Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

Mu Zhiliang also bowed deeply to them and made a sincere request, which was also his longing.

Mu's mother left, and little pudding did not show up. In fact, he had been hiding and listening and watching.

After talking with Xiao Wuyang last night, his mentality had calmed down a little. But when his grandpa and grandma came over and talked to him, he felt sad again.

He understood clearly that no one in the Leng family should disturb his mother again, including him!

He is from the Leng family and his surname is also Leng!

Leng Bingnuo specially took the chestnut cake brought by Mu's father and mother for little pudding to eat.

Chestnut cake is sweet and delicious, but it tastes bitter in the mouth. I can’t express the bitterness and it makes me feel bad.

He still ate it piece by piece because it was made by his grandma and it was his mother's favorite.

He also wants to like what his mother likes to eat.

"Cough!" He choked suddenly and ate in a hurry.

Leng Bingnuo quickly patted his nephew's back and said, "Little pudding, eat slowly. There's more. Don't worry. If you like it, ask your grandparents for some later."

She thought Little Pudding was greedy, but she found that there were tears in his eyes.

Realizing something, he hurried to comfort her: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's okay, your aunt loves you, your grandma and great grandfather love you, we all love you!"

Leng Shizun came over quickly, and little pudding held back his tears and decided not to cry. He wanted to be strong.

A voice shouted: "I want to change my last name to Mu Pudding, and not Leng Pudding anymore!"

Leng Shizun was anxious, and quickly moved closer to his face and said coaxingly:

"The surname Mu is not good, Mu Pudding Mu Pudding, which is pronounced as "mu you", which means there is no pudding to eat!

How can you live without pudding when you love it so much? You are so pitiful!

His words were funny, and he put his hands out to the sides to indicate that he had nothing, and he looked pitiful for his great-grandson.

But in reality, he was very nervous and cautious, and he would never let his great-grandson change his surname!

His great-grandson is a member of the Leng family and will inherit the entire Leng family in the future!

"Then my name is Xiao Pudding! Not the Xiao in Xiao Jianguo, but the Xiao in Xiao Wuyang!"

Little Pudding had his own ideas, and Leng Shizun could understand them, and he became more anxious:

"Xiao Pudding is not good either, Xiao Pudding, Xiao Pudding, it sounds so depressing, but there is no pudding to eat!"

"Then I don't want a name anymore. Just call me Hey when you want to call me!" Little Pudding pouted stubbornly. He felt sad.

"How can you not have a name? You are my great grandfather's sweetheart!" Leng Shizun was about to cry, but he couldn't cry and could only comfort her.

"Be good, just call it cold pudding, cold pudding cold pudding, it rhymes!

Moreover, in the hot summer, taking a bite of the pudding that has been refrigerated in the refrigerator is cool and refreshing.

This cold pudding, cold pudding, cold pudding, the name alone sounds so much cooler!"

He said it very seriously, just like it was real. An Yanshang suddenly appeared:

"What about winter? It's freezing cold and it's easy to get an upset stomach!"

As soon as he entered the room, he started to make fun of the situation. Leng Shizun was so angry that he threw something at him, and An Yanshang hurriedly caught it.

"Grandpa, I was just kidding. Don't be impulsive. If you hit me on the head and knock me unconscious, there won't be a doctor as good as me to change the medicine for your grandson!" He was telling the truth.

Leng Shizun was anxious again, glaring angrily, "Why did my good grandson hit your head?! He is sitting here peacefully, don't spit blood at him!"

"Uh," An Yanshang frowned, "It's not this cold pudding, it's that sudden, that sudden...

I went upstairs to change Leng Qianhan's dressing, and he's in pain again!"

"Let him feel pain, more pain, let him suffer death!" Leng Shizun gritted his teeth. The person he disliked the most was his rebellious grandson.

"Grandpa!" Leng Bingnuo still cared about his brother very much.

An Yanshang went up by himself, shaking his head as he walked, muttering, "Cold Pudding, out of the blue, he really knows how to come up with a name..."

After changing the dressing, Little Pudding secretly found An Yanshang and checked left and right to make sure no one was talking:

"Doctor An, I need plastic surgery, please help me."

"What!?" An Yanshang was horrified, his eyes widened, "You don't just want plastic surgery, you want to change your entire face!"

"You understand me!" Little Pudding thinks that An Yanshang is also a smart person.

"I understand you, but no! You're still a kid, this is not a joke!"

"I just want to have plastic surgery and change my face. I told you, please keep it in mind, I will find you again.

Also, this is a secret between us, don’t tell anyone else.”

Little Pudding was not discussing with him, but informing him so that he could be mentally prepared.

An Yanshang felt that this kid was really difficult to deal with. If he told the adults in his family, they would definitely hate him for the rest of their lives!

In the hospital, the sunlight shines in through the window of the ward, shining on the sunflowers on the table, full of vitality.

Mother Mu and Xiao Wuyang would always buy sunflowers and put them in a vase, hoping that Qingqian would grow towards the sun like a sunflower and never sink again.

Xiao Wuyang stayed in the ward all the time, never leaving, but Qingqian's mental state was still not good.

He sat beside the bed, his eyes never leaving the person on the bed. His deep eyes and clearly visible stubble on his face made him seem to have more mature masculine charm, but also a little haggard.

After a long while, Qing Qian still didn't move. Xiao Wuyang took her hand with heartache and put it on his gentle face.

Looking at her fragile appearance, he couldn't help but feel tears in his eyes.

"Qing Qian, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let those people in, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He said sorry with tears in his eyes and blamed himself for the mistake.

"Woo..."

Too much regret, too much heartache, I couldn't control my sobs and almost cried. Why wasn't he the one suffering from all this?

He thought Qing Qian would continue to sink, but Qing Qian suddenly said:

"Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Xiao Wuyang was so surprised and happy that his hands and feet were in a mess. He looked around and couldn't find anything to eat for a while.

Finally found it, opened it in front of Qingqian, and the fragrance filled my nose.

"Your mother just made the yam and lean meat porridge. It's light and nutritious. The doctor said it's the best."

"Ah."

Xiao Wuyang fed her with a spoon, and was very careful with each spoonful.

"I can eat it myself."

Xiao Wuyang did not refuse. This was a big improvement for Qingqian. She had not eaten much these days and basically relied on intravenous drips.

In the next few days, Mu Qingqian took the initiative to eat, talk to her family and Xiao Wuyang, and her mental state gradually improved.

Xiao Wuyang found a psychologist for her, and the doctor gave the conclusion: Maybe it was because she had experienced the most painful thing, and once she got through the most difficult moment, nothing would be more difficult, and everything would slowly get better.

Xiao Wuyang felt relieved and looked forward to the day when Qing Qian would return to normal, start over, and be reborn.

This is their common hope.