The son-in-law who has returned for thousands of years

Gu Yiqing's tears welled up in her eyes, this was the first time she felt so wronged after coming to Donghai for so many years.

Xu Ping didn't seem to have any sense of pity and tenderness, so he slammed his knuckles on the coffee table and said sharply: "You can't do such a job well, how can you be Chu Jin's secretary well? How can you take on such an important position in our company? "

"Tell you, my wife graduated from the Wharton School of Business. The gap between you and Phoenix is ​​like that of a phoenix and a sparrow. If you know you can't do it, get out!"

Tears welled up in Gu Yiqing's eyes, pattered, and fell from her cheeks to the floor.

She really wanted to slam the door and leave, pointing to Xu Ping's face and saying that her house and job were gone.

But her younger sister just entered high school and enrolled in many remedial classes. She sent back 8000 yuan last month, and she owed a lot on Huabei credit card this month.

If she really broke up with Xu Ping, then she might end up living on the street.

Gu Yiqing wiped away the tears on his face, and tried again to lift the luggage.

But she moved these things from the place where she used to live to Langcheng No. [-], which made her exhausted, her arms were sore and she lost her instincts, and now it was almost impossible to lift them up.

She gritted her teeth and managed to lift it up a little bit. Xu Ping suddenly said, "Forget it, you can cook."

Gu Yiqing let go of her hands, and sat down on the ground, only feeling pain in the palms of her hands and feet.

Her eye circles were already red, and with her delicate face, any man would feel distressed when he saw her.

But Xu Ping was unmoved at all, and said in a voice still without any emotion: "Didn't you hear that? I asked you to cook."

Gu Yiqing reluctantly sat up from the ground, and staggered towards the kitchen.

She washed the rice, cooked it in the rice cooker, and then took out the cabbage, yellow light, tomatoes, and potatoes from the refrigerator, put them on the cutting board and cut them up.

Because she had moved all the luggage just now, her arm was no longer hers, and the hand holding the knife was shaking more and more, and it was impossible to cut it accurately.

After less than a minute of cutting, there was a sudden scream from the kitchen.

"what--"

She squatted on the ground, clutching her hands, and blood dripped onto the floor drop by drop.

The wound was not very deep, but her current mental condition was already very bad, she did not stop the bleeding, and did not take other measures.

Just burst into tears.

Xu Ping walked to her side, sighed and said, "Come here, let me bandage you."

"Do not touch me!"

However, Gu Yiqing shook off his outstretched hand, sat down in the corner of the kitchen, and sobbed, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I was driven away, and my family has no money... Who in the world is more miserable than me, woo woo woo..."

Xu Ping let her cry there, found the medical kit under the TV cabinet in the living room, grabbed Gu Yiqing's hand, and gently wiped the wound with iodophor.

His movements were very gentle, so gentle that Gu Yiqing gradually stopped crying, and looked at Xu Ping sobbing.

As cute as a rabbit.

After Xu Ping finished applying iodophor, he put some Yunnan Baiyao on it, and finally wrapped it tightly with a bandage.

With such a deep wound, with some simple treatment, most of them will be safe and sound.

"Can you stand up?" Xu Ping's voice became softer.

Gu Yiqing kicked her little feet on the ground, her buttocks just lifted up, but her calf felt sore and she fell back down again.

She looked at Xu Ping innocently, and tears welled up in her eyes again, for fear that Xu Ping would scold her again.

To her surprise, Xu Ping didn't scold her, but just smiled and hugged her princess.

Hugged in her arms, Gu Yiqing lost her usual charming and seductive, but was like a little girl, soft and boneless, warm and fragrant.

Gu Yiqing huddled in Xu Ping's arms, feeling a kind of nostalgia she had never had before, and her heart was beating thumpingly.