The next morning, when I opened my eyes, the sun was shining brightly.
She got up and found that Xiao's mother had already woken up and was preparing breakfast in the room. The fragrance of rice porridge filled the room.
There was a moment of trance, as if I had returned to the big house of the Xiao family a few years ago.
Although Xiao Zhuoyan was already very rich at that time, and his family hired several servants to clean and cook, Xiao's mother, like all mothers, was used to getting up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for her children.
Rice porridge, porridge and side dishes are what Xu Wanqing and Xiao's mother like, and milk and bread are Xiao Zhuoyan's favorites. Every time when making milk, Xiao's mother will always nag in front of Xu Wanqing, saying that Xiao Zhuoyan smells bad.
Shit, I learned the tricks of capitalists.
Think about it, I was actually really happy at that time.
Xu Wanqing walked to the kitchen and called softly, "Mom."
Mother Xiao turned around and gave her a kind smile.
Suddenly, she understood Xiao Zhuoyan's mentality. Her closest relatives always felt that they could make her happy for a while, but how could they be willing to open the bloody wound and make her miserable?
After all, not everyone can bear it so well. Perhaps, for Xiao’s mother, that kind of pain is unbearable in life.
Therefore, the words that had been swirling in my mind last night were finally left unasked.
She originally wanted to ask Mother Xiao what she was afraid of.
Forget it, let’s ask Xiao Zhuoyan. Judging from his reaction, he must be an insider.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law cooked breakfast together, of course, perhaps it would be more appropriate to say mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
The atmosphere was very good. After dinner, Xu Wanqing helped Xiao's mother tidy up the flower garden. Although workers were hired, someone still had to direct the arrangements.
After all this busy work, it was almost eleven o'clock when I went to the flower shop again.
When Xiao Meng saw her, she said, "Sister Xu, Mr. Zou has come to see you many times."
"Oh, didn't you ask him to call me?" Xu Wanqing said.
"How can you get through to your cell phone?" Xiao Meng pouted, "It's been shut down since last night!"
"Really?" Xu Wanqing hurriedly took out her cell phone and took a look. She didn't know when the battery ran out. There was a spare electrical board in her bag, but she was only focused on comforting Xiao's mother and forgot about it.
No wonder it feels particularly peaceful since last night.
Just as he was looking for an electrical panel from his bag to replace it, Zou Yelei walked in.
Xu Wanqing smiled at him and asked, "I heard from Xiao Meng that you came to see me several times. What's the matter?"
"Can I only come to you when something happens?" Zou Yelei looked unkind and his tone was even more unhappy.
Xu Wanqing chuckled, raised her phone at him, and explained, "The phone is out of battery."
"You didn't seem to be in the apartment last night." Zou Yelei said.
"Yes, I wasn't here. I was staying with Xiao's mother in her flower garden last night." Xu Wanqing did not shy away.
"Are you just accompanying Mother Xiao?" Zou Yelei said coldly, "I'm afraid, there is also Xiao Zhuoyan?"
Xu Wanqing suddenly raised her eyes.
"Yelei, it's boring to talk like that." After saying this, she still lowered her head to install the electrical board and said truthfully: "Xiao Zhuoyan was not in the garden last night."
"But, last night was Xiao Zhuoyan's bridal night, and he didn't seem to spend it with the bride!" Zou Yelei's tone was so cold that it could kill people, and he continued as if he was suppressing something, "Last night, the bride
I spent the whole night complaining to Lu Yingxin."