Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Yaquan's attention never left Yuyou.

So when Yoyo screamed together, his hand stretched out immediately.

When falling forward, Yoyo only felt that the waist and abdomen were suddenly pulled back by an irresistible force.

Then, seeing that she was about to fall head-on on the steps, she who was likely to be disfigured by the fall, stood up abruptly.

"Thanks, thank you."

Youyou, who was so frightened by himself, looked down and found that it was Yaquan who held her at the critical moment.

Youyou patted her chest with lingering fears.

Fortunately, she was scared to death.

"Take a cane."

Yaquan finally couldn't stand it anymore, and Yoyo handed her the crutches back to her with such a semi-disabled appearance.

"..."

Youyou took the crutches subconsciously and looked at Ya Quan with a confused expression.

"I, I can go up by myself."

When Yoyo saw Yaquan suddenly bent down and stretched her arms to reach her, she guessed that he was going to hug her.

"What's okay? Can you fall again and limp the other leg?"

Yaquan couldn't refuse to hold Yuyou up in his waist, and didn't look down at Youyou, but he picked her up and walked up.

He could detect that Yoyo was avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally.

It was not so sure before, but now it is even more certain.

There is nothing shameful about them, so why are they hiding from him?

"..."

Yuyou, who held the cane tightly with both hands, quietly raised his head and glanced at Yaquan, not daring to speak any more.

The stairs are relatively narrow. When Yaquan is holding her around the corner of the platform, he has to be sideways to get up.

On the way upstairs, Yoyo's plaster leg was bumped, and Ya Quan was almost on his side.

Although being held by Yaquan, Yoyo was actually a little worried that he would fall.

She was holding the crutches in both hands, she had no more hands to climb Yaquan, and she leaned on his arms to hold her.

It was inevitable that he really fell, Yuyou could only shrink and lean on Yaquan as much as possible.

"Yoo, how heavy are you?"

Yaquan hugged Youyou all the way up to the fourth floor. In the silence of both of them, he suddenly looked down at her.

"Is it heavy?"

Youyou's heart suddenly came up.

Thinking of something, Yuyou immediately lowered his head and glanced at his big breasts.

Then, she grabbed the crutches with both hands, intentionally or unintentionally shielding her chest.

Isn't she too heavy?

"No, it's too light, you should eat more."

Yaquan didn't know why Yuyou suddenly protected her chest, but when he saw her chest protector, he silently looked away.

"..."

Yuyou, who was slightly depressed, was startled.

Too light?

But Chunyu Cheng obviously thinks she is heavy, and also said that she has a heavy chest.

Is she light or heavy?

Under the dim yellow light in the stairwell, Yaquan carried Youyou up to the sixth floor.

There are two suites on the sixth floor, 601 and 602, and Yaquan stands decisively in front of the door of room 601.

"Can you get the key?"

Yaquan looked down at Youyou, her backpack still on his wrist.

"It should be possible."

Youyou originally wanted Yaquan to let her down.

Seeing that Yaquan didn't mean to let go of her, she hugged the crutches tightly with one hand and stretched out the other hand.

She put the key in the side pocket of her backpack, which is easy to hold.

"got it."

After Yuyou took out the key, he reached out to open the door.

When she opened the door, the door of 602 next to her was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman came out.

"Youyou are back?" The middle-aged woman opened the door and saw that Youyou was being held with a plaster cast on her feet. When she looked at the person holding her, her eyes suddenly brightened, "Youyou take her boyfriend. "