White Yao still slowly lay down, the mood said is not excited is impossible, has been trying to find the mother, actually appeared.

She just doesn’t know how to get that feeling right.

At the same time, she could see that Zhao Siman was not in a hurry, and seemed to make up his mind to accompany her here.

She suddenly thought of the Prime Minister and asked softly, “How is he doing to you?”

Zhao Siman paused for a moment, smiled and said, "Very good, very good."

That's okay.

Although she had never met the Prime Minister, she had heard of many things about him and had inadvertently seen reports of how much he loved her wife.

But at that time she did not know that his wife was her biological mother, and she did not dare to imagine that fate was so wonderful.

“Mother!”

She screamed softly.

Zhao Serman stopped his body and kept looking at her.

“Song Yao, what did you just call me?”

“Mother!”

The white man shouted again.

“Oh hey!”

Zhao Smann almost cried in response, she could not resist her inner excitement and hugged her.

"Song Yao, I didn't expect you to accept me so quickly, thank you, thank you for not hating me."White Yao’s tears also flowed down: “Mom, what exactly are you saying?”I am also a mother, I also know that if it is not necessary, it is impossible to leave the child regardless, after so many years, you can come back to see me, just show that

You have me in your heart, and what can I not forgive you?”She kept nodding her head: "All these years I have been thinking about you all the time, although I have night and cold, there are pillars in my heart, but every time I see him, I will think of you, I am thinking, my language Yao has grown up?" 」No

It's the pursuit of boys, she's not very good-looking, a lot of questions in my head, I really, really miss you."

White can understand this feeling.

The mother and daughter talked for a long time, and the southern family who had been waiting outside could finally come in.

They wiped away the tears from their faces and greeted them.

Nan Lijia was the first to run, she cried with pain: "Sister-in-law, it is really scary to death, I thought I would never see you again, no matter what, you must live for me, otherwise I will not forgive you."

Bai Yao's mood has been calm, she knows that no matter what it becomes, there are many people in the world who care about her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself.”

"I'll rest assured that you don't know, my brother can't eat well and sleep well these days, and I'm always worried about you, don't think of anything else, or I'll be sorry for my brother."

Her eyes fell on Nan Lichen, and he just smiled softly.

Suddenly, she thought that they were husband and wife, although it was said that there would never be a lack of women's pursuit around Nan Lichen, but after all, they did not enter his eyes, and he also said that he was willing to win a human heart and not leave the white head.

What happened this time is just God’s suffering to them, and as long as they have been through it, everything will be fine.

The old man and the old lady of Nan came to talk to her, and the white language knew how sorry she was for these people before.

Now she has been treated calmly.

Her body was still a little weak, and after speaking to them, she went to sleep.

Perhaps the flesh of the body was healing, and the feeling of needle-likeness stimulated her to wake up again.

She wants to scratch her hands!

Or was it seen by Nan Lichen, who grabbed her hand and said, “Song Yao, what are you doing?”The flesh of your body is healing, and you can't touch it, it's going to get infected."

"It's itch."

"Then insist, the doctor says your skin heals faster than they expected, and in any case, we must go through this for a while."

White Yao thought of his physical injuries before, has he experienced this too?He could do that, and why couldn’t she?

"Well, I won't touch it."

"I don't believe it, I'll look at you."

He said, sitting next to her.

The white language is helpless: "I really won't touch."

"That's not possible."

His voice was extremely overbearing.

She looked at him sideways, so looking at him, a few days without seeing, now he was obviously thin around, he was handsome, at this time more spirit.

But she was in pain: “You’ve been hanging out with me all these days!”

"It's all worth it, and besides, are you still with me less?"But at this point, I would like to scold you, and don't say anything that is unlucky."

White Yao did not burn out his brain, naturally thinking of the joke she had made with him.

“I’m just talking about fun, you’re superstitious!”

"Yes, I'm superstitious."

Despite this, Nan Lichen thought that if there is a superstition in this world, there is nothing wrong, perhaps some problems can be easily solved.

She smiled out, "You don't have to keep me like this, you must be very tired these days, or go to rest first!"I promise you, I won't touch it."

"I said, if you're really sick, I'll be by your side, so you say nothing, and I'm going to stay here."

What a shame!

Whatever she says is useless.

“Don’t you think I’m ugly now?”

"It's better than when you're pregnant."

Bai Yao knew that he was playing, but he could not help but reach out and hit him: "Nan Lichen, you are too much!"

He took her hand, and his eyes suddenly became affectionate.

“Language, you know?At that time, I was really going to be scared to death by you, obviously we were still sending a video in one second, but the next second you fell on the fire, do you know what mood I was after seeing it?"

“Are you going to my studio?”

That was something she didn’t expect.

“How can I not go?Do you want me to watch you leave me?”

When he said that, his teeth were strong.

"I mean, the firefighters will come and save me."

“But I can’t wait!”

When Nan Lichen said this, his eyes were full of regret and urgency.He put her hand on his lips and kissed it gently: “Song Yao, you know?”The last time you almost happened to me in the snow, it scared me to death, this time I was lucky, I think you will still be okay, but when I saw you lying on the ground, still playing a fire, you know how sad I am?If I didn’t work overtime that day, but went to you in the class and accompanied you in the studio, wouldn’t that happen?”