You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 1738: Sorry
As a result, he had just eaten breakfast when a seriously ill patient came to the hospital and needed him to come to deal with it.
He could only rush to the hospital, planning to go to Yue Ya'er when he was done.
He didn't expect that when he was so busy, Yue Ya'er wrote such a letter of guarantee seriously.
Looking at the graceful handwriting on the guarantee letter, his painful heart seemed to be torn abruptly.
"Mom!" He clenched the guarantee, his eyes were red, and he asked painfully: "Who asked you to find Ya'er? What are you looking for Ya'er? What do you want to do?"
"I'm not doing it for your own good?" The Queen Mother's head hurts even more when she sees him like this, "I see that you are sad, so I want to go to her and make it clear to her, as long as she is willing to obey. Apologize to me, and I agree with you to stay together, but before I sat down to say a word, she satirized me yin and yang and wrote me a piece of this shit!"
Wang Peiling held the guarantee tightly and closed his eyes in pain.
"Peiling, you are so good, what kind of good girl can't you find?" The Queen Mother persuaded: "She doesn't have you in her heart at all, if she has you in her heart, how could she dare to sneer at me? I am Your biological mother, she doesn't respect her, what place do you think you have in her heart?"
The Queen Mother's words were like a sharp arrow, and one arrow after another stabbed Wang Peiling's heart.
He clenched the bond tightly and walked to the parking lot: "I'll find her."
"Stop!" The Queen Mother covered her head and said, "You give me some medicine first, I'm going to die from a headache."
"You can't take any more medicine, you'll overdose if you take it any more," Wang Peiling said without looking back: "There should be at least eight hours between the two painkillers, you just took three hours, at least wait a little longer. Five hours before you can take painkillers again."
"Then think of a way for me!" The Queen Mother covered her head and chased after him: "My pain is so bad, my head hurts like it's about to crack, and it's going to hurt to death."
"There is no way," Wang Peiling said, "Grandpa said, if you want to avoid headaches, you should cultivate your body, be less anxious, and be less angry."
The Queen Mother was angry: "Who am I anxious to get angry for? Not for you? If you find me a sweet daughter-in-law, will I be so angry? That Yue Ya'er, she doesn't care at all. I like you, she doesn't have you in her heart at all, and you stick to her cold **** with a warm face, how can I raise a son who is so unsatisfactory!"
She now hates iron.
If her son is fascinated by Yue Ya'er, unless her son does not marry, Yue Ya'er will naturally humbly and bow down in front of her.
She wouldn't be so angry with Yue Ya'er.
Although she didn't want her son to really marry Yue Ya'er, she also hoped that his son could persuade Yue Ya'er and bring Yue Ya'er over to apologize to her, bowing his head and begging for mercy.
In this way, she can get rid of the depression in her heart.
She chased after a few steps, her legs were weak with headache, and she couldn't catch up. She watched Wang Peiling get into the car and leave without turning her head.
In the car, Wang Peiling called Yue Ya'er's phone: "Ya'er, where are you? I want to see you."
"I'm at the playground," Yue Ya'er said in a noisy environment. She covered one ear and shouted into her phone, "Sorry, I'm busy and don't have time to see you."