Chapter 264
The pay between people may never be equal, and it does not rule out the example of sincerely feeding the dog, but most of the time they are sincerely changing their hearts. After spending a long time together, they cultivate their feelings in mutual support.
Qin Qing is not a person with developed emotional glands. Even if she worked hard for the Qin family in her previous life, she is not half a heart to heart person. There are more and more people around in this life, but there are still special existence in different positions.
She looked at the woman with a red nose like a child in front of the bed and sighed gently. Finally, she raised her hand around her shoulder and leaned over, "Oman, you are my mother, understand?"
The reserve she had learned since childhood made her rarely express her emotions directly, but at this moment, she also said her lingering thoughts.
The pudgy body shook in vain. A drop of hot tears hit the gauze on her wrist. Oman quickly raised his hand and wiped it. His nasal voice said, "how can I be your mother? I'm a servant."
Oman felt rude and uneducated, and was satisfied to be treated differently by girls. He never dared to dream of a higher generation.
Qin Qing saw through her mind. Her heart was slightly sour. She smiled and wiped away her tears. She whispered, "when we walked out of the door of the Qin family, I wanted to rely on you. There are so many blood relatives in the Qin family. What mother and son need is that weak birth certificate."
The higher you go, the more you should understand that the continuation of family affection never depends on that piece of DNA.
Oman studies less and doesn't understand much truth, but at least he has worked in a rich family for most of his life. Naturally, he understands what the girl said. At present, he has to carry a piece of paper wrinkled in his pocket, red eyes and focus on his head, "as long as I am in one day, I will serve you all day, and I can watch you go to college, marry and have children in the future."
The simple wish is plain and beautiful, which warms the sunshine in the morning.
Qin Qing's mouth turned a smile, brilliant as a flower. Inexplicably, Feng Yan secretly joined in such a prospect.
The injury looks serious. In fact, it doesn't matter after a full rest. It's just the wrist, so many things are inconvenient, such as dressing and eating.
Out of courtesy, Qin Qing refused to eat in bed and insisted on going downstairs. As a result, she immediately regretted it as soon as she arrived at the table.
"Ah Qing, this is bone soup. You should drink more to make up for the shape." Oman quickly recovered after finishing his mood. He was beaten by the Butler a few times and wiped the ointment to eliminate the trace. At present, he is full of heart and eyes. He wants to keep the girl's wound well one day. "Come, your hands are inconvenient. I'll feed you."
With that, Oman, who has just been promoted to the position of mother, happily carries a bowl and wants to give full play to his maternal love.
"I'll do it myself, and you're still not sharp." Qin Qing looked at the other party's obviously excited expression, and couldn't help looking embarrassed. One was because of her psychological age, and the other was because of someone sitting next to her.
Since she woke up, she wanted to keep her image, um, dignified and elegant.
However, the novice's mother had no eyesight at all. She had come up with a bowl and said, "I'm strong. I've been fine for a long time. But you often have injuries on your hands since you were a child. I feed you every time."
Seventeen year olds can't stand the way of digging up old things and talking about them, not to mention Qin Qing, an aunt who runs four inside.
But before she could bear this wave of shame, the bone soup that had been brought to her mouth suddenly turned from under her eyes and fell to the other side. The horizontal line was still the same, but it was carried by another hand.
"I'll come." the man said solemnly.
"..." Qin Qing was immediately embarrassed. His white face as white as jade floated crimson at the speed visible to the naked eye. His spine couldn't stop. He wanted to avoid it later, but he was fished back faster.
"There's a wound on her back." the man threw four words concisely, controlled her movements with ingenuity in one hand and carried the soup smoothly in the other.
Qin Qing looked at the two pairs of Gulu eyes opposite the dinner table, and then looked down at the brightly colored bone soup. Her heart was suddenly dead gray. She could only comfort herself. Fortunately, the man didn't find her a bib to hang in front of her.
This shameful routine of raising children
The two middle-aged women opposite looked different.
Aunt Mei, who had served in the villa for many years, had an illusion with her eyes open. She almost suspected that her husband had been worn by the soul and her chin fell into the bowl for a long time.
Oman, who was single, didn't think about it at all. He looked at the bowl of bone soup filled with his mother's love and felt that the immature child had been taken away. But she couldn't fight. She had to wait until the end of a bowl of soup. Then she immediately picked up the rice, "come on, what I do today is what you like to eat. I'll feed..."
The last half of the word "you" was still stuck in her throat. The bowl in her hand grew legs and ran away.
"What kind of food do you want?" the man took a posture to deal with the key training projects. Almost all his upper body came to the girl with a solemn and serious look. The chopsticks in his other hand were like eyes. He quickly picked up a piece of braised meat, which can't be refuted: "eat more meat, you'll lose weight."
After vomiting and deep sleep day and night, normal people have to dehydrate two kilograms.
But this is an unforgivable lack of weight for the guardian of persistent supplements and health products.
Qin Qing is not picky about food and is easy to feed, but at the moment, he looks at Oman from a distance across the dinner table, but his eyes are full of admiration.
She regretted very much and wished she could not go back to herself who had fainted five minutes ago and refused to be fed by her mother.
Now it's retribution to be shamefully fed by men.
The Oman tiger, who received the attention from his eyes, was shocked and seemed to be full of energy. He felt that he had the ability to compete with the evil forces of stealing children. He tried to say again: "Mr. Feng, your food is going to be cold. Why don't you change it for me?"
This time I finally finished.
Hearing the speech, the man who was feeding wholeheartedly also moved his eyebrows and eyes generously, but the meaning revealed in his dark and deep eyes was absolutely unfriendly.
Oman trembled like a leaky balloon, and his courage was broken in the bowl. Finally, he had to eat hard and let the child out. While eating, he thought with fear: it seems that Mr. A's words are getting less and less this time, and his eyes are more terrible. Staring at ah Qing from time to time is like a wolf staring at people.
Thinking about it, she unconsciously worried that the girl would be bullied and couldn't even eat.
Qin Qing, who was keen to observe emotions, also noticed the difference of the man on his side and reached out under the table to touch his clothes.
Qin Qing is not a person with developed emotional glands. Even if she worked hard for the Qin family in her previous life, she is not half a heart to heart person. There are more and more people around in this life, but there are still special existence in different positions.
She looked at the woman with a red nose like a child in front of the bed and sighed gently. Finally, she raised her hand around her shoulder and leaned over, "Oman, you are my mother, understand?"
The reserve she had learned since childhood made her rarely express her emotions directly, but at this moment, she also said her lingering thoughts.
The pudgy body shook in vain. A drop of hot tears hit the gauze on her wrist. Oman quickly raised his hand and wiped it. His nasal voice said, "how can I be your mother? I'm a servant."
Oman felt rude and uneducated, and was satisfied to be treated differently by girls. He never dared to dream of a higher generation.
Qin Qing saw through her mind. Her heart was slightly sour. She smiled and wiped away her tears. She whispered, "when we walked out of the door of the Qin family, I wanted to rely on you. There are so many blood relatives in the Qin family. What mother and son need is that weak birth certificate."
The higher you go, the more you should understand that the continuation of family affection never depends on that piece of DNA.
Oman studies less and doesn't understand much truth, but at least he has worked in a rich family for most of his life. Naturally, he understands what the girl said. At present, he has to carry a piece of paper wrinkled in his pocket, red eyes and focus on his head, "as long as I am in one day, I will serve you all day, and I can watch you go to college, marry and have children in the future."
The simple wish is plain and beautiful, which warms the sunshine in the morning.
Qin Qing's mouth turned a smile, brilliant as a flower. Inexplicably, Feng Yan secretly joined in such a prospect.
The injury looks serious. In fact, it doesn't matter after a full rest. It's just the wrist, so many things are inconvenient, such as dressing and eating.
Out of courtesy, Qin Qing refused to eat in bed and insisted on going downstairs. As a result, she immediately regretted it as soon as she arrived at the table.
"Ah Qing, this is bone soup. You should drink more to make up for the shape." Oman quickly recovered after finishing his mood. He was beaten by the Butler a few times and wiped the ointment to eliminate the trace. At present, he is full of heart and eyes. He wants to keep the girl's wound well one day. "Come, your hands are inconvenient. I'll feed you."
With that, Oman, who has just been promoted to the position of mother, happily carries a bowl and wants to give full play to his maternal love.
"I'll do it myself, and you're still not sharp." Qin Qing looked at the other party's obviously excited expression, and couldn't help looking embarrassed. One was because of her psychological age, and the other was because of someone sitting next to her.
Since she woke up, she wanted to keep her image, um, dignified and elegant.
However, the novice's mother had no eyesight at all. She had come up with a bowl and said, "I'm strong. I've been fine for a long time. But you often have injuries on your hands since you were a child. I feed you every time."
Seventeen year olds can't stand the way of digging up old things and talking about them, not to mention Qin Qing, an aunt who runs four inside.
But before she could bear this wave of shame, the bone soup that had been brought to her mouth suddenly turned from under her eyes and fell to the other side. The horizontal line was still the same, but it was carried by another hand.
"I'll come." the man said solemnly.
"..." Qin Qing was immediately embarrassed. His white face as white as jade floated crimson at the speed visible to the naked eye. His spine couldn't stop. He wanted to avoid it later, but he was fished back faster.
"There's a wound on her back." the man threw four words concisely, controlled her movements with ingenuity in one hand and carried the soup smoothly in the other.
Qin Qing looked at the two pairs of Gulu eyes opposite the dinner table, and then looked down at the brightly colored bone soup. Her heart was suddenly dead gray. She could only comfort herself. Fortunately, the man didn't find her a bib to hang in front of her.
This shameful routine of raising children
The two middle-aged women opposite looked different.
Aunt Mei, who had served in the villa for many years, had an illusion with her eyes open. She almost suspected that her husband had been worn by the soul and her chin fell into the bowl for a long time.
Oman, who was single, didn't think about it at all. He looked at the bowl of bone soup filled with his mother's love and felt that the immature child had been taken away. But she couldn't fight. She had to wait until the end of a bowl of soup. Then she immediately picked up the rice, "come on, what I do today is what you like to eat. I'll feed..."
The last half of the word "you" was still stuck in her throat. The bowl in her hand grew legs and ran away.
"What kind of food do you want?" the man took a posture to deal with the key training projects. Almost all his upper body came to the girl with a solemn and serious look. The chopsticks in his other hand were like eyes. He quickly picked up a piece of braised meat, which can't be refuted: "eat more meat, you'll lose weight."
After vomiting and deep sleep day and night, normal people have to dehydrate two kilograms.
But this is an unforgivable lack of weight for the guardian of persistent supplements and health products.
Qin Qing is not picky about food and is easy to feed, but at the moment, he looks at Oman from a distance across the dinner table, but his eyes are full of admiration.
She regretted very much and wished she could not go back to herself who had fainted five minutes ago and refused to be fed by her mother.
Now it's retribution to be shamefully fed by men.
The Oman tiger, who received the attention from his eyes, was shocked and seemed to be full of energy. He felt that he had the ability to compete with the evil forces of stealing children. He tried to say again: "Mr. Feng, your food is going to be cold. Why don't you change it for me?"
This time I finally finished.
Hearing the speech, the man who was feeding wholeheartedly also moved his eyebrows and eyes generously, but the meaning revealed in his dark and deep eyes was absolutely unfriendly.
Oman trembled like a leaky balloon, and his courage was broken in the bowl. Finally, he had to eat hard and let the child out. While eating, he thought with fear: it seems that Mr. A's words are getting less and less this time, and his eyes are more terrible. Staring at ah Qing from time to time is like a wolf staring at people.
Thinking about it, she unconsciously worried that the girl would be bullied and couldn't even eat.
Qin Qing, who was keen to observe emotions, also noticed the difference of the man on his side and reached out under the table to touch his clothes.