Cool Treasure from Heaven: Mo Shaoxi as Father

After listening to Yin Moran's narration, Yin Qinglan remained silent.

The first reaction in his mind was that he and Lin Qian were out of business.

A woman who looks like she has ruined her married life, I believe the adoptive mother is unacceptable.

"Brother, judging from Mom's attitude towards Lin Qian today, she will not accept Lin Qian marrying into Yin's family, then you and Lin Qian"

Yin Qinglan asked directly.

Hearing this, Yin Moran pursed her thin lips, and the emotions in her black eyes were ups and downs.

"Qinglan, I have my own discretion in this matter, you take good care of my mother for me."

It's tricky, but there's always a way around it.

If he really wants to marry her.

Yin Moran turned to go to the hospital, but Zhong Liqing's voice came from the stairs.

"Moran, where are you going?"

Yin Moran paused slightly, then turned to look at Zhong Liqing.

"Mom, are you awake?"

Yin Qinglan trotted upstairs and supported Zhong Liqing.

Zhong Liqing patted Yin Qinglan's hand, then slowly went downstairs with her strength, and stood still in front of Yin Moran.

"Mo Ran, that Lin Qian, don't associate with her anymore, I won't allow her to marry into the Yin family."

She will never forget what happened back then.

Lin Qian's face was too similar to that of the Secretary General.

She couldn't stand it.

Yin Moran's dark eyes were heavy, with some emotions floating around.

After a while, he helped Zhong Liqing go upstairs, "I see, Mom, my aunt has been urging you to go to her place to relax, I will take you there tomorrow."

Hearing this, Zhong Liqing paused slightly, and looked sideways at Yin Moran, trying to see some clues on his face.

Yin Moran's handsome face was still the same, and his eyes were as deep as ink, which was unfathomable.

"Also, your aunt has a medical team who is familiar with me. I hope that before your grandparents pass their birthdays, my mental outlook can be restored."

The son has always had his own opinions, and she didn't want to interfere more.

But when I think about that face.
Zhong Liqing closed her eyes, feeling a pain in her heart.

The son is a dutiful son, he will not watch his mother suffer from illness because of a woman.

hospital.

"Miss Lin, do you still drink this soup?"

The nurse asked while carrying the thermos cup on the table.

Lin Qian raised her eyes and pursed her lips, "It's food anyway, it's a waste to throw it away, right? Let's try it."

Although she didn't know why Yin Moran's mother got sick when she saw her, but it was the wishes of her elders, so she couldn't dislike it.

The nurse filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Lin Qian. After Lin Qian thanked her, she took a sip and couldn't help but curl her lips.

"This soup is delicious."

"The chef hired by the Yin family is comparable to a five-star chef. You are very lucky."

A man's voice suddenly sounded at the door, Lin Qian was taken aback for a moment, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Yin Moran's tall figure walking in with a bag in her hand.

His expression looked as usual, and he didn't know what happened to Mrs. Yin.

Lin Qian put down the bowl and asked, "Mr. Yin, is Mrs. Yin alright?"

"Drink the soup first."

The man said lightly, Lin Qian pursed her lips, and obediently finished the soup in the bowl.

As soon as she put down the bowl, Yin Moran came over and reached out to pick her up from the wheelchair.

Lin Qian: "."

No way, just hug without saying a word, what kind of trouble is this going to do?
Lin Qian stared blankly at Yin Moran's side face. Before she could figure out why, she saw him gently put her on the sofa, then sat down beside her, and opened a few bottles on the coffee table. .

The clear medicinal fragrance wafted out as the bottle cap was unscrewed, Lin Qian pursed her lips, and only then did she understand what Yin Moran was going to do.

He wants to apply medicine for himself.

"Mr. Yin, I'll do it myself." Lin Qian said hastily.

Yin Moran glanced at her, a look of uneasiness evidently flashed across his face.

One hand grabbed Lin Qian's hand, and the other applied the ointment to her burned hands and arms.

The roughness of the fingertips brought the coolness of the ointment to the touch, warming her skin and burning her heart.

Lin Qian pursed her lips and said nothing, just staring at the man's slender fingers gently circling on her skin.

"I'm sorry, my mother fell ill and hurt you."

With a low and magnetic voice, the man let go of one of her hands and began to apply plaster on her other hand.

"I am fine."

Lin Qian tried her best not to pay attention to that beautiful hand, and asked, "Is Mrs. Yin okay now?"

"After taking the medicine, my mood stabilized."

After Yin Moran wiped Lin Qian's hands, when his gaze touched the bruise on her neck, a gloomy look flashed across her brows.

He leaned over slightly, stretched out his hand and raised her chin, a trace of unknowing pity flashed in his voice, "Does it hurt?"

The man's breath sprayed on her neck, rushing through her heart like an electric current, making her heart tremble, and she couldn't help shrinking her neck.

"It's okay."

The base of the woman's ears is reddish, which is more eye-catching on the fair skin.

Yin Moran noticed Lin Qian's discomfort, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

He squeezed some ointment and applied it on her neck, and deliberately moved closer, "I took this medicine from a doctor I know well, and it is very effective in treating bruises."

The man's breath came to his nostrils, and the hot exhaled air caused trembling on the skin.

Lin Qian's ears turned redder, and she couldn't help shrinking back.

So itchy!

"Don't move, what are you hiding?"

Yin Moran held the back of her head, and at first glance, it seemed that he wanted to ask for a kiss.

"No, it's itchy, okay?"

Lin Qian's hands unconsciously grasped Yin Moran's arm, tried her best to hold back her smile, and looked at him mistyly.

The movements of Yin Moran's hands paused, his dark eyes swept across the woman's red lips and chin.
The touch on the hand is delicate and smooth, which is a bit imaginative.

Yin Moran's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he quickly stepped back, "Hold this ointment, don't touch the place where you apply the ointment today."

it is finally over.

Lin Qian breathed a sigh of relief, took the ointment from Yin Moran and nodded, "Thank you."

There was a faint fragrance of medicine in the air, and the two of them were silent for a moment.

"Well, did Mrs. Yin misunderstand something? She said that I killed her child. What's going on?"

Lin Qian was the first to interrupt the silence and asked.

Hearing this, Yin Moran's breath was cold for a moment.

He glanced at her, "You look like the third party who destroyed my mother's marriage. Because of this third party, my sister was not born, so my mother will only get sick when she sees you."

Lin Qian: "."

day!
And such a thing?
No wonder Mrs. Yin looked at her face as if she was looking at an enemy.

"So it is."

Lin Qian smiled dryly, and subconsciously touched her neck.

"Afraid?"

Yin Moran asked suddenly.

There was a trace of deep anticipation in the black eyes. Lin Qian was stunned for a moment, her eyes met, and she suddenly understood what he wanted to express.

He was actually asking, would she be afraid when she was with him?

Because Mrs. Yin hates this face.