Yang Ruoqing wanted to laugh a little.

In Tan's eyes, she couldn't feel the deep hidden affection at all.

This girl has such a badass personality. When someone slaps you, you still have to stand in someone else’s shoes and think about them.

"Mom, grandma said Qing'er is a fool who only knows how to eat. Is Qing'er really a fool?" Yang Ruoqing suddenly asked again. What she felt from Tan's voice was not malicious slander, but a factual accusation.

and contempt.

Mrs. Sun was slightly startled, looking at Qing'er's face in front of her, her nose suddenly became sore, and she felt a sense of sadness, and almost shed tears.

She held back the tears in her eyes, gently took Yang Ruoqing into her arms, and gently stroked her back, "What are you saying in anger? Mother Qing'er is so smart, not stupid at all."

Not stupid"

Is it really

Yang Ruoqing had a doubt in her heart: was the original owner a fool?

However, she took possession of this body, but she did not get the memory of the original owner.

Yang Ruoqing wanted to ask something more, but there was a loud noise at the door of the wing. It turned out that Mrs. Tan had smashed the mallet for beating clothes on the door. "My dear, are you dead? What are you doing with your stupid daughter?"

If you don't do a lot of work, you're going to be unlucky."

Mrs. Sun hurriedly let go of Yang Ruoqing, turned towards the door and replied, "Come as soon as you come."

While turning around, he helped Yang Ruoqing lie down, and pulled the quilt that exuded damp and musty smell to cover Yang Ruoqing. "Qing'er, you can sleep for a while longer. Mom will come to see you after making lunch."

Yang Ruoqing nodded obediently and watched Mrs. Sun leave the west wing in a hurry. She was the only one left in the dimly lit room.

She just lay quietly on the hard wooden bed, staring blankly at the yellow tent above her head.

Forget it, even if the original owner was a fool, it was only in the past. From the moment he arrives, everything will be rewritten.

She didn't know how long she stared like this, until her head started to spin and her head began to hurt. She raised her hand and wiped her forehead.

Damn, it's boiling hot, and I'm starting to have a fever again.

There was a burning sensation in her throat, as if a large fire was burning her throat and chest.

She opened her mouth with difficulty and made a few hoarse sounds, but they were extremely weak.

I feel so uncomfortable that I really want to take a sip of herbal tea, but this dark little room seems to be isolated from the world.

In her daze, she seemed to hear footsteps coming from the yard outside, as well as the loud voice of a strange woman, but no one noticed her weak call in the small room here.

Her body felt like it was being roasted on a charcoal fire, or being soaked in ice water. She curled up and the quilt had already slipped to the ground.

Suddenly, something similar to old movie clips rushed into her head like snowflakes. Scenes of unfamiliar scenes and life pictures flashed through her mind, colliding with her original memories.

Together, her head was about to burst. She held her arms together, gritted her teeth, and rolled in pain on the bed, her consciousness blurring a little bit.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she heard someone pushing her gently, and a familiar voice called her anxiously beside her ear, "Qing'er Qing'er, why are you lying here? Wake up quickly."

Yang Ruoqing slowly opened her eyes and found that she was sleeping on the ground. Mrs. Sun was bending down, holding her waist with both hands, trying to pick her up from the cold and wet ground. But her body was too fat.

Sun was suffering from long-term malnutrition and could not muster any strength at all. She tried several times but could not pick her up.

"Mom, I'll do it myself."

Yang Ruoqing was a little embarrassed.

Gently pushing Sun away, he placed his hands on the wet and cold Tuba floor, sat up, and sat back on the bed.

When she woke up this time, she clearly felt that there were many strange memories in her mind.

A very blurry and messy fragment of life, just like the world seen through the eyes of a five or six-year-old child.

However, who is Yang Ruoqing? She was an elite agent in her previous life. No matter how messy things are, she can sort out a clear line from them.

The cheap girl in front of me, and the cheap dad who went to town to buy medicine and hasn't come back yet. The couple worked hard for thirteen years to pull this mentally retarded girl. They received countless looks and suffered.

Not a word of complaint.

Just this latest time, I foolishly jumped into the pond at the entrance of the village because of the words of the boy who had arranged a baby kiss. I finally fished it out, but I almost lost most of the couple.

Life.

Yang Ruoqing lowered her head silently, her forehead covered with black lines.

Although those unbearable and funny things were not done by oneself, from now on, this body is the master of oneself, and those things done by the host will naturally be borne by oneself.

Mrs. Sun touched Yang Ruoqing's forehead, it felt cold and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Pulling the quilt to cover Yang Ruoqing, she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "I just had a long lunch, and you rolled to the ground. I don't know how long you slept on the ground. Bodhisattva, please don't catch cold again."

"It's over"

I couldn't help but look up at my daughter, and saw that my daughter was hanging her head. She didn't cling to her coquettishly like a child as usual when she scolded her.

Sun felt an inexplicable feeling of disappointment in her heart. She suddenly thought of something and her heart suddenly tightened. She hurriedly supported Yang Ruoqing's body, "Why do you look like this? Girl, what happened to you? Did you hit something fast?"

Let me take a look at it quickly."

A pair of eyes, while saying these words, had already looked at Yang Qiuyu's body, front and back, carefully. Only when he was sure that there were no obvious bruises or scars on his daughter's body did he feel a little relieved.

"Mom, I'm fine, don't worry. I'm just a little hungry."

Yang Ruoqing suddenly raised her head and said in a hoarse voice.

Mrs. Sun was slightly startled and looked at Yang Ruoqing in surprise, a little unbelievable about what she heard.

"Daughter, aren't you dreaming? You speak eloquently."

Yang Ruoqing's head was full of black lines. She used to be mentally retarded. She couldn't use her brain well and couldn't speak fluently. She couldn't even say anything when she wanted to urinate. She could only shout pee pee.

Nodding gently, she wanted to make this kind and cheap mother happy.

I wanted to reach out and hold Sun's hand, but then I took it out. I caught a glimpse of my own pig's paws with black nails, and I felt ashamed, so I pulled back again.
Chapter completed!