Mrs. President Qin needs a chance

Xia Ye woke up the next day with a headache.

She rubbed between her brows and leaned her back against the head of the bed.

The room was quiet.

Xia Ye thought that she drank a lot of wine last night, she didn't say anything bad, did she?

Thinking about it, Xia Ye took out her phone.

It doesn't matter if you don't take it, as soon as she took it out, she found that her mobile phone was almost bombarded by calls and text messages.

She looked at the message from Xu Hui, asking if she had woken up, and said that she was on Weibo's trending search.

What the hell?

Xia Ye opened Weibo, all of which were hot searches about her birthday last night, and for some reason, a photo of her birthday was taken last night.

And Lin Yuesheng, Qin Shen, and Huo Chen, these top performers, appeared at her birthday party at the same time, and everyone kept leaving messages for her, asking what was her relationship with them?

Looking at the trending searches on it, Xia Ye felt a headache.

Why are those people gossiping so much? Why did so many things happen when she celebrated her birthday?

knock knock knock...

There was a knock on the door of the room, Xia Ye called in, and the door was pushed open.

She looked up and saw Mrs. Qin coming over with a bowl of hangover soup, and asked her gently, "Xia Xia, does your head still hurt?"

"Aunt Qin, I'm fine."

Xia Ye returned, and Mrs. Qin said softly: "You said it's okay, you drank so much wine last night, you didn't even take the sober medicine, you fell asleep, it's true, you went to work early in the morning , I don’t know how to stay and take care of you.”

"I'm fine, Aunt Qin." Xia Ye was drinking the hangover soup, when she heard Mrs. Qin ask with a smile: "Didn't you call mom last night, why did you call Aunt Qin today? Did that child provoke you when you were young?" Not happy?"

"Ah..." Xia Ye suddenly remembered that she really drank too much last night, and she actually forgot such a big thing.

She quickly finished drinking the hangover soup, and replied: "No mom, I didn't quarrel with Qin Shi, I just got too drunk and forgot."

Hearing this, Mrs. Qin breathed a sigh of relief.

She put the bowl aside and took Xia Ye's hand, "Xia Xia, are you still angry when you were young?"

Xia Ye shook his head, "No, why am I angry with him?"

"Mom is from here. I know you guys had a quarrel last night. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to the company early in the morning, and told me to make you hangover soup."

Hearing Mrs. Qin's words, Xia Ye was even more confused, "Did I say something wrong last night?"

"No, you are not wrong, even if there is a mistake, it is the fault of that boy Qin Shi."

After all, she is the future daughter-in-law, how could Mrs. Qin think she was wrong?

Hearing Mrs. Qin's preference, Xia Ye's heart warmed.

She held Mrs. Qin's hand tightly, and replied: "Mom, Qin Shi and I are really fine. Maybe it's because he was too tired last night. He kept pestering me. I told him he was in a bad mood.".

Mrs. Qin understood as soon as she heard it.

She smiled and said: "When I was young, this child is really..." Suddenly, Mrs. Qin said: "When I was young, he was considerate, maybe the way is different, don't blame him."

"I didn't blame him, I just wanted to leave him alone."

Donkeys in the production team don't dare to do this!

Besides, she is still human!

"This matter was wrong when I was young. I will ask his father to talk to him about it later. The relationship between men and women must be restrained. He is too ignorant of caring for others."

As Mrs. Qin said that, the stone in her heart was let go.

She looked at Xia Ye and said softly: "Xia Xia, Mom has something to discuss with you."

"Mom, tell me!" Xia Ye said.

Mrs. Qin lowered her head, and after a while, she raised her head and held Xia Ye's hand, "When I was young, his grandfather was getting old, and my parents knew that young people nowadays don't like living with old people very much, but you know that grandpa He is not in good health, and he really misses big and little treasures, can he..."