Crippled Master's Young Wife

"Yes, yes. I'll cook what you want."

Zhang's mother opened her mouth warmly and hesitated: "young lady came back alone? Where's the young master?"

They left together. How come only Mrs. Shao came back alone?

"Oh, did you ask Fu Ershao? I went to see my mother, so I let him go first."

Xia Ling opened the refrigerator to get her own food. When she thought of something, she asked, "Mom Zhang, haven't your young master come back yet?"

She has to thank him.

Zhang Ma: "

She can say, young master, will you accompany you back to your mother's house?

"The young master should be back soon.

Zhang's mother didn't expose Fu Yunting's lie. Looking at Xia Ling's cooking, she quietly withdrew from the kitchen and reported the situation to the old lady.

In the kitchen, Xia Ling quickly made himself a bowl of egg noodles.

Smelling the smell of food, I suddenly had a big appetite.

Take the noodles out. Xia Ling is preparing to eat noodles. Zhang Ma comes over with the phone.

"Young lady, old lady's phone."

Hearing the speech, Xia Ling was stunned and took it respectfully with a busy face.

"Hello, grandma."

Later, she knew that this was the graceful old woman she had saved.

Xia Ling couldn't help laughing and crying when she thought that the Fu family had decided to let her marry Fu Yunting.

"Child, let you be wronged."

The old lady's old voice, with a trace of kindness, came from the microphone.

Xia Ling listened, and his nose was inexplicably sour.

She thought of her grandmother.

Will also talk to yourself so lovingly.

"Good boy, grandma knows you don't want to marry into the Fu family, but Grandma really likes you. Don't worry, as long as grandma is there, the Fu family won't dare to bully you, including the bastard. If he dares to bully you, you must tell Grandma and grandma will teach him a lesson, okay?"

The loving words showed a trace of concern, which warmed Xia Ling's heart.

Although she wouldn't really complain if she was wronged, she was very moved by Mrs. Fu's words.

"Well, grandma, don't worry. I'm doing well here. Yun... Yun Ting is very good to me."

Xia Ling spits out his tongue and calls Yunting. His little face is hot.

"Ha ha, what a clever boy. Well, go and do your job. We'll meet at the beginning of next month. Then, you and my grandson don't live up to my kindness. Let me have a great grandson as soon as possible."

These words made Xia Ling's face redder.

Have grandchildren?

I'm afraid I'll disappoint her.

Doesn't grandma know about her grandson?

Or is Fu Yunting better?

But whether he is good or not, it has nothing to do with her.

Fu Yunting only treats her as a servant.

When night came, Xia Ling took a bath and was about to enter her guest room, but she heard a movement.

Is Fu Yunting back?

Xia Lingxing's eyes flashed slightly and walked quickly towards the master bedroom to see if Fu Yunting came back.

After knocking on the door of the master bedroom, Xia Ling called out, "Mr. Fu, are you in there?"

A moment later, a man's low voice came from inside, "come in."

Sure enough, he came back.

Xia Ling pursed her lips and gently pushed the door in.

Under the warm yellow light, the man was still sitting in a wheelchair, with his back to her, looking at the night scene outside the landing window.

"Mr. Fu, have you eaten?"

Xia Ling had nothing to say and began.