.

Yu Ziqing was startled and almost jumped off the sofa.

He Xuanchen was worried that she would fall, so he quickly hugged her calf: "It's me, it's me, don't be afraid."

Yu Ziqing kicked him, but he didn't kick him away, but his legs were hugged even tighter.

He Xuanchen took advantage of the opportunity to come over, and squeezed on the sofa with her: "When did vigilance become so bad?"

Yu Ziqing said angrily, "Tired."

Although it was Lan Xuanlang who was suffering, as a doctor, she had to pay attention to his little changes every second.

In case of an accident, she would try her best to save Lan Xuanlang's life.

In short, this is also a very exhausting thing, only a little easier than treating Mrs. Su's illness.

He Xuanchen smiled and said, "Why don't you go back to your room to rest? What are you doing lying here?"

Yu Ziqing said lazily, "I'll be back in a while."

Just now I felt that position was very comfortable, and I just wanted to lie down like that, not wanting to move.

She suddenly thought of something and asked, "Have you been to a mental hospital recently?"

He Xuanchen said, "No."

Yu Ziqing looked at him with complicated eyes.

This person is so miserable, the relatives who care so much have to stand on two opposite sides.

"Do you want to find some reason to have a good talk with your sister?" she said.

He Xuanchen sighed: "It's useless."

Yu Ziqing also sighed, it seems that he tried it, and now the expected result is inevitable.

He Yunhua is not a lunatic in the medical sense, but he is still lunatic than a lunatic, a rational lunatic.

She can pretend to be mentally ill and stay in a mental hospital for five or six years, which is not something ordinary people can do.

She thought that He Yunhua wanted to take revenge on the Yu family, but now it seems that it is definitely not just that, she should have a bigger goal.

He Xuanchen raised her little hand and pecked it lightly.

"Not everyone is like you."

Yu Ziqing frowned and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

He Xuanchen smiled and said, "You have no ambition."

Yu Ziqing couldn't quite agree: "Why don't I have any ambitions? I like money very much, and I never think too much of it."

He Xuanchen pinched her nose, her defenselessness made him start to be unscrupulous.

"Aside from that, what personal achievement do you want?"

Yu Ziqing blurted out: "The painting skills are getting better and better."

It's been a long time since she studied painting skills, and she was distracted by too many other things.

He Xuanchen smiled and said, "So look, do you have ambition?"

Yu Ziqing didn't quite understand: "Why don't you have any ambitions?"

He Xuanchen said: "A man's ambition, in the final analysis, is the expansion of desire. He wants too much and will never be satisfied. On this road, he will give up some things that are important to him, and he may also give up some things in order to achieve his goal. To do something that is unethical or even unethical. I don't see that desire in you."

Yu Ziqing reflected for a while, and it seemed that she really wasn't overly attached to anything.

Painting is her favorite thing, and she doesn't have to achieve any prestige.

He Xuanchen said: "But people like you have an advantage."

Yu Ziqing asked curiously, "What is it?"

Inexplicably, I feel that this person is a psychiatrist and life mentor who is good at discussing human nature.

He Xuanchen said: "Many people can't get it after working hard for a lifetime, but it may be very simple for you."

Yu Ziqing thought about it, but she dared not admit it.

She admits that she has some abilities, but the system also helps her a lot.

For example, the system helped her get a lot of shares in Yu's Group, such as life-saving pills, various magical rewards, and so on.

He Xuanchen's face came closer, and he deliberately blew into her ear, and his deep voice came out.

"For example, I sent people to you on my own initiative. Don't you think it's easy?"

Yu Ziqing couldn't help but roll her eyes: "..."

The conversation was serious one second, but the painting style changed suddenly in the next second, which was really caught off guard.

"He Xuanchen, let me ask you." She said seriously.

He Xuanchen pinched a strand of her hair and used it as a small brush to brush her cheeks.

"It's convenient for me tonight."

"..." Yu Ziqing was speechless and almost gave up communicating with him.

If she hadn't seen Lan Xuanlang being tormented by pain and reminded her of his mental pain, she wouldn't have wanted to talk to him at all.

"Your sister said that you had nightmares when you were young, is it true?"

He Xuanchen scratched the woman's ears and slender neck with that strand of hair again.

"At that time, there would be once a month. When I woke up, I couldn't remember what dream I had, and my consciousness would drift for a while."

Yu Ziqing got goosebumps from her hair, snatched the hair from his hand, and said, "How do you think this problem is caused?"

He Xuanchen had nothing to play with, so he raised her wrist and sniffed.

It smells so good.

"It's too much pressure. My grandfather forced us to study in a way that is too hard."

Yu Ziqing asked again: "Is it better now?"

Although they slept together, it was often hard to tell whether he was asleep or not.

His breathing was so light, as light as a corpse.

He Xuanchen smiled and said, "I feel much better, after all, my wife is a genius doctor."

Yu Ziqing glanced at him, then asked, "How long can I sleep every day?"