Prosperous Marriage, Young Master Ling, don't be too bad

After a while, they also caught up with them, Gu Shuyao tightly grasped her son's little arm.

But she didn't expect Ling Sichen to throw her away, she didn't give up, Ling Sichen made a strong, merciless throw again, Gu Shuyao fell to the ground forcefully.

Her body fell backwards, and her two palms were instinctively pressed on the ground to support her body. She was fine, but her palms were scratched by the marble on the ground, and she immediately felt a piercing pain.

"Mother--"

She heard the little guy's exclamation.

However, the tall figure didn't even look back, and continued to walk forward with big strides.

That's right, he yelled at her so angrily just now, and hated her so much, he might ignore her if she fell to death.

At that moment, the impetus to get up and continue chasing them suddenly disintegrated. Gu Shuyao just sat on the ground like this, quietly watching them go away and disappear.

Afterwards, she looked around dully, tears slipped out of the corners of her eyes one by one, she lowered her head, covered her face with both hands, and cried silently.

After an unknown amount of time, the familiar call sounded again, "Mom, are you okay, Mom?"

She seemed to be dreaming.

It wasn't until the warm little hands held her gently that she slowly raised her head. In her blurred vision, the little guy looked at him with worry on his face.

She quickly hugged him into her arms and wept bitterly.

After she cried for a while, the little guy came out of her arms and said, "Come on, I'll pull you up, let's go home, okay, I'm hungry."

Come back home?

Gu Shuyao knew exactly which house she was going back to, and she agreed with her first, but Mai Xiaojuan's sudden appearance disrupted everything.

Thinking of this, Gu Shuyao naturally recalled the moment when she lost her mind and pushed her son to the ground just now. She felt a stabbing pain in her heart, stroked him with trembling hands, and asked in a low voice, "Where did it hurt from the fall just now? I'm sorry, mom is crazy, what to do?" something like that."

"It's okay, it will hurt a little, but it doesn't hurt now." The little guy said obediently, suddenly grabbed her hand, and slowly opened it, only to see blood stains on the white palm.

Without even thinking about it, the little guy lowered his head and breathed out, blew about a dozen times repeatedly, looked at her, and said, "Mom, does it feel less painful?"

Tears rolled down again and again, Gu Shuyao stared at him intently without saying a word.

"I heard that there will be bacterial infection when the wound is scratched. If it is not done properly, it will cause tetanus. Let's go back quickly. The wound must be disinfected and treated with medicine, so that it can heal quickly." After finishing speaking, he avoided the bleeding place and pulled her Hold her fingers, ready to pull her up.

Gu Shuyao also stepped up and stood up, her feet limping, but enduring the pain, she followed the little guy to the side of the road.

There, Ling Sichen drove the car, and just now he hugged his son and left without looking back. Gu Shuyao really didn't expect them to turn back, and she didn't know who was going to turn back, so she assumed it was the little guy who asked.

Sitting in the car, she hugged the little guy even more tightly into her arms, filled with a feeling of lost and found.

Back at Dijingyuan's house, the little guy let go of her hand as soon as he entered the door, and quickly ran to get the medicine box. However, he hadn't done this kind of thing before. He frowned and thought for a while, and couldn't help but look at his father , "Dad, can you help mom clean and disinfect the wound?"

After hearing this, Gu Shuyao immediately froze for a moment, subconsciously she didn't want Ling Sichen to do it, but she couldn't say it.

In the blink of an eye, a black shadow enveloped Ling Sichen and sat beside her.

"No need, I'll do it by myself, Kangkang, you can help your mother, after you learn it, you can make it yourself." Gu Shuyao still made a sound, and after speaking, she was about to take the disinfectant iodine from the little guy's hand.

Unexpectedly, the other big hand was faster than her. She could only watch Ling Sichen take the iodophor, open the bottle cap, dip a cotton swab with disinfectant, and apply it to the wound on her palm.

It's not clear if he did it on purpose, but the action was rough and the force was extremely ruthless, Gu Shuyao immediately shivered in pain.

"Mom, I'll give you a hee, it doesn't hurt." The little guy lowered his face and let her breathe.

The wound still hurts under the stimulation of iodophor, but the little guy's movements warmed her heart, and she looked at him softly.

Because it was only a relatively minor skin trauma, it was treated quickly, but there was a problem that the wound should not be wet, so she couldn't cook porridge for her son, at least not today.

She was hesitating whether to go all out or not, anyway, the wound had been bandaged, so it should be fine for her to be careful.

But the little guy Wen suddenly yelled, "Dad, Mom's hand is hurt, can you make dinner today?"

Ling Sichen looked at the little guy, then looked towards Gu Shuyao, his eyes were cold, then he stood up without saying a word, and walked into the kitchen.

The little guy immediately sat next to Gu Shuyao, and said cheerfully, "I knew Dad was reluctant to let Mom suffer. Dad pushed you just now because he was too angry for a while, but he still loves you in his heart, so don't argue with him."

For a moment, Gu Shuyao didn't know what to say, raised her hand, stroked the little guy's head lightly, and apologized again, "I'm sorry."

"It's all right, I won't bear any grudges against my mother." The little guy rolled his eyes and said, "By the way, mother, who was that grandma just now? Is it my grandma? But why is she ignoring me? "

"She's not your grandma." Seeing the little guy's puzzled look of disappointment, Gu Shuyao also answered.

The little guy opened his eyes wide, "It's not grandma, why did mom call her mom?"

"Because she is Uncle Xiao Nuo's mother." Gu Shuyao continued to speak dully.

The little guy never spoke again.

Gu Shuyao hugged him to her chest, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Mom promises you that no matter what grievances and sorrows mother encounters in the future, it will not be transferred to you. I won't get your forgiveness."

"Well, I believe my mother will do what she says." The little guy nestled in her arms and muttered.

Gu Shuyao kissed him again, and hugged him quietly like this, her mind was fussy at first, then she gradually calmed down, drowsy, until Ling Sichen finished the dinner.

He simply cooked a pot of porridge, which contained chicken shreds, abalone, scallops, and some mushrooms and chopped green onions. He also fried two light side dishes to accompany the porridge, which made people look appetizing.

The little guy ate two big bowls, and Gu Shuyao also ate one and a half bowls. As for how much Ling Sichen ate, Gu Shuyao didn't pay attention.

After eating, Ling Sichen said to the little guy, "Dad is going back to the company to process some documents. You and Mom are here. Go to sleep when you are sleepy."

Gu Shuyao's heart skipped a beat for an instant, and a feeling of repulsion spontaneously arose again, but she was suppressed in time and did not show it.

Ling Sichen's faint black eyes then turned to her again, glanced meaningfully, and walked towards the bedroom.

When I came out again, I had already changed into a set of clothes and left the house.