I got rich after marrying Uncle Slag Gong

The hot spring resort developed and designed by Lu Ying is first-class in terms of scenery, service, entertainment, food and accommodation, making people feel very comfortable when staying.Li Jue originally wanted to stay for a few more days, but a phone call from Shen Qingyue forced their vacation plans to be suspended midway.

I heard that Mr. Yu was admitted to the hospital.

Li Jue vaguely remembered the attitude of the other party giving him the collection of artworks with a big wave of his hand. This news successfully made him, who was immersed in the joy of vacation, cloud his mood.

From Shen Qingyue's few words, they didn't understand the condition of old man Yu's injury, so they had to pack their bags and leave immediately, explain the situation to Gu Sheng and Lu Ying, and bid farewell.Before leaving, Yu Songming asked Lu Ying to borrow a car.

On the road, both of them were very quiet.

Li Jue glanced at Yu Songming who was driving beside him, and the other person's expression was very calm, as if he didn't care.Then the veins in the hand holding the steering wheel bulged, and the body sitting upright seemed to be full of strings, stiff and somewhat fragile.

Yu Songming actually cared a lot.

Li Jue pursed his lips, not knowing how to comfort the other party.He lowered his eyes, turned on his mobile phone, and sent a message to Shen Qingyue, asking about the situation of old man Yu.

Shen Qingyue responded to the message very quickly, 【Xiaojue, go home, your father has been discharged from the hospital^o^】

Li Jue was stunned for a moment, so fast?Staring at the happy expression, Li Jue guessed that there should be no major problem.

Thinking of this, his heart was a little bit settled, and the worry in his brows and eyes dissipated, and he breathed a sigh of relief.He raised his head and said to Yu Songming: "Yu Songming, there is no need to go to the hospital. Dad is home."

The car braked sharply.

Yu Songming turned his head back with a cold expression: "What did you say?"

If he hadn't remembered his seat belt, Li Jue would have almost flown out.However, he also understood the other party's excitement, and repeated his own words: "Dad is home."

Yu Songming lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

After a while, he silently stepped on the gas pedal again.After arriving at the villa area, Li Jue was about to step in when he was stopped by Yu Songming.

Yu Songming stood in front of the door like a straight pine and cypress, but at this moment the pine and cypress lowered its head.His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his words were very light: "You go in later, the inside is messy, and you will add to the chaos when you go in."

Li Jue didn't like to hear that.

Li Jue widened his light brown eyes, and argued, "At least I can chat with Dad and make him happy—"

Yu Songming interrupted him, "Stop saying such things, why are you teasing him..." Speaking of this, Yu Songming seemed to have realized something, and asked suddenly: "Is he alright?"

Of course it's fine.

Just as Li Jue was about to explain, the two heard Mr. Yu's angry voice coming from the intercom at the door: "Yu Songming, why are you dragging Xiao Jue to the door to whine? Why don't you come in?!"

Yu Songming: "..."

Stepping into the house, Li Jue immediately saw Mr. Yu lying on the bed.The other party was wearing a loose pajamas, with a thick gauze wrapped around his right ankle, and there were scratches on both arms, which seemed to be seriously injured.

He was silent for a while and turned his head to look at Shen Qingyue, with a bit of worry in his eyes: "Is there really no need to go to the hospital?" No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like an injury that can be healed at home.

Shen Qingyue was angry and helpless, and explained to him: "The doctor originally said to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days, but he didn't, and urged him to go home after the examination." I didn't know what to rush.

That's why the scene in front of me appeared.

Mr. Yu was lying on the bed, curling his lips when he heard the words, his mustache twitched with disgust: "Hospitals smell like disinfectant, it stinks." He patted the bed and said confidently: "Of course it's better to stay at home. .”

Yu Songming on the other side snorted when he heard this, his complexion was very bad, from the inside out he looked like I was in a bad mood.

Mr. Yu was not happy, "What are you scoffing at?"

Yu Songming glanced at him, and said lightly: "Isn't it because I am in a hurry to go home because my legs are weak after entering the hospital?"

Old Man Yu was silent for a while, as if he had been poked into something, he glanced around, looking for something, and at the same time muttered: "Where is my crutch?"

Shen Qingyue quickly stopped him, "Don't move around."

Yu Songming continued to speak lightly: "Crutches are indeed very important, lest someone dance on the stairs and fall down."

Old Man Yu's face flushed with anger, and he pointed at Yu Songming: "Little bastard, come here!"

Yu Songming put one hand in his trouser pocket, his eyelashes drooped slightly, his handsome facial features were expressionless, but there was still a hint of beating: "Get up."

Old man Yu couldn't help cursing in his heart, if he could get up, would it still make you feel awkward there?

Li Jue looked at Yu Songming by the window, wondering if it was the mild light that was embellishing him, his expression looked a little better at this moment, and he was not so depressed.

Thinking of what Yu Songming said just now, something flashed in Li Jue's mind, and he suddenly realized.No wonder the last time Yu Songming went to the hospital, he was in a hurry to take advantage of the time to go to the dinner party just after the infusion at noon. Was it because his legs were weak after entering the hospital?

Suddenly, the room fell silent.

Only then did Li Jue realize that he had spoken out the guess in his heart.

Yu Songming: "..."

Looking at Li Jue's clear amber pupils, Yu Songming took the apple next to him and stuffed it into his mouth, ignoring the other's widened eyes, and said calmly: "Didn't you say you were hungry along the way?"

Yu Songming stuffed another orange into Li Jue's hand, "Eat more." Shut your mouth.

……

Old Man Yu's injuries looked horrific, but in reality they were nothing more than sprained ankles and slight scratches on his arms.Other than that, nothing major.

This relieved Li Jue a little.

Shen Qingyue wanted to take care of Old Man Yu in the bedroom, Li Jue offered to help Auntie in the kitchen, on the one hand to lighten the other party's burden, and on the other hand to be able to eat early.

Because Mr. Yu's blood sugar was a bit high, Li Jue planned to make a fried tofu with onions.But at the first step, he had a difficult time.

He can't chop onions.

Li Jue stared at the onion on the chopping board, and after a few seconds, he turned his attention to Yu Songming who was getting water from the refrigerator, "Yu Songming, can you do me a favor?"

Yu Songming glanced at him and knew that nothing was good, so he said casually, "No."

Li Jue didn't give up, "Cutting this has many benefits. It can also exercise knife skills, learn how to cook a dish, and..."

Yu Songming raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned to face Li Jue, as if he was waiting for the other party to explain why.

After holding back for a long time, Li Jue spat out a few words, "It's still possible, kill your lackluster spirit."

Yu Songming smiled, "There are so many benefits." He poured cold water on Li Jue, "Then you can do it yourself."

Li Jue: "..."

He comes and he comes.

It's just that Li Jue still thinks of onions too simply.His eyes were slightly red, and the spiciness brought by the onion made him almost unable to hold back the tears. After his vision blurred, he almost cut his hand.

Yu Songming next to him pulled out the knife in his hand, "Are you here to cut the onion, or cut it yourself?"

Li Jue wiped away his tears with a piece of paper, and looked at Yu Songming with those glowing red eyes, without any deterrent force at all: "You try it."

Yu Songming took the knife and stood in front of the onion, looking like a senior chef.When the knife was cut down, the onion burst out a strong and stimulating volatile substance again, Yu Songming's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the second knife cut empty.

Of course Li Jue didn't miss this moment, his eyes were red, and he said quietly: "Are you here to chop onions, or to chop the air?"

As he said that, he seemed to think of something, and said abruptly: "Don't you bosses all have supernatural powers? You snort coldly, let it turn itself into small pieces, and jump into the pot."

Yu Songming: "..."

Would you like to read less tea poisoning novels?

In the end, the onion was chopped and processed by the aunt.

Seeing that there was nothing to help in the kitchen, Li Jue washed his hands and went to the living room to make tea.During the period, he glanced at Weibo and found that the selection activities in Chaohua had ended.

He ranks No.1 in the list of writers.

In other words, he!can have!One hundred thousand bonus!

Li Jue kept screaming in his heart, not only that, he found out that the host of Chaohua had privately messaged him, inviting him to apply to be the host of Chaohua.

Li Jue first went to the private message to fill in the basic information such as phone number and bank card number, and waited for the bonus to be credited.Then he clicked to apply for a small host, and the host of Chaohua was approved very quickly. Soon, Li Jue's Weibo brought a golden little yellow V.

Looking at the little yellow V, Li Jue pursed his lips and couldn't help laughing.

He feels that a better tomorrow is beckoning to him.

At this time, the aunt came over. She was holding three or four bottles of medicine in one hand and a rolling pin in the other, looking very busy.Ribbon apologized to the other side: "Mr. Xiao, can you help me see the soup in the pot? I'll go upstairs to deliver a medicine, and I'll be down soon."

Li Jue put the phone on the table, and replied: "Okay." He walked to the kitchen, staring at the extremely tender soup that was gurgling in the pot, the white mist was lingering, and the aroma rushed into his nose.

Li Jue diverted his thoughts and asked his aunt for the recipe of this soup.

At this time, Li Jue's cell phone in the living room rang.The caller was persistent and would call again after a silent answer.

After it rang for five or six minutes, Yu Songming got annoyed.He picked up Li Jue's cell phone and handed it to the kitchen, "Your call."

Li Jue was holding the bowl in one hand, and holding the spoon in the other, ready to scoop out the soup and taste it, so he had no time to answer the phone.He didn't even look at it, and said to Yu Songming: "You can pick it up for me, just turn on the speakerphone."

You can be quite convincing.

Yu Songming picked up the phone, and the ringtone finally disappeared, and a girl's sweet voice came through the phone: "Hello, Mrs. Don't Sleepy. I am one of the persons in charge of Li Ming's super chat activities. Are you sure the bonus is sent to the CCB card?"

Li Jue paused when he scooped up the soup.

He put down the spoon, "Okay, just give me the phone."

Yu Songming raised the phone high and looked at Li Jue.He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice was unclear: "What Tongrenwen?"

Li Jue pursed his lips and said nothing.

The person in charge on the other end of the phone thought she was talking to her, and she said "huh", as if to confirm whether the phone number was wrong.A few seconds later, she re-explained: "It's a fanart written in the cp super chat of Li Jue and Mr. Yu Songming."

"Have you forgotten? Your article "Crying Boss, Don't Escape" won No.1. By the way, I also really like this article. Thank you, madam, for your great output!"

Li Jue's eyes darkened, his complexion turned pale, and he said straight away.

Yu Songming twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at Li Jue with a half-smile, and repeated: "The same humanities between Yu Songming and Li Jue?"

His tone was very light, mixed with a bit of irony: "You really know how to write."