Mr. Yao helped Mrs. Lu sit down.

Mrs. Yao looked at her best friend's face in surprise and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Lu moved her lips dryly and couldn't speak.

Mr. Yao quickly went to pour her a glass of boiling water and some candy. Just now, Mrs. Lu was sweating all over.

Mrs. Lu took the cup and drank a sip of water, and said, "Hurry up and go to the bathroom to take a look. I don't know what's wrong inside, I only see blood."

Both Mr. Yao and Mrs. Yao felt strange. Mrs. Lu was not afraid of blood.

When Mr. Yao hurried to the bathroom, Mrs. Yao hugged her grandson and walked to her side, saying, "Who is you scared by? Your son? Your daughter-in-law?"

Mrs. Lu didn't say anything, looking at Xiao Baozi as if she was worried that she would come over and touch the child's head.

"Grandma." Xiao Baozi held the old man's hand.

Mrs. Lu felt that the heart in her mouth was beating very hard.

When Mr. Yao walked to the bathroom, Mr. Jun helped Bai Lu up and said when he saw him: "What's wrong with my mother?"

"Are you scared by you two?" Mr. Yao grabbed the door with one hand and squinted his eyes cunningly, "What's wrong with you two?"

"She fell." Jun Ye didn't want to explain more, "Please help me get a bleeding sticker."

Seeing that Bai Lu's clothes were wet, Master Yao quickly put away his gaze of inappropriateness and walked outside to find a bleeding sticker. When he walked to the living room, he comforted Mrs. Lu: "It's okay, I fell down. The blood was flowing out when the needle was pulled, and it's okay."

Mrs. Lu nodded, her movements a little numb.

Seeing his grandmother like this, Xiao Baozi remembered the way his mother saw his little hand being cut by glass last time. Her grandmother's expression was really similar to her mother at that time.

Mr. Yao searched for the medicine box for a long time before his head suddenly became enlightened. He rushed back to his house opposite and easily found his medicine box. He took a hemorrhage-stop sticker and returned.

Jun Ye had already closed the bathroom door of [31 Novel Network        Update Quickly] and asked him to pass it in through the crack of the door.

After Master Yao handed over the bleeding sticker, he put it on the door panel and said considerately: "You wash her slowly. If you have any trouble, just shout through the door panel."

Bai Lu was pressed by Jun Ye, and her face was flushed with shame. When she heard him, her eyes glared and she was furious: "Yao Ziye! Why don't you take good care of your own son?!"

Sister Bai Lu was annoyed!

Mr. Yao is not stupid. His hands are sore when he holds his son. Anyway, his mother is holding him, and he walks back to the food hall and continues to drink the unfinished noodle soup.

"This bastard, Jiayin gave many explanations when he left. He kept saying goodbye. Even his son couldn't coax him." Bai Lu cursed, keeping his head down in front of Jun Ye.

The needle mouth just happened to be pulled out. It was time to take a shower with two hands. But Jun Ye thought that she could fall like that, and his heart kept hanging in his heart and said, "You wash, I'll watch from the side."

Bai Lu was stunned when she heard what he said. Those who didn't know thought he was learning the hooliganism of someone. Of course, she knew that he was looking at her, and that was the same. Perhaps everyone thought she was a great beauty, but in Jun Ye's eyes, she was never a great beauty, she could only be considered a woman. After marriage, she was a wife in Jun Ye's eyes. Whether she was beautiful or not, she was just a wife.

Perhaps some women think it’s good to marry such a husband, so there’s no need to be afraid of becoming a yellow-faced woman and being disliked. However, Bai Lu always thinks that Jun Ye is not passionate. What does marrying a husband without passion mean? The meaning is really not something that ordinary women can understand.

Jun Ye reached out to move her small stool that she had just fallen before she sat on it, put it under her butt, sat in a corner of the bathroom, showing great patience and guarding her.

Bai Lu looked at his indifferent expression and could only recall the old men who were guarding the door at the door of the unit. No, those old men seemed very active at least. If Jun Ye put a newspaper in his hand in this way, he would definitely yawn while reading the newspaper.

"Don't you wash?" Jun Ye saw that she didn't move for a long time, and he held back his temper and started to speak.

It was said that it was a couple, but took off his clothes in front of him.

Bai Lu really wanted to take a hammer at this time and pry open his head to see what was installed there.

"You go out and wait." Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore, and Bai Lu opened her lips.

The clothes and pants stained with water outlined the exquisite curves on her body, like watching flowers in the fog, revealing a bit of seductiveness.

Jun Ye frowned a little: "Didn't you just fall? I'm not here to look at you, how do I know if you fainted?"

"Isn't it a sound when I fell? Why don't you know when you stand outside the door?" Bai Lu clenched her fists unconsciously, her voice hoarse.

Seeing that she insisted on seeing her, she couldn't do anything. Besides, she was afraid that she would catch a cold if she was wet like this, so she would have to stand up helplessly, and when she opened the bathroom door and walked out, she complained: "I haven't seen you before."

After hearing his words, Bai Lu finally couldn't help it when he walked out to close the door. He opened his firepower and took off a slipper and hit the door.

The food hall was close to the bathroom, and Master Yao heard the sound. It sounded like someone swept someone and made him jump up suddenly. As a result, he saw Jun Ye standing at the bathroom door. Jun Ye's head turned back forty-five degrees, his eyes locked the door panel like a torch, and his mouth pursed into a hard straight line.

Mr. Yao put his hand on his shoulder: What's wrong?

Judging from this situation, it’s not like Jun Ye being swept away. No matter how angry Jun Ye is, he will never beat his wife.

Jun Ye opened his lips slightly, and the curve of the corners of his lips seemed to be smiling. No, it looked very much like the expression he usually said cold jokes. A few words then popped out from the gap between his teeth like bullets: "Bai Lu, are you falling?"

Everyone could hear the sound that it wasn't that a person fell down. It was Sister Bai Lu's hurricane that wanted to hit someone.

Sister Bai Lu was probably inside, because she was choked up by Jun Ye’s cold joke so that she could vomit blood. Master Yao thought, if it were him, she would definitely vomit blood.

After hearing what he said, Bai Lu took off her other slipper and considered whether to throw it on the door. She had to consider the consequences after this swing. Jun Ye had a bottom line. If she swung the slippers again, he would definitely break into the door without caring about it and pick her up like a child's butt.

Actually, what he said just now was right. He was my husband, of course he had seen her body, but he had never seen how could a little bun be born? But, she never knew that he would say it straightforwardly like Gao Dashuai, Master Yao. Speaking of which, it may be because he was not like Gao Dashuai and Master Yao that he spoke so unscrupulously.

Considering the end, Bai Lu put away the slippers in her hand.

Through the door panel, his throat that was unchanged like the Arctic wind blew in: "Ten minutes. If you can't wash it in ten minutes, I'll open the door."

"Ten minutes?" The elegant sister Bai Lu didn't wake up all drunk, so she easily rushed again, "Do you think you are training people in the Devil Training Camp?"

Jun Ye’s wooden board face is still windy: “I’m starting to time.”

Mr. Yao raised his eyebrows and saw that the couple was flirting and scolding were quite interesting. He left and continued to drink the soup.

Bai Lu cursed inside, but knew that he was definitely not a joke when he said that ten minutes was definitely not a joke. He started taking off his clothes and scrubbing them very quickly.

In the living room, Mrs. Yao played with the sleeping grandson's hands and said, "Oh, look at this child, why did he sleep so well? He didn't sleep like this at home."

Xiao Baozi raised his little head, looked at Luo Luo's sleeping look, and said, "Little Pig."

Lolo might have heard him in his dream, and then flicked his hands and feet.

Mrs. Lu then said to her grandson: "Don't say that, Lolo Lolo is a well-behaved child, and he won't make trouble."

"He was crying and making a fuss here just now." Xiao Baozi told Luo Luo's case.

"Who made him cry?" Mrs. Yao was not spoiled by her grandson, but knew that Luo Luo's temper would never throw tantrums like other children.

"Who else? Uncle Yao." Xiao Baozi easily confessed to the culprit of Master Yao.

"Yao Ziye!" Mrs. Yao called her son and confronted her in person.

Mr. Yao drank the soup and pretended that he didn't hear it.

Mrs. Yao gritted her teeth: "Okay, I've bullied my son, and I still dare not come out to admit the account!"

Lu Huan laughed loudly, and while laughing, he caught the little bun next to him and educated him: "Remember, I'll stay away from you, Uncle Yao, these two days from now on."

The little bun nodded in a daze.

Mr. Yao wiped his mouth clean with a tissue, walked out slowly, and said, "Mom, why didn't I bully him? Is it good that he bullied me? Didn't you see that I was about to rush over to remove the bed at home?"

Mrs. Yao glared at him with a squinted look: "Why did Luo Luo just cry?"

"How did I know?" Mr. Yao denied his crime calmly.

"You are a father, will you not know why your son cried?"

"I really don't know." Mr. Yao spread his hands and looked innocent.

At this time, Luo Luo, who was sleeping in grandma's arms, rubbed his little face against grandma. Mrs. Yao then found that the colors on both sides of her grandson's face seemed a little uneven, and immediately roared at her son: "Have you pinched his face?!"

Mr. Yao twitched in his teeth.

"What are you doing if you're fine?"

"He is my son, can't I tease him? When I was a child, I didn't know how many times I had pinched my face. Which child cried when he pinched his face. He was more clean than me and more narcissistic than me!"

Mrs. Yao was shocked by her son's words, so she had goose bumps all over her body.

Mr. Yao thought he plucked his bangs casually and said, "Anyway, he is a boy. It is wrong for a boy to care too much about his face. I pinched his face for his own good."

Mrs. Yao was fair and didn't care about it and hit him a little: "When you were kid, you were pinched on your face, and you wanted to bite someone's finger back!"

Mr. Yao was not going to admit his recklessness about this matter: "Do I have it?"

"Yes." Mrs. Yao said, hugging her grandson gently and saying to her, "Don't pay attention to your dad. If he dares to pinch your face again, you can bite him."

Master Yao scratched his head irritably, as if he was walking back to his house opposite him with a fierce momentum, and slammed it to the door.

Seeing this, Mrs. Lu talked about Mrs. Yao: "You have a grandson and a son."

Mrs. Yao looked calm: "This is normal. It is better to rely on her grandson than to rely on her son."

Mrs. Lu pursed her lips and laughed out loud.

Seeing that her best friend was getting better, Mrs. Yao narrowed her eyes and said, "You, don't always think about her son, learn from me, think about her grandson more."

Mrs. Lu touched her heart, and then said to her youngest son Lu Huan: "You can stay here to sleep with Zhengzheng tonight, see what else does your brother and sister-in-law need help."

"I understand, mom." Lu Huan agreed.

Seeing that the time was almost over, Mrs. Yao took her grandson home and pulled Mrs. Lu away. While going down the stairs, she could hear Mrs. Yao continue to educate Mrs. Lu: You are too worried, so worried that you can't bear it. Think about it, if you fall down, what will Lu Jun do and what will Bai Lu do? I see, by that time, you will become the real culprit.

Mrs. Lu just said after a long time: It is not so easy to be a mother-in-law.

Mrs. Yao joked about her: You are like a daughter-in-law, and you are facing a great enemy. What if Huan'er gets married? Two, wouldn't you put a knife on your neck every day?

Mrs. Lu did not deny this: Maybe.
To be continued...