Destined Wife: The Apple of My Eye

"She has a mental problem." Lang Ruoxian winked at the bodyguard.

The man with eyes panted and rushed away from the crowd: "Xiujuan, you should return the child to someone else. This is someone else's child."

"Shhhhh ..." The woman named Xiujuan opened her eyes wide and her forefinger was next to her mouth. "Be quiet, women are going to sleep!"

Xiao Jiu'er probably was tired of crying, so he twitched and reached out to Fei Ying. But the woman hugged her, the little guy looked at her mother pitifully.

Not to mention Fei Ying, even Yan Yan's heart was broken, and she woke up awake all the time, and when she saw Xiaojiu was crying, she began to cry.

"Ma Ma ... Ma Ma!" He shouted at Xiao Jiuer.

The man with eyes full of sweat was anxious to apologize to Fei Ying: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! My wife ... my wife is mentally ill. I just hit her because she was sick."

"This is the case with your wife. Why don't you take her to the hospital?" Yan Yan blame. "Do you know this is dangerous?"

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault, I know I know!" The man looked sad, "But ... but I can't bear it and leave her alone in that place."

Yan Zheng and Fei Ying glanced at each other. They did not believe that when the man hit his wife just now, he looked pale and did not want to bear it.

"This lady." Lang Ruoxian stepped forward suddenly. "There are too many people here. Would you like to take the child home?"

The woman froze and looked up at Lang Ruoxian: "Oh! Right, go home, take my daughter home."

She was about to turn around, two people rushed behind, one grabbed her arm, and the other grabbed Xiaojiu over.

"Ah ..." the woman screamed. "My child! My child!"

"Little Jiuer!" Fei Ying stepped forward and took Xiaojiu tightly in her arms, the bodyguard quickly pulled her behind.

"Ma Ma!" Xiao Jiuer returned to the familiar arms and cried.

Fei Ying wiped her tears while coaxing her. Rolling in Yan's arms, he reached out and touched Xiaojiu's face.

"Ma Ma! Ma Ma ..."

Xiao Jiu'er still had tears in his eyes, and he straightened his lips to correct him: "Sister, sister!"

It was okay to see her so soon. Fei Ying was relieved. Yu Guang saw Fei Yi running over, her eyes panic.

"It's okay, it's okay." She could not help crying again, rushing up to be carried into the arms by a man.

Xiao Jiu'er was very glad to see Fei Yi, holding his neck to hold him.

"I'm not afraid, Dad is here." Fei Yi kissed his daughter and kissed Fei Ying again, then looked coldly at the man who was pleading with the bodyguard.

"She's not malicious, you can let her go. Don't send her to the police station." The man pulled the bodyguard tightly, and the woman sat silently on the ground.

"Have you called the police?" Feiyi asked.

A bodyguard immediately said, "Reported."

"Let's go, let's go home."

Yan Yan and Lang Ruoxian returned to Lang's house, and the woman's distraught face all along the way.

"Why, I think that woman is pitiful." Lang Ruoxian looked into the mirror.

Yan Huan wore a lilac sweater, a creamy white cashmere dress underneath, and two fluffy **** on a red flat bootie. Hair slackened in the back of the head, pinned a hairy hairpin.

He didn't know what the fashion was like, he just felt that this woman would dress well, no matter what she wore.

"Poor person, there must be something hateful. I won't plead with her. After all, her presence is not conducive to public order."

Yan Yan said lightly: "Fortunately this time, there are many people in the mall. If she was on the street, she robbed someone else's child and ran, maybe she won't be able to chase back."

"I just feel a little strange." Yan Ye told Lang Ruoxian about the beating of her husband by the woman. "You said, if you really care about your wife, why would you hit her so hard?"

Lang Ruoxian turned the steering wheel: "If you have time to care about others, you might as well worry about yourself."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Lang Hongyue will move back tomorrow."

Yan Yan: "..."

Lang Hongyue excuses the company for a holiday, and the old house Yan Yan and Lang Ruoxian, two juniors, greeted the old man and moved back to celebrate the Chinese New Year.

"The Chinese New Year is more lively." She laughed on the sofa in the living room. "Lang Jia will come back years ago, she hasn't seen it yet!"

Yan Yan feels that she is having a difficult time this year. A Lang Hongyue is troublesome enough, plus her daughter ...

"I heard that you have a good relationship with Fei's?" Lang Hongyue asked suddenly.

When he heard the word Fei rollingly, his eyes brightened, and the little dinosaur in his hand was gone. Grasp Yan Yan's hand and pointed hard at the door.

"Ma Ma! Ma Ma!"

"Want to find a younger sister?" Yan Yan could accurately determine who his son really wanted to call when he screamed.

Lang Hongyue was holding a fat dumpling he hadn't seen for more than a month, but he was so stupid except that he was a bit bigger. So far, he would only call his mother and not stand.

She glanced over her rolling legs. If, the child has a problem with his leg ...

"Sister Miss is ill, we will visit her when she is ill, OK?" Yan Yan hugged back and asked her aunt to make rice cereal.

Xiaojiuer was still scared. He went home last night and had a high fever. Early in the morning, Fei Ying called from the hospital.

"Don't bring you rolling, the hospital is not a good place," Fei Ying said to her, "you can come back when Xiao Jiuer is discharged home."

"Yan Yan." Lang Hongyue picked up an orange and peeled and looked at her, "Would you like to check it?"

"Why do you have to check if you are not sick?" Yan Yan frowned.

Lang Hongyue's red nails split the orange into two: "I didn't have a child, it wasn't like Lang Jia when he was a kid."

"Every baby's development is different, and some will only talk when they are two years old." Yan Yan glanced at his son, and rolled a small smile to her, then continued to bow his head and struggle.

"I'll be one year old in two months?" Lang Hongyue wiped his hands clean. "He won't even stand, let alone his legs ..."

"You bullshit!" Yan Kun interrupted her, and said politely, "I'm my son, I know better than anyone if he has any questions."

"Ma Ma?" Billowingly affected by Yan Yan's emotions, he flung into her arms timidly.

The confusion on his face was all over Yan Yan.

Yan Yan twitched his lips, and the anger just disappeared.

"Ma Ma is okay, chubby!" The fat gangster smiled when he saw Ma Ma, and then he would continue to eat rice cereal.

Lang Hongyue felt that eating everything was too disgusting, too lazy to look at him, and glared: "That's how you talked to me? You forgot who brought you back to the Lang family, who made you the Lang family Grandma. "

"I'm not willing." Yan Yan did not mind tearing her face with her, and since she designed herself, she has no plans to use it by Lang Hongyue.

Obviously ... Lang Hongyue has not realized this yet. In her eyes, Yan Huan is a helpless widow, and she can let her rub and squash.

"Don't forget what you promised me!" Lang Hongyue was also angry. "What? Because of the painfulness of the old man now, you thought you could fight me?"

"I never want to oppose you. You can't stand me." Yan Yan looked at her straight back. "You want to drive me out of Lang's family, you don't want to think about it, you are so small, you are so anxious, mine Good aunt! "

Lang Hongyue covered her chest: "You ... you're going to anger me!"

"It's best if you are willing to live in peace with me. If you don't want me, I'll take a roll and live with the old man. Like you said, I just rely on the old man's pain!"

Yan Yan hugged her fullness and said, "Leave my son! Let's go to the bath."

Watching her go upstairs, Lang Hongyue picked up an orange and threw it out severely: "Dead girl!"

"What's the matter with you?" Tian Bocheng came back just to see her trembling and walked over to her, "Good and angry with anyone."

"Yan Yan's that cheap girl." Lang Hongyue glanced at him, "What have you done?"

Tian Bocheng took off his coat and sat down: "Did I not tell you when I went out in the morning? My sister moved today and I will send her."

"Your sister moved back to your parents?"

Tian Bo succeeded in a younger sister who had recently divorced. I heard that her husband raised a junior outside.

"No, she didn't want to go back and rented a house outside herself."

Lang Hongyue chuckled and said, "It's so nice. You gave the money, right? ..."

"Hey, look ... this is the situation with her now, can't I be a big brother?"

Tian Bocheng rubbed Lang Hongyue's shoulders: "She is only in her thirties and she has no work. Can I arrange to go to you?"

"What will she do?" Lang Hongyue glanced at him. "Since we got married, your family has depended on you to support her. She hasn't worked since she came out of school. Will you let her go to my company? Be a cleaner?"

Tian Bo finished his meal, and then pressed her a few times as if nothing happened: "It won't be possible to learn! Wait for the year to see if you can't, just go to my company!"

Because of the New Year's Eve and Lang Hongyue's family, Yan Yan suddenly lost her interest. At first sight, it was the 28th day of the lunar month. Early in the morning, I heard that my aunt said that Lang Jia was back today.

She didn't even want to go downstairs. Just as Fei Ying called and said that Xiao Jiuer was discharged from the hospital, she let her roll over to play.

"Xiao Jiuer is all right?" At the Fei family, Yan Ye took out a doll.

Xiao Jiu Er kissed her and yelled at her aunt, holding her doll.

"Ma Ma! Ma Ma!" Billy also wanted to kiss, Xiao Jiuer called his brother again, and kissed him.

Fei Ying asked everyone to sit in the living room: "It's okay, just a normal fever."

"That's good, but don't leave any sequelae." Yan Yan touched Xiao Jiu'er's head, and he quickly rolled his own head at the first sight.

Yan Yan also touched his head, and the little one was satisfied with playing with Xiaojiu.

"Do you know anything about that woman?" Fei Ying suddenly lowered her voice. "It's too pitiful."