Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Youyou and Yaquan were both stunned when Auntie said this, and both looked at the speaker.

Across Yaquan's arm on the wall, Youyou saw the middle-aged aunt looking at her.

"Auntie, he is not my boyfriend!"

To make sure that the other party had said that to her just now, Yuyou quickly denied it.

Yoyo denied it very quickly, fearing that something big would happen if he was misunderstood.

She explained anxiously, causing Yaquan to lower her eyes, giving her a darker look.

"Isn't it?" The aunt was shocked, and looked at Youyou and Yaquan separately, and said with a somewhat embarrassing smile, "Sorry, I missed you, it looks alike."

"..."

Youyou are ashamed, you can see whether they look like this, and it's not that brothers and sisters have facial features.

"..."

Now that Youyou had refuted, Yaquan didn't say anything.

Seeing his aunt glanced at his hand on the wall, he hesitated for a moment, but still did not take it back.

As the elevator continued to descend, Youyou and Yaquan were even more afraid to look at each other.

In this crowded elevator, Yuyou once regretted not listening to Yaquan. She should be in a wheelchair.

After finally getting down to the first floor, Yoyo seemed to be completely relieved.

After half an hour.

Yaquan's car parked downstairs in Youyou.

"Is there no elevator?"

Yaquan followed the limping Yuyou and opened a door.

Inside the door turned out to be an upward staircase.

"No, I am a stair room without an elevator."

With a cane in both hands, Yoyo looked at the steps that appeared in front of the door, and she was upset again.

She lives on the sixth floor. When will she have to climb.

"Don't you buy an elevator room?"

Ya Quan looked at the stairs blocked in front of them, a little bit troubled.

He knew that the house in the community where Youyou lived was not well located and the community was quite old, but he didn't expect that there was not even an elevator.

"Do you know how expensive the elevator room is? Our family can't afford it."

The two stood under the steps, in the dimly lit narrow stairs, looking at the steps, standing still stupidly.

If there is an elevator room, she would definitely want to live, but isn't it not allowed.

"Why can't you afford it? Isn't your dad quite rich?"

Yaquan held Yuyou's backpack in his left hand, and pushed the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose with his right hand, looking at Youyou.

According to the data investigated at the time, Yoyo's dad had tens of millions of deposits in the bank.

Even if you can't afford a luxury villa, you can still buy an elevator suite.

"Who said that my dad is rich? My dad is just an ordinary teacher. There is no problem with food and clothing. Buying a house in the Imperial Capital is a big problem."

Youyou raised his head and his eyes widened.

She knew what was happening in their family. Why would Yaquan think her father was rich?

"..."

Yaquan looked down to see Youyou, facing Youyou's innocent look, Yaquan thought for a while and didn't say much.

Every family has a lifestyle of every family, he is an outsider or he should not interfere.

"You hold this for me."

After Youyou let out a long breath, he handed the two crutches to Ya Quan.

"..."

Yaquan took the cane without knowing it.

He saw Yoyo leaping up the first step with his hands on the handrails of the stairs.

"Can you do this?"

When Youyou jumped, Yaquan couldn't help but stretched out his hand, worried that she would fall again.

"Yes."

Yoyo, who has jumped two steps, is confident.

But... "Ah!"

When jumping on the third step, Yoyo didn't jump high enough, so he kicked his left foot **** the edge of the step and threw forward with a cry of pain.