Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

When Xu Qingcheng woke up in the morning, he watched Zhao Lan taking medicine.

Zhao Lan has always been very cautious about the drugs used to treat depression. She listened to the doctor's advice and worked hard on the treatment.

Not for anything else, as long as he thinks of the pain he caused to the people around him when he lost control, Zhao Lan himself is in pain.

She hopes that she will be well, so she treats her actively, but it is still undeniable that she is not as vulnerable as a child when encountering things.

"Mom, I'm sorry to make you worry." Xu Qingcheng said softly, with tears in her eyes, she knew that Zhao Lan was worried about her affairs.

Xu Qingcheng himself didn't know why Zhao Lan went there by himself that day.

It is undeniable that she did draw strength from Zhao Lan.

At that time, my state was very bad.

"Silly boy, I'm not worried about you, who will worry about you?" Zhao Lan put down the water glass and looked back at her, "You look much better, how did you sleep last night?"

"Yeah. Fell asleep." Xu Qingcheng was also a little thankful. Everything is always good and bad, and there are gains and losses. She would suffer from insomnia when she was stressed, but she didn't have to work too hard on sleeping during this time.

The body has a self-healing function. If you have enough rest, you will feel relieved both physically and mentally.

"I made plain porridge. Go drink some of what you like."

Xu Qingcheng agreed, and went to the kitchen to serve the porridge by himself. In fact, the porridge is very simple. It is made by mixing thin flour and cracking eggs.

I often drank it when I was a child, and the nanny at home said that this porridge was defeated.

Xu Qingcheng also likes it very much, and the eggs are all broken up. Zhao Lan usually likes to add a little sugar to garnish it with a little sweetness, but this time he didn't put anything, because there is no other strange taste, Xu Qingcheng drank it with peace of mind .

Shredded pickles, shredded green peppers, made into small pickles, very refreshing.

Xu Qingcheng drank a bowl of porridge with small pickles, Zhao Lan saw her eating with gusto, and smiled at the corner of her mouth, "Why don't you eat good things."

"This is not very good." Xu Qingcheng picked up a piece of pickled vegetable, "Why can't I cut it like this."

"You don't put your mind on it, how can you cut it well." Zhao Lan laughed at her, and the two of them talked about their daily life. The happiness at this moment was so ordinary that it made people feel peaceful, as if those violent mood swings were gone.

But in fact, they were never absent.

"The Fu family sent a letter saying that the wedding has been cancelled, but he does not agree to divorce you." When he came back that day, seeing Qingcheng like that, Zhao Lan was distressed and angry, so he passed the message over, and now he is slowing down I feel that I am a little impulsive, and I always talk about persuasion and not persuasion. She is impulsive enough as a mother.

"Do you need to reconsider?" Zhao Lan asked her, "Is it true that he and that woman are spreading wildly?"

Zhao Lan had asked about Ye Tinghong's side early in the morning. Because of Qingyao's matter, Zhao Lan was allergic to the Ye family. He saw the names of these two people lined up on the news, so he naturally wanted to ask.

Qingcheng said that she had an accident, and Ye Tinghong sent her to the hospital, that's all, the relationship between them is over, and when it's over, it's over, there is nothing broken with Xu Qingcheng.

Zhao Lan breathed a sigh of relief, she believed this explanation.

Therefore, since Qingcheng must get a divorce, Zhao Lan would naturally think that what Fu Jingting said was true.

"Mom, it doesn't matter to me whether it's true or not." Xu Qingcheng's voice was low, and he said it was not important, but his nose was sore. The relationship between them is more than just a question of Tang Kejia, "It's okay if he disagrees." , but it’s just a matter of time.”

"Qingcheng, tell me frankly that you agreed to get married at the time, was it because of the prosperity?"

Xu Qingcheng didn't speak, Zhao Lan understood everything, "Confused! Why do you not take your marriage seriously?!"

The end of her nose was astringent, Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips, and she suppressed her emotions, "Mom, I made you worry, don't worry, I will take care of it."

……

"What is this?" Song Chang stared at the pile of things, speechless.

She flipped through them casually.

All kinds of nutritional products, supplements, and lightweight clothing filled the entire trunk.

"Take her there." Fu Jingting's face was sullen, his expression was cold and stern, and he was full of evil spirits.

Seeing his expression, Song Chang really thought that what was placed in front of her was a series of scary things.

"Her, that her?" Song Chang said deliberately, his voice full of sarcasm, "Tang Kejia? I don't know her very well."

Fu Jingting's forehead was tense, and his expression was unkind, showing that a storm was about to come.

Song Chang doesn't care what his expression is, if you treat my girlfriend like that, I still want to give you a good face?white blind.

Seeing the frost on Fu Jingting's face, Xu Qingcheng didn't see him or accept his things, but he was very worried about her.

He lost all reason in what he did out of anger, Fu Jingting asked himself, he has experienced many things, large and small, over the years, but there has never been one thing that made him lose everything like Xu Qingcheng.

Song Xing was busy coming out to smooth things over, he stretched out his hand to pull Song Chang, "If you run with him, just sell me face."

Song Chang was 12 unwilling, but if the younger brother opened his mouth, she would be reluctant.

The car drove to Xu Qingcheng's downstairs, and Song Chang struggled to take the elevator with his things.

But it was too exaggerated, almost filling the entire floor of the elevator.

Before the elevator door closed, Fu Jingting still told her, "Just say you sent it."

Song Chang, "..."

Xu Qingcheng stared at the things Song Chang sent over, "You're out of your mind, you have money and nowhere to spend it."

"Yes. I really have money and no place to spend it." Song Chang collapsed on the sofa, "I'll make up for you."

"Then I don't need this remedy." Xu Qingcheng flipped through the contents inside, almost dumbfounded, "Did you keep the receipt, take it and return it."

"How can I keep the receipt for the things I gave away? I must have lost them. Besides, once the goods are sold, they will not be returned. Use what you can, don't wrong yourself. If you have a miscarriage, you must take good care of your body." Now, don't take it seriously." Song Chang chattered.

"Did you empty out the store?" Xu Qingcheng glared at her, and she picked out a pair of soft cotton cartoon pajamas from the inside. The pajamas were split up and down, with cartoon puppies printed on them.

She looked at the pajamas, her inexplicably sour eyes.

Xu Qingcheng lowered her eyes, "What kind of aesthetics do you have, buy me children's cartoon pajamas?"

Song Chang glanced at it, and couldn't help complaining, "No, I didn't wear this kind of dress in high school anymore, it's so dirty. Give it to me, this one is back."

She went to grab it, but Xu Qingcheng avoided it.

"Forget it, leave it to me. Back to basics." Xu Qingcheng put away her pajamas.

Song Chang looked at her, then at the pajamas, "Almost forgot, you are one year younger than me, you belong to the dog family, right?"

Xu Qingcheng laughed at her, "Well, my memory is not bad."

Song Chang couldn't help but click his tongue. He didn't know if Fu Jingting had chosen it on purpose, or if he had chosen it unintentionally.

"You and Fu Jingting's wedding was canceled just like that?" Song Chang was filled with righteous indignation, "Is there really something wrong between him and Tang Kejia? Damn, I just can't stand it like this. If I don't like it, I will occupy this hole. They can't be cheap!"