Crippled Master's Young Wife

"Fu Ershao, what did my father talk to you just now?"

Seeing Fu Yunting staring at her with a cold face, Xia Ling snickered and changed the topic.

In fact, she is still grateful to this grumpy man.

"He said that next week was his birthday. I hope you and your husband will attend. Xia Ling, my eldest brother is an ugly loser now. Dare you take him to the public like this? Will you feel inferior because you married this loser's husband and can't lift your head in front of people?"

Fu Yunting narrowed his black eyes and deliberately belittled himself to be worthless. He looked at Xia Ling's reaction.

Listen, Fu Yunting is a loser, and Xia Ling's show eyebrows are twisted to death.

"Fu Er Shao, please show some respect to your brother. If you make such rude remarks again, you will not be welcome here in the future."

How can you say that about your big brother?

Even if this is true, he should keep it and don't mention it so carelessly.

How sad it would be if Fu Yunting heard it.

Listening to Xia Ling's heartfelt maintenance, Fu Yunting hooked his lips with satisfaction.

"So, what's your answer?"

The woman maintained the abandoned Fu Yunting as usual.

"How can I feel inferior and can't lift my head?"

Xia lingbai glanced at him, "I live by myself. Only I know whether it's good or not. I don't care what others want to do. As long as your eldest brother doesn't mind appearing in front of everyone, I don't care."

Xia Zhenqing's birthday party?

She remembered that every year she was sent around like a servant.

In the eyes of everyone, the Xia family has only one apple in their eye, that is Xia Xi.

On this day every year, Xia Xi is in the limelight, and it is also the time for Xia Zhenqing to see his son-in-law.

Who will he meet this year?

"All right, have a good rest."

Fu Yunting hooked his lips with satisfaction, glanced at Xia Ling's clothes again, "why don't you go and change your clothes?"

Seeing this dress, he was angry.

Wait, he's going to change all her clothes.

"I want you to take care of it."

Watching Fu Yunting leave her room coldly and proudly, Xia Ling waved to his back with a pink fist and muttered.

This man, just her uncle, is more in charge than her husband.

After touching his bruised wrist, Xia Ling scolded Fu Yunting.

Sitting on the edge of the bed for a while, Xia Ling took one side of her pajamas and prepared to take a hot bath first.

After entering the bathroom, Xia Ling untied the belt of the dress and took off the dress.

Touching this exquisite dress, Xia Ling bent her lips and sighed.

Jiang Lingyun's warm face appeared in his mind. Xia Ling quickly shook his head and didn't think so much.

Fill the bathtub with water. Xia Ling carefully put her injured leg on the bathtub wall and took a comfortable bath.

Almost soaked, Xia Ling got up and carefully dragged her injured leg out of the bathtub.

The air was filled with water mist. Xia Ling took a step forward in her slippers, but her feet slipped and fell directly to the ground the next second.

"Ouch."

Xia Ling fell heavily and couldn't help shouting.

It hurts her!

What bad luck has she had? It's bad luck!

Xia Ling showed her teeth and eyes in pain. She forced herself to get ready, but she found that her waist seemed to flash.

Oh!

Her old waist!

I want to cry!

"It hurts. Why don't the floor tiles slip? Bad comments..."

Xia Ling kept muttering, but he couldn't help thinking of his body.