Chapter 684: The Voice of the Midnight
The neighbors all watched his jokes behind his back, and he told the old lady countless times that she should not be embarrassed to pick up vegetable leaves, but the old lady still went her own way, and now she has lost everyone!
If you can't do anything well, you'll only drag him back!
Ye Zhiguo, who was on fire in his heart, pushed hard, and the old lady was caught off guard, retreated again and again, and almost fell to the ground.
Ye Qingqing hurriedly rushed over and helped the old lady.
"Grandma, are you alright?"
Ye Qingqing was a little worried, the old lady's face was ugly, she had never seen her so weak, even if she was drugged by Shen Yanhong before, she couldn't get out of bed, but her spirit was still there.
But now, the old lady was like a frosted eggplant, her face was gray, her eyes were gloomy, there was no blood on her lips, and she couldn't stop trembling.
"Zhiguo...... You push me? The old lady asked sadly.
The eldest son, who has always been the most filial, actually pushed her with so much force, if it wasn't for the green girl to hold her, she would have broken her bones if she fell down like that.
and Ye Zhiguo's disgusted eyes just now, like a knife, stabbed fiercely into the old lady's heart.
Her proudest eldest son now dislikes her!
Ye Zhiguo was also startled just now, and there was a trace of guilt in his heart, no matter how bad his mother is, after all, it is his own mother, he was really wrong just now!
"Mommy...... Leave me alone, go cook!" ”
Ye Zhiguo's tone softened, and the hand holding Ye Hua was also loosened, he was too angry just now, and his brain was very messy, but now that he calmed down, he felt that Ye Hua should not know Shen Yanhong's whereabouts.
And after all, it's his own son, can he really die?
Ye Zhiguo scolded secretly, Shen Yanhong, that slut, must have thought that he would not do anything to his son, so he would run away without caring about himself, damn it!
The Ye family's dinner was even more humble than before, the old lady had no intention of cooking, and only cooked a few bowls of somen noodles, only Ye Zhiguo's bowl had a poached egg in it, and the other bowls were somen noodles with clear soup and little water, with a few green vegetable leaves floating.
Ye Qingqing suddenly lost his appetite, and his living standard regressed more and more, but with the old lady, his figure was absolutely fine!
You can't get fat if you want to!
"Why did Shen Yanhong run? Did you run away with a wild man? Maybe it's half a life of my own father back! Ye Qingqing made it up in a whimsical manner, and saw that Ye Zhiguo's face was darker than the bottom of the pot, so he ate half a bowl of noodles with satisfaction.
Although the old lady was a little disappointed in her son, she still chose to forgive, and her son had been unhappy recently, and he would lose his temper when he was in a bad mood.
"It's okay if Shen Yanhong is gone, Mom will find you a young one again, let's live a good life!" The old lady comforted.
Ye Zhiguo was in an irritable mood, and said angrily: "Mom, you don't understand anything, don't worry about my business!" ”
He looked at the light noodles in disgust, had no appetite, and put the poached eggs in the leaf birch bowl, without any appetite at all.
"Mom, our family is not going to live like a farmer, eating more vegetarian than a monk every day, how can the body stand it, in the future, cook a bowl of meat for every meal, put more oil, don't make it the same as decades ago......"
Ye Zhiguo left most of the bowl of noodles, and returned to the room with a black face, the old lady's face was not good-looking, and she didn't finish the rice in the bowl for the first time, and sighed.
The atmosphere was extremely sluggish, Ye Qingqing didn't say a word, went back to the room to do homework after eating, slept in a daze at night, Ye Qingqing got up to drink water, the old lady killed the salt seller, I don't know how much salt was put in the noodles, salted to death!
When I arrived in the living room, I heard a voice in Ye Zhiguo's room, which was from an old lady.
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