Ye Jue chuckled and said, "I think it's something. It turns out that it's just a small matter. My wife will decide."

"Really...really?" Ma Miaofeng was a little surprised by Ye Jue's reaction. She thought Ye Jue would be afraid that Song Yan would be too tired and didn't want her to run too much.

However, with her here, she can't make Song Yan too tired.

Ma Miaofeng raised her hand, patted Ye Jue's arm a few times, and said carelessly: "Ye Jue, you are so nice to my sister. If anyone dares to spread rumors about your domestic violence against my sister, I will hit someone. Go back quickly and come here later."

"good."

"I'll go up first." Ma Miaofeng walked past Ye Jue with a smile.

When Ye Jue walked past, he quietly stuffed the five ten yuan he had in his hand into her vegetable basket.

Then he returned to the dormitory.

When I walked into the room, I found that Song Yan was already asleep.

He sat beside her and waited for her for two hours. It was only half past six that Song Yan woke up.

She rubbed her eyebrows and said, "Why am I asleep? You don't call me."

"Look at how sound you sleep." Ye Jue helped her up, cut the hair in front of her behind her, and then brought her shoes.

Song Yan lowered her head and saw that he was holding white leather shoes for her. She raised her little face slightly and looked up at him and asked, "Where are we going?"

"I didn't go to the cafeteria to get food. When I walked out of the courtyard, I saw Sister Luo. She asked me to take you over for dinner and bought you pigeon meat." Ye Jue held her little feet and put on shoes for her.

Her feet were about to retract immediately, and Ye Jue's big palm quickly wrapped around her feet and said, "Don't move."

"I'll do it myself. My injuries have almost healed. Don't take care of me like a disabled person." Song Yan lowered her head, and her long black hair fell in front of her. She quickly raised her hand and pinned her hair behind her ears, lowered her eyes to Ye Jue's every move she insisted on putting on her shoes.

During these days at Lingnan People's Hospital, Ye Jue wiped her body, washed her face, and even brushed her teeth, he would come over with a basin for her to brush, but he would feed her food.

He wanted to spoil her as a three-year-old baby.

Although she lived a comfortable life and was nostalgic for her, she was afraid that after a long time, she would really forget all her adult skills or be spoiled by Ye Jue.

Ye Jue put one on her, then grabbed her other foot, put on her shoes, looked up and met her serious eyes and smiled, "I just want you to get better soon."

I just want to make up for his late redemption.

After putting on the shoes, Ye Jue stood up and sat beside her, saying in a heavy mood: "Wife, have you promised your sister-in-law to go to her father's store to help?"

"Well, did Sister Miao Feng tell you?"

"Sayed."

"So, do you have any ideas?"

Ye Jue took her into his arms and said, "No, as long as you are happy, I support you in everything you do, but I don't want you to be too tired. The doctor has told me that if you have thalassemia, you will be more tired than normal people."

Song Yan wrapped her hands around Ye Jue's waist, nodded, and said with a heavy "um": "I understand, then should we go to have a meal now?"

"Eat, of course." Ye Jue stood up and squatted in front of Song Yan.

Song Yan pushed him and said, "I want you to carry it, I can...ah..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Jue turned around and carried her up directly. Song Yan was startled and hit his shoulder with two small fists, and said anxiously: "Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back."
Chapter completed!