The little stepmother is poor and crazy, and the Buddhist disciples in Beijing kneel down and pamper

Yun Yan was lying on the hospital bed with a splitting headache.

Fang Qingqing's voice could be vaguely heard in his ears, she was calling him.

He wanted to open his eyes, but the harder he tried to concentrate, the more severe pain he felt in his head.

The darkness in front of him gradually turned into a white mist.

In the fog, he seemed to see Fang Qingqing, talking to her, her expression seemed very sad.

"Mr. Yun, please help me this time. I promise this is the last time. From now on, he and I will go back to each other, and we will never go back and forth again."

Mr. Yun?

Yun Yan was shocked. When did Fang Qingqing return to her previous title?

He didn't like her calling her that.

Too alienated, unfamiliar, without any sense of intimacy.

He needed to have a good talk with her.

With this thought in his mind, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The person in front of me was crying like pear blossoms and raining rain. He looked pitiful and was grabbing his sleeves and begging.

"Why are you crying?"

Yun Yan was shocked, held her hand, and asked with concern.

He seemed to have never seen Fang Qingqing cry before, so he panicked for no reason.

Fang Qingqing, who was in front of him, was obviously shocked when he held his hand. There was a trace of unnaturalness in her eyes, and then she forced a smile.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't cry, but can you promise me? Help him, for the last time. Only you can save him now. I will definitely take good care of Yun Sheng and be a good mother in the future."

Yun Yan was confused.

What on earth is she talking about?

He looked carefully at the person in front of him. He clearly looked like Fang Qingqing. Why did she look like this when she spoke?

No, she is not Fang Qingqing.

Fang Qingqing's eyes were not like this.

Perhaps seeing that Yun Yan was only staring at him and not speaking, Fang Qingqing in front of her raised her hands and began to swear.

"We, Qingqing, swear from now on that as long as Mr. Yun can help Zhou Zechuan get through this crisis, I will definitely draw a clear line with him in the future and never see each other again."

Zhou Zechuan?

Hearing this name, Yun Yan frowned in displeasure. How could this person suddenly appear in Fang Qingqing's mouth when he was from so long ago?

He looked around in confusion and found that he was in the study room of the Yun Family Villa.

Before she could figure out what was going on, she saw the gauze wrapped around Fang Qingqing's wrist.

"What happened to your hand?"

Fang Qingqing quickly retracted her hand and pulled down her sleeves to cover herself.

It happened that Butler Liu brought tea in at this time. Seeing the stalemate between the two, he explained:

"Sir, you have forgotten. Two days ago, my wife took the young master to play in the park. There were some big dogs without leashes chasing the young master. The young man was frightened. It was my wife who protected the young master. One of them was bitten."

Yun Yan:? ? ?

Yun Yan was full of doubts, and when he looked at Fang Qingqing again, his eyes were full of doubts.

This was how Fang Qingqing looked when he first met her.

He couldn't tell for a moment whether the experience he had with another Fang Qingqing some time ago was a dream, or whether everything he was experiencing now was a dream.

Everything in front of me is too real.

My heart was trembling, and I felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.

"What did you just say you wanted me to help you with?" He sat down again and took a sip of the tea brought by Butler Liu. The hot tea made his tongue numb.

This made him more convinced that he was not dreaming at this moment.

Fang Qingqing seemed to be afraid of him.

He mustered up the courage to raise his head and said: "What happened to Zhou Zechuan this time was definitely an encounter with the Immortal Tiao. He is not that kind of person. Now the public opinion is very unfavorable to him. Only you can save him, Mr. Yun."

Yun Yan's hand tightened on the tea cup. The heat in his palm was almost unbearable, and veins popped up on the back of his hand.

"How do you want me to help him?"

Taking a sip of tea, Yun Yan concealed her displeasure.

"Because the female artist involved is from a management company owned by Genting, as long as she can hold a press conference..."

Seeing Yun Yan's bad expression, Fang Qingqing immediately changed her words:

"Or explain the situation on Weibo, saying that they just met by chance, and then discuss new cooperation in the hotel room, accompanied by their respective managers. Mr. Yun, it is not easy for Zhou Zechuan to get to where he is today. Please , help him."

Fang Qingqing spoke very sincerely, her expression was full of worry, and her eyes looked at Yun Yan expectantly.

Fang Qingqing would not have such a look in her eyes.

Perhaps because of the embarrassment of being looked at by Yun Yan, Fang Qingqing raised her hand to straighten the broken hair on her forehead and lowered her head again.

Quite a resigned look.

Yun Yan saw the gauze on her arm and thought.

I don't know if it's because I feel sorry for the Fang Qingqing in my heart, or because the current Fang Qingqing was bitten by a dog to protect Yun Sheng.

Inexplicably, he agreed.

"Okay! I will let others handle this matter, but you..."

His possessive desire for Fang Qingqing has already sprouted, but Fang Qingqing has never made him worry about it.

Now that he saw someone with a face exactly like hers, thinking about other men, he felt very unhappy.

Before Yun Yan could finish speaking, Fang Qingqing immediately said:

"Mr. Yun, please rest assured that I will do what I say. I will definitely do my best to be Yun Sheng's mother. If you don't want me to be in the entertainment industry, I can quit."

Yun Yan felt very uncomfortable looking at her familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Not wanting to continue the conversation, he waved his hand.

"Let's talk about these things later. You go out first."

"Ok!"

With Yun Yan's promise just now, Fang Qingqing's expression became obviously much more relaxed. After agreeing, she walked out of the study briskly.

After everyone left, Yun Yan was the only one left in the study.

He looked around the study. Everything here remained unchanged, including his favorite green plants, his own habit of placing books, his computer password and screen saver.

Everything is the same.

But why, something has changed?

He picked up the hot tea in the teapot and poured it onto the back of his hand.

A heartbreaking pain came from the back of his hand. He stood up from the chair in pain and walked out of the room quickly.

"Shengsheng, Shengsheng!"

With her rapid steps, she almost bumped into Feng's mother who was passing by.

Seeing her husband in such a hurry, Feng's mother was also startled and said quickly: "The young master is playing with his wife in the children's room. Sir, do you need me to call them?"

"no need!"

Yun Yan was eager to prove something at this moment, bypassing Feng's mother and quickly walked to the children's room.

"Hahaha, little stepmother, how can you be so stupid!"

Yun Sheng's laughter came from the unclosed door, "You should do this to hit! You have to close one eye!"

"But I've practiced it many times, but it just doesn't work."

Fang Qingqing's voice sounded a little annoyed.

Yun Yan walked in quickly and saw two people shooting darts. Yun Sheng could hit the bullseye by throwing one at random.

And the darts thrown by Fang Qingqing were crooked, falling before they reached the right place, or hitting the target far away.

Her operation made Xiao Yunsheng laugh.

One is stupid and the other is smart, but the two of them had a lot of fun.

Yun Yan clenched his fists and watched quietly.

How could the Fang Qingqing he knew so well be someone who couldn't even play non-standard games?