Back to that night, she flirted with the cold-faced rough man

Chapter 728

"Where's my mother?"

Yang Mingwu had just sat down when he seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but ask.

Qiao Xiaoling, with a bruised face, managed a smile with difficulty. "Mom is in the room. I'll feed her after the porridge cools down."

Yang Mingwu glanced at Qiao Xiaoling suspiciously.

Some people find it hard to believe that just because he beat Qiao Xiaoling up, Qiao Xiaoling becomes a virtuous woman?

So he didn't eat immediately, but got up and went to the room where Yang's mother lived.

Qiao Xiaoling had already cleaned the room, and the floor was as clean as new, without any smell at all.

She also moved Yang's mother to the bed, changed her into clean clothes, and combed her white hair neatly. She looked clean and tidy.

There was a bowl of hot porridge on the table next to it.

It seems that there is really no problem...

Yang Mingwu glanced around the room suspiciously, but didn't find anything fishy.

"Uh! Uh-huh!"

Seeing Yang Mingwu finally come into the room, Yang's mother immediately became excited and seemed to be trying to say something.

"Mom? What do you want to say?"

Yang Mingwu immediately sat down beside the bed and asked Yang's mother.

Mother Yang kept glancing towards Qiao Xiaoling who was standing beside her.

Qiao Xiaoling was so nervous that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Is this damn old woman trying to file a complaint?

She was terrified, but she remained calm and advised, "Brother Yang, you should hurry up and have breakfast and go to work. You can come back to see Mom in the evening after get off work."

Yang Mingwu did not respond immediately. His eyes moved back and forth between Qiao Xiaoling and Yang's mother.

Suddenly, he noticed something with his sharp eyes, and quickly rolled up one of Yang's mother's sleeves, and then he saw a purple arm covered under the clothes.

"Qiao Xiaoling, what's going on!"

Yang Mingwu's voice suddenly became high-pitched.

"this......"

Qiao Xiaoling swallowed her saliva, then suddenly had an idea and said, "Last night, Mom wanted to turn over, but she accidentally fell off the bed and hit herself."

"really?"

Yang Mingwu stared at Qiao Xiaoling without blinking, trying to see through her true thoughts.

Qiao Xiaoling said stubbornly, "Of course it's true! I wouldn't lie to anyone else, but I wouldn't lie to you, Brother Yang. How could I have the guts to do that?"

"...It better be true."

Yang Mingwu rolled up Yang's mother's sleeves again, stood up and was about to go out to continue eating.

"No no no!"

Yang's mother's anxious and hesitant voice was heard behind him.

Yang Mingwu paused, but did not look back. He walked straight out of the house to eat.

Seeing her chance of survival slipping away, Yang's mother's bright eyes gradually dimmed.

"Damn old woman!"

Qiao Xiaoling approached Yang's mother and threatened her in a low voice, "You still want to complain, right? I'll let you complain! I'll let you complain!"

After she finished speaking, Qiao Xiaoling directly picked up the hot porridge on the table. Without any intention of cooling it down, she scooped up the steaming porridge and poured it into Yang's mother's mouth spoon after spoon. The porridge was so hot that a circle of blisters appeared in her mouth.

Mother Yang was tortured to the point of tears in her eyes.

Qiao Xiaoling laughed softly and cheerfully.

She knew she had made the right bet.

Now that Yang's mother is paralyzed, Yang Mingwu can only rely on her to take care of him.