The lazy beauty dotes on her husband so much, she deserves to have a partner

Leng Yizi was feeling sleepy, but he managed to hold on and said, "Brother, you are so nice."

"Well, go to sleep if you're tired!"

Bai Lian pulled the quilt around him and closed his eyes.

The next day, Leng Yizi had already prepared himself mentally when he woke up, so he was not as shocked as he was the first time when he came to Bai Lian's room again.

Leng Yizi left here quietly, as if nothing had happened.

After getting up, Leng Qianan went downstairs to have breakfast, but did not see Leng Yizi. After asking Liu Ma, she found out that he had gone to the company again.

Leng Yian thought to himself, as expected, Daddy still can't change his workaholic habit in a short period of time, it seems that he can only take it step by step.

At this time, Leng Yizi, who was supposed to be working in the company, appeared in a private clinic.

Doctor Luo pushed his glasses down on his nose, and the raised brows indicated a difficult situation.

He looked at Leng Yizi.

"According to what you said, your condition should have worsened, but based on this report alone, your condition is stable and has shown a trend of improvement. Have you encountered any special people or events during this period?"

Special person or thing? It must be Bai Lian!

Both times she had an attack she went to his room, and she could feel her heartbeat quicken as soon as she got close to him.

Leng Yizi: "Yes..."

Listen to Dr. Luo who has completed the whole process, relying on his many years of experience.

"The person you are talking about is very likely the key to curing you!"

Leng Yizi seemed to be lost in deep thought.

Memories went back to his childhood.

Although his family was not wealthy, at least his parents lived in harmony, and he originally thought that his life would always be so ordinary.

But things went against their wishes. My father cheated on my mother and she couldn't bear the trauma and her mental state began to deteriorate.

At first she was still mostly lucid, but the mistress came to the door, and finally her father ran away, and her mother became completely mentally ill.

She gave Leng Yizi a loving smile in one second, and threw Leng Yizi to the ground in the next second.

She laughed crazily, "Leng Qing, you are just like your name, cold and heartless. How am I inferior to that vixen? I even gave birth to Yizhi for you!"

"Right...what about Yizhi?!"

She seemed to regain consciousness a little. Seeing the child lying on the ground, she wanted to touch the little face that she had slapped with her trembling hands.

"Yi, Yizi, I'm sorry...it's your mother who is sorry for you. Can you forgive me?"

Leng Yizi nodded. His mother was just sick. She had been very good to him before and he couldn't blame her.

Afterwards, Leng Yizi understood that his mother had a hard time, so he would take the initiative to prepare meals for his mother every day after coming back from school. However, his mother was still mentally unstable, and sometimes even knocked over all the meals he had worked so hard to prepare.

The scalding soup splashed directly onto his hands.

At that time, Leng Yizi was only seven years old and had just started elementary school.

In order to cook well, he was scalded countless times. Whenever he felt painful and wronged, he would think of his mother and cheer up again.

Finally, his cooking skills improved from a novice to a skilled one.

When he was eight years old, he returned home and found that his mother had prepared a meal and her face was smiling as before she fell ill.

Considering her previous experiences of suddenly changing her expression many times, Leng Yizi felt a little nervous and didn't dare to approach her easily.

His mother waved at him kindly, "Yizhi, come here quickly, I cooked your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs!"

Hearing this, Leng Yizhi felt hopeful. Has his mother recovered? !

His eyes suddenly turned red, and he walked over slowly and put down his schoolbag.

The mother smiled gently, "How old are you? Why are you still crying?"

"Come, try it and see if your mother's cooking skills have deteriorated."

She picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it in his bowl.

Leng Yizi showed a long-lost smile. When he lowered his head to eat, he did not notice the hatred that flashed across his mother's eyes.

He ate it, then looked up at his mother and said with a smile: "Mom's cooking skills and..."

He felt a sharp pain in his stomach, which made him speechless. All the color in his cheeks faded away, leaving only paleness. He fell to the ground and raised his trembling hands with all his strength to ask his mother for help.

“Mom…Mom, save me!”

He guessed in his heart that it was the problem with the piece of meat, but he still didn't want to believe it. He wanted to pretend that he knew nothing, and then everything could go back to the way it was before.

His mother stood up, her eyes revealing crazy hatred, "You look more like him when you smile!"

"Yizhi, I have thought of a perfect way to bring your father back, but it will require you to suffer a little more!"

"He" naturally refers to Leng Qing, Leng Yizi's father.

After she said this, Leng Yizi couldn't deceive his own heart and tears rolled down his eyes.

His eyes were completely plunged into darkness.

When I woke up again, the room was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from outside.

"Susan, how could you become so vicious? Yizhi is also your child?!"

"Ah Qing, how can you say that to me? I'm doing this for our family. As long as you come back, we can still be a complete and harmonious family like before!"

"You're crazy! I think you're really crazy! Do you know that if it's any later, Yizhi can't be saved!"

"No, I calculated the time on purpose. Besides, isn't Yizhi fine now?"

Leng Qing looked at her in disbelief, as if it was the first day he met this woman. He couldn't believe that the person who had been by his side for so long was such a vicious person.

terrible!

Leng Yizi, who was listening to their conversation in the room, looked out the window expressionlessly. The pain in his body reminded him all the time that this was the masterpiece of his beloved mother, all for a man who did not love her.

He felt sorry for her.

A tear quickly sank into the pillow, leaving a gradual trace, but soon disappeared.

After Leng Yizi was discharged from the hospital, his father did come back and his mother seemed to have returned to normal.

Everything seemed to have returned to the peace it was before my father cheated on me.

However, beneath this peaceful surface there are hidden undercurrents. With the slightest movement, this peaceful surface will quickly collapse and reveal its true nature.

That day, Leng Yizi met the woman on his way home from school.

The woman saw him too, but walked towards his home as if he wasn't there.

Leng Yizi tightened the shoulder straps of his backpack and took another step forward. It felt so heavy, as if a thousand-pound rock was tied to his legs, making it difficult for him to move.

By the time he reached the door of his house, his shirt was already soaked with sweat and the hair on his forehead had formed thick strips.

A drop of sweat slid down his forehead, blurring his vision.

At this moment, his strength was completely exhausted and he had no strength to take a step forward. He just stood at the door, listening to the man's cursing and the woman's hysteria inside.

Everything inside fell to the ground, and the crisp sound echoed in his ears like a symphony.