Sick beauty's daily routine

Chapter 8

Chao Muyun started singing again.

The voice is melodious.

"Lang, lang, concubine chasing lang, lang, where are you..."

She was dangling on the edge of the roof, looking extremely dangerous.

There was commotion around, someone called the police, and someone shouted from below.

"Jump or not? Waiting to go back to sleep!"

"That's right, the phone is almost out of battery."

"Jump..."

Chao Li closed his eyes, his face pale.

He took another step forward.

"Mom, you remember wrongly, Dad asked me to take you home."

"is it?"

Chao Muyun stopped singing, tilting his head in doubt.

"right,"

Nodding towards Li, he slowly moved two steps forward and stretched out his hand.

"You come home with me, Dad is waiting for us at home."

In fact, from birth to the present, he has nothing to that "father" at all.

Whether it is the name or the photo, I have never seen it before.

But it doesn't prevent her from moving out that unnecessary "dad" when her mother is ill.

After all, he is Mom's "good medicine."

really.

Chao Muyun's expression gradually relaxed.

She looked at Chao Li's hand stretched out to her, and slowly shook it.

Chaoli clenched her hands tightly, and pulled her mother back violently.

The two fell to the ground.

Aunt Wu quickly helped Chao Muyun up, and Chaoli also struggled to get up with the help of kind people.

He was on the verge of falling, almost unable to hold on.

The three supported each other and entered the house.

The crowd watching the excitement outside also dispersed in dismay.

"I'm going to get ready, and I'll wash my wife later. I'm drenched in the rain, so be careful not to catch a cold."

Aunt Wu is really worried.

I have been in this house for several years, Chaoli is easy to get along with and generous to her.As long as the wife does not get sick, it is not difficult to take care of her. Once she gets sick...

She pursed her lips and glanced at the pale boy.

When she got sick, she only tormented her son...

I'm afraid tonight is...

Aunt Wu sighed silently and hurried away.

Zhao Li was dizzy, his throat seemed to be on fire, and his thin eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

He tried his best not to fall asleep.

"Where's your dad?"

Chao Muyun stared at Chao Li with dark eyes.

The flowing long skirt was already wet and unable to fly.

Her waist-length hair was also wet and messy.

Chao Li picked up a knitted coat on the sofa and wrapped it around his fucking body.

"Mom, you put on first..."

"Snapped!"

The right cheek was caught off guard and slapped.

Zhao Muyun used almost all his strength, and Chao Li's cheeks became red and swollen quickly.

But he didn't even change his expression, he insisted on putting on the clothes for his mother.

"Snapped!"

Another slap.

The woman's face was distorted, like a ghost.

"I remember, your father is dead at all, you lied to me!"

Chao Li did not speak, pursed his lips in silence.

"Snapped!"

Another slap.

"And you! Are you gay?"

A drop of blood oozed from the corner of Chao Li's mouth, and he took out a tissue to wipe it off.

What if Fu Yunye sees him if he can't get his clothes on?

"Snapped!"

Chao Muyun shouted hoarsely,

"Say! Are you gay!"

Both sides of Chaoli's cheeks were red and swollen, and the originally fair and delicate skin was too horrible to look at.

He remained silent, motionless.

Chao Muyun seemed to have fallen into a state of madness, slapping his left and right sides, slap after slap.

Aunt Wu, who was peeking from the side, covered her mouth in distress and cried.

But there is no way, if the madam is not allowed to vent, she will not take medicine to sleep well.

After fighting for an unknown amount of time, Chao Muyun finally stopped.

She sat on the sofa panting, her crazy eyes gradually calmed down.

"Aunt Wu,"

Chao Li's voice was also hoarse, and he shouted in a low voice.

"Hey, I'm here."

Aunt Wu hurriedly wiped away her tears, trotted out, and helped Chao Muyun into the bathroom.

Chao Li lifted his stiff legs and entered the bedroom.

He didn't want to move a single finger of his tired body, but he still struggled to stand up.

He took off Fu Yunye's coat and hugged it in his arms dripping wet.

On top, there seems to be that person's light mint flavor.

Chao Li's cheeks were red and swollen, and his finger marks were staggered.

he thought drowsily,

How are you going to see Fu Yunye tomorrow?

How to explain it to him?

On the phone, there was still the unanswered WeChat message.

Chaoli typing, very slowly,

"I miss you."

Fu Yunye, I miss you very much, I am very...tired.

The finger lingered for a long time, and finally deleted.

"I'm home, good night."

Turning off the phone, Chao Li fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.