MTL - Dressed As a Paranoid Beauty’s Rival-Chapter 18 admit mistakes

On the way back, Yun Qiao didn't cry, but her face was red and her mood was very low.

She opened the car refrigerator, found her favorite milk-flavored ice cream, inserted the spoon forcefully, and ate it in big gulps.

Not sweet, just uncomfortable.

Uncle Li, the driver, saw her sad appearance in the rearview mirror, and his thoughts drifted away, back to when his wife was still there and Pei Yu was still young.

A small person, since then, he has been tortured by his wife so much that he doesn't like to laugh anymore.

Uncle Li turned the steering wheel and teased Yun Qiao softly,

"Little Master, Master, did he have a serious talk with you?"

Yun Qiao wiped her face, scooped a large scoop of ice cream into her mouth, and muttered to deny Lao Li's words,

"No, it's just that he's not feeling well, so I'll go first."

Old Li smiled and didn't take it apart. He buckled his fingers on the steering wheel and drove the car more and more smoothly. I don't know how long it took, the car was quiet, and he could only hear him talking, with a slight sigh in his voice.

"Actually, the young master's asthma is not that serious."

"In fact, with good care from a young age, asthma is rarely so severe."

"hold head high-"

Yun Qiao remembered what the doctor said, Pei Yu's asthma seems to be really serious, otherwise it will not stimulate gastric reflux, causing stomach problems and enteritis.

Old Li sighed, and then said, hesitating to speak,

"It's ma'am."

lady? Pei Yu's mother Wen Yue?

Yun Qiao remembers that there are not many descriptions of this character in the novel. In general terms, she is probably an infatuated and crazy woman.

"Madam's mental state was already very bad at that time."

"Mr. focuses on his career and rarely cares about his wife."

"There are often only the lady and the young master in the villa."

"Um-"

Yun Qiao responded softly.

But what does this have to do with Pei Yu's asthma?

Yun Qiao stabbed the ice cream twice, watching the ice cream slowly melt in the glass bowl, a little absent-minded.

Uncle Li turned the steering wheel to the right, turned a corner, and the things in his memory shook out.

"Mrs. may have wanted too much for Mr.'s attention."

"Behind her."

"She gradually found out that the husband doesn't care about her, but occasionally he cares about the sick young master."

"Master's asthma."

"That's when it got serious."

When Yun Qiao heard Uncle Li say this, the hand holding the spoon paused, a little stunned.

What does this mean?

Uncle Li slowed down the speed of the car so that Yun Qiao could see the surrounding scene clearly, and then he continued,

"Ma'am in order to get Mr.'s attention."

"The young master is ill, and the madam must delay the treatment until the husband returns, and she too."

"We are not allowed to control."

"But."

Yun Qiao's hand holding the spoon trembled a little, and the temperature of the ice cream in her hand penetrated into her heart.

"Asthma will die if not treated in time."

Uncle Li blinked, and the gloomy and lifeless villa seemed to return to his sight.

That is he is not the driver, just a security guard in the villa, and he can hear the hysterical voice of the woman every day.

The beautiful woman got up early in the morning, wearing an elegant long dress, went to the garden to pick two delicate roses with morning dew, and placed them beside the sleeping child's bed.

Then watch him wake up from suffocation.

The follow-up is accompanied by the woman calling her husband to cry.

The whole villa watched the little boy vomit, convulse, and even incontinent.

Everyone was shocked by what the lady had done, but no one dared or was qualified to control it.

The red light in front was flashing, Uncle Li stepped on the car to stop, and then answered Yun Qiao's question,

"At that time, the young master's asthma was not that serious, but it became more and more serious because of his wife's neglect. Until now, I can't get any pollen."

Uncle Li turned to look at Yun Qiao, the corners of his lips pursed tightly, showing that he was somewhat determined and serious.

"Maybe it's the shadow of childhood. He doesn't want others to see his gaffe."

The system also went online at this time, and transmitted the plot clips that Yun Qiao had forgotten or had ignored into her mind—

[Six-year-old Xiao Pei Yu was lying on the bed, bowing his body and gasping for breath, the bedding under him was slowly getting wet, the servants shuttled back and forth beside the bed, and looked at the child on the bed indifferently and vomited and incontinent, and made himself The whole body is filthy.]

[In the huge room, only Wen Yue's voice called Pei Yan to complain that her younger son was sick again]

The system's unemotional voice echoed in Yun Qiao's ears, and Yun Qiao's heart was greatly shocked.

This is not a simple self-esteem problem, it is simply a psychological shadow.

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Last night, Pei Yu's body was extremely exhausted, and he fell into a deep slumber. By now, the low-grade fever has subsided.

It's just that his health was not very good, and his hand was scratched by an indwelling needle. There was a long wound on his fair hand. The white gauze was carefully rolled up, and the indwelling needle had been transferred to the other hand.

His beautiful face was haggard, lying on the bed with his eyes open, dumbfounded, not knowing what he was thinking.

—Aunt Wen pushed the door and saw this scene.

The fat Aunt Wen carefully closed the door and put the food box in her hand on the table beside the hospital bed.

Then I slowly dismantled the meals, including green vegetable lean meat porridge, shrimp dumplings, and a couple of boxes.

She looked at Pei Yu lying on the bed in a daze, a little cautiously,

"Master, let's eat something."

Pei Yu came back to his senses, turned his head away, buried himself in the soft pillow, and wrapped himself tighter with a thin blanket, his voice was cold,

"If you don't eat it, you will spit it out."

Aunt Wen didn't believe what Pei Yu said, so she slowly poured out the porridge and handed it to Pei Yu,

"When I went out, the young master explained that the doctor said that as long as you don't get emotional and don't cause asthma, you won't vomit."

Pei Yu pursed his pale pink lips. He stared blankly at the ceiling without blinking. His eyelashes were long and thick, like Zhao Ziyi's bjd doll.

"I don't believe he's that kind."

"Eh—" Aunt Wen remembered Yun Qiao's careful advice when she went out, and quickly spoke to Yun Qiao, "Young master, don't say that."

"Because of your business, when the young master came home yesterday, his eyes were red."

"You said that, it should be sad for the young master to hear that."

Pei Yu was a little distracted by what Aunt Wen said, and was silent for a long time. He raised his head and peeled himself off the soft pillow. Qing Lingling's eyes stared straight at Aunt Wen and asked Aunt Wen,

"Am I annoying?"

The slender white fingers uncontrollably clenched the blanket tighter and tighter.

"Where—" Aunt Wen's hand scooped the porridge, and she remembered that when she was going out to deliver meals to the young master today, Yun Qiao specially stopped her and told the young master to be ill and in a bad mood, so she had to follow him.

"Master, how can you be annoying."

"only."

Aunt Wen thought about Yun Qiao's unpleasant silence at home, but she couldn't hold back.

"I see, Yun Qiao doesn't care about you as if it's fake, so don't."

Don't keep saying bad things to her.

Aunt Wen didn't dare to finish speaking, but Pei Yu became even more silent when he said this.

Aunt Wen sighed softly and handed the cold porridge bowl to Pei Yu.

He was about to say something, but suddenly there was a knock on the door, Pei Yu lifted his eyelids and looked up.

The man knocked on the door for a long time but did not come in or speak.

Pei Yu sat up from the bed, realizing that it might be Yun Qiao, he turned his head.

Seeing that Pei Yu didn't respond, Aunt Wen cleared her throat and answered for Pei Yu,

"Come in"

Zhou Yang was a little nervous standing outside the door. Yesterday, he saw Brother Yu's asthma attack and his whole body was blinded. His brain was originally underdeveloped, and it was blank at the time.

I was thinking about admitting my mistake today, but something happened.

But more and more afraid.

When no one answered at first, Zhou Yang wanted to slip away, but as soon as his foot moved, someone answered.

It's his brother's voice!

Don't care, die sooner rather than later!

Zhou Yang took a deep breath, held his breath, and opened the door of the ward tremblingly.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Brother Yu lying sickly on the bed, his jet-black hair was a little messy, and a strange red was revealed under his white porcelain-like skin. Zhou Yang could not wait to slap himself on the spot.

He moved in cautiously.

Seeing that it was Zhou Yang, Pei Yu's eyes flashed, and his lips pursed even tighter.

"Yu. Brother Yu"

Pei Yu lay down on the bed, his dark hair a little messy, when he heard Zhou Yang calling him, he didn't even want to say a word, just opened his eyelids to look at him.

"That—" Zhou Yang was a little embarrassed, his ears were blushing, he faltered to Aunt Wen sideways, "I have something to say to Brother Yu, Auntie you."

Aunt Wen certainly understood what Zhou Yang meant.

She put down the half-peeled apple, "You guys are busy first, I'll go out to the toilet."

It wasn't until Aunt Wen went out and the ward was quiet that Pei Yu raised his head. His hand wrapped in white gauze was holding the bowl, and the hand with the indwelling needle was stirring the spoon.

The potion from the large bottle on the clip beside the bed was poured into his body.

Both hands are still not good, this looks even more pitiful.

He leaned on the bed and looked at Zhou Yang quietly. The malaise revealed from the inside out during his illness only made Zhou Yang feel that he was sorry for Pei Yu.

Zhou Yang was heartbroken and began to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Brother Yu."

Pei Yu didn't stop stirring the porridge, but he didn't drink a mouthful.

"Go on."

Zhou Yang's voice trembled a little.

"Yesterday. Yesterday"

"Yesterday's flowers were not sent by Yun Qiao."

"I know."

Pei Yu lowered his eyelashes to look at the porridge in his hand, and his voice made people unable to hear his emotions.

"Did you send it?"

"Yes ~ yes ~ yes yes"

Zhou Yang's voice was as frightened as shaking a sieve, and he quickly explained to himself,

"Yesterday, Yun Qiao took Shen Mengmeng, Zhao Ziyi and the others, and bought flowers for Ning Shan. When I saw her posture, I thought she wanted to target you again and steal your limelight, so I ordered a batch of sunflowers."

Zhou Yang wanted to cry but had no tears.

"I know you hate the fragrance of flowers. I specially ordered sunflowers without the fragrance of flowers. I didn't expect you to hate flowers because you are allergic to pollen."

Zhou Yang was really about to cry foolishly by himself.

I don't know if Brother Yu is allergic to pollen, even if he is allergic to pollen, he has specially made so much to harm Brother Yu.

Thinking of the conversation between Yizhong and Shen Mengmeng after the allergy incident yesterday, although he seemed stupid, Zhou Yang decided to tell the truth, and his voice became lower and lower.

"I seem to have misunderstood Yun Qiao."

"Misunderstand?"

Pei Yu raised his eyes to look at Zhou Yang, his dark eyes flickered like cold stars,

"I thought Yun Qiao brought Shen Mengmeng, Zhao Ziyi and the others to trouble you. Later, I heard from Shen Mengmeng that Yun Qiao took them to set up a place for you, and they brought you a small gift."

"Oh-"

Zhou Yang thought that Yun Qiao had instructed Shen Mengmeng to ask Pei Yu what he liked, and combined with his own experience in primary school chicken love, he made some bold guesses.

"I think maybe Yun Qiao likes you a little."

"I want to get your attention."

When Pei Yu heard the word "like", he stopped stirring the porridge. He only felt that the word was unfamiliar, and he raised his beautiful eyebrows.

"Yun Qiao likes me?"