Chapter 967: I do n’t like her anyway

Otherwise, I do n’t have time to accompany you.
Xia Anlan said to Yan Qingsi: "Qing Si, if you don't like Ru Shuang, I'd better let her go back."
Yan Qingsi shook her head: "It's not necessary. It probably feels like what she said, I can't see through."
Yan Qingsi shrugged: "Anyway, I don't like her very much, but you can rest assured that I know my grandmother and grandmother all like her very much. I won't make them embarrassed and I don't need to let her go back. It ’s rare in itself, there ’s no need to kick her away, it really made him go, it ’s not how small we are.

Xia Anlan touched Yan Qingsi's head: "We are still very sensible."
Yan Qingsi raised an eyebrow: "Of course, I'm not a kid anymore."
Yue Tingfeng shook her mouth, touched her head, and cut!
Xia Anlan swept over, Yue Tingfeng touched his nose, his eyes looked in other directions.
......
Mrs. Xia, Mrs. You said that she was going to help the old lady with cooking. The old man wouldn't let him.
"The first meal your aunt woke up, I promised to make it for her in person. You go to rest, go, go."
In fact, he just cooks white porridge, but now the old lady is enough to eat these.
"Uncle, do you really need me to help you?"
The old man put the pot on the stove, poured water, poured the washed rice into it, and opened the fire with little skill: "No, no, I can do it myself."
Mrs. You nodded: "Well ... well, I'll go out first, if you need any help from me, just say."
"it is good."
Mrs. You stood outside the door and looked for a while, seeing that the old man really did not need her help, he left the kitchen.
Walked out of the kitchen and heard two maids cleaning the living room talking.
"Look, when Miss Qingsi comes back, the old lady wakes up, she was born."
"Isn't it? Miss Qing Si is really an old lady's blessing. This blood relationship is more important than the others."
"Yes, Miss Qing Si is probably the only one at home. The old lady is so good to Master You. She must not love her granddaughter."
"In the end, they are biological, so they have to be better than outsiders."
Mrs. You's face turned out to be uglier, and her hand holding the bag was unconsciously tight.
The two spoke, and when they turned around, they saw Mrs. You, who was standing not far behind them, so scared that the rags in their hands had fallen off.
Mrs. You's face slowly eased a little, and said, "Father, cooking in the kitchen, you will go in and help me."
They nodded quickly: "Oh, what a good job."
Mrs. You crossed them and went upstairs.
When she disappeared, the two dared to anger.
"Oh my god, it scared me, she ... why was she behind, we said, she heard it all?"
"Should ... be okay? We ... didn't say anything? We didn't say how she was, those things ... are facts."
Back to the room, Mrs. You could not control the depressed mood from the hospital. She leaned on the door, her head down, her body trembling, and finally she raised her hand and threw the bag in the ground.
She slid down against the door, sat on her knees, and cried, holding her face.
Useless, still useless ... Doing so much effort is still useless.
The Xia family did not regard her as a family member. What was wrong with her?