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Chapter 317 The old lady fell down

"What should I do?" The old lady couldn't wait to see Wu Qing, she didn't want to wait for a quarter of an hour.

But his son's concerns were also correct. Before Ye Zhiguo understood his thoughts, he was indeed not suitable to come to recognize his relatives.

Sun Qiuyun said: "Simply wait till tomorrow. It's safe during the day. Call Qing Yatou and ask her to come."

The old lady sighed, "That's all we can do. Alas, we have to wait for a night."

Sun Qiuyun comforted: "We have been waiting for nearly twenty years, and it's nothing to wait for another night. Mom, you have to be happy. A beautiful granddaughter suddenly fell from the sky. How beautiful!"

The old lady turned sorrow into joy and smiled, "Yes, I'm contented. Mingcheng finally has a future. It's still such a good girl. Let's have a meal tomorrow!"

With good news, everyone's appetite has improved a lot and they are full of joy.

Ye Qingqing was in trouble, of course, not her own trouble, but the old lady.

Somehow, the old lady suddenly got up her stomach. She started having diarrhea yesterday and could still stop it the first day, but on the second day, the old lady who had not been able to defeat her for three years of famine was knocked down by diarrhea. She couldn't get up in bed and had to support her when she went to the toilet.

"Ouch……"

The old lady sat on the toilet weakly, her black and thin face turned pale, without any blood, and she couldn't even sit still. Ye Qingqing had to support her, otherwise she would slide down.

Ye Qingqing wrinkled her nose tightly, enduring the nausea. The feeling of accompanying someone to the bathroom was so ecstatic. Especially when she heard the crackling sounds and the sounds of "single fragrance" coming, she just wanted to cut her nose.

But she still sympathized with the old lady. She suffered too much from diarrhea. She only had one night. The old lady who was so in good spirits that she could kill the cow, but now she can't even kill the ants.

Moreover, the old lady's good appetite was gone, so she could only barely drink some porridge and didn't dare to eat too much. She had to take it after eating, so she couldn't save it in her stomach.

"Ouch……"

The old lady moaned and couldn't pull anything out after a long time. In addition, the straw paper from the Ye family was very hard. Because the old lady pursued chaste, she bought the hard straw paper back vigorously after using up the toilet paper she bought by Shen Yanhong.

Ye Qingqing never uses those straw papers, nor does Ye Zhiguo and Shen Yanhong. The straw paper is so hard that it can cut flesh. The chrysanthemums are the most delicate and will cause bleeding if they are accidentally scratched. Who can eat it?

Only the old lady is not afraid and has always used these straw papers. She didn't feel anything before, but now...

I went to the toilet more than ten times a day, but even the old chrysanthemum couldn't stand the trouble. The old lady finally couldn't stop it and wiped the blood from scratch.

The chrysanthemum is broken.

"Oh... Grandma, stop using these straw papers, I'll get you toilet paper."

Ye Qingqing was shocked. Although she felt a little bit sorry for the old lady, she still found it funny. She hurriedly ran to get toilet paper for the old lady.

She used the best toilet paper, which was white and soft, and had a faint fragrance. Those who had died once, even if they were short of money, Ye Qingqing would not treat herself badly on her personal products.

Try to use the best within the scope of the conditions permitted!

The old lady took the high-end toilet paper that she had never seen in her life, and her expression changed. She couldn't help but ask: "How much money does this paper cost?"

Ye Qingqing's heartbeat and deliberately lowered her heart, "It's not expensive, one dollar per pack."

In fact, it is a bag of May Day, which is the best in the store. No matter how expensive it is, you have to go to the mall to buy imported ones. It costs several yuan per bag, which Ye Qingqing can't afford.

"How many pieces are in a pack?" the old lady asked in a hoarse voice.
Chapter completed!
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