"Where's Uncle Han?" Su Xiyue glanced around the dining table a few times in confusion. There really wasn't Hanliu's father.
Except for the ignorant children, the whole family was silent, a deathly silence, as if you could hear a pin drop on the ground.
Hanliu's mother was about to say something, but Hanliu slapped the chopsticks in her hand on the table and shouted angrily at Su Xiyue, "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute."
Haohao was too frightened to raise his head, while Zhou Qiang looked confused. Hanliu's mother looked at Su Xiyue worriedly.
And Su Xiyue looked at Hanliu, who looked like she wanted to kill her, and suddenly felt aggrieved. Why did any of her questions make Hanliu furious? She simply said nothing, burying her head like a child, and eating.
After the meal, Hanliu naturally fulfilled his promise and took Haohao out.
Su Xiyue stayed at home and helped Zhou Qiang clean up the dishes. They washed the dishes together and looked at Zhou Qiang in front of her. Su Xiyue couldn't help but froze.
This woman did not wear makeup, and her plain face gave people a refreshing feeling. Every move she made was so noble and elegant. Even the actions of washing the dishes were not impatient but not too slow. She washed and dried them carefully and from time to time.
He reached out and tucked the hair that was scattered on his forehead behind his ears, smiling calmly.
Any man would want to have such a virtuous wife
"Xiyue, what are you doing standing still?" Zhou Qiang looked at Su Xiyue, who was staring at her like this, and she smiled sheepishly.
"No sister-in-law, my wife is so beautiful." Su Xiyue's praise was sincere, but Zhou Qiang's beauty made Su Xiyue feel a little uncomfortable.
This is Hanliu’s current wife! A hundred times stronger than me!
In comparison, she is nothing but an ugly duckling
For seven years, she tried her best to grow up and covered herself with makeup. In the end, she couldn't match a woman without makeup. This is a problem of people's innate aura.
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable Su Xiyue felt.
Her hands slipped several times and she almost broke the bowl. Seeing her uneasy look, even Zhou Qiang was frightened and quickly asked her to go out to accompany Hanliu's mother.
Su Xiyue sighed. She was really useless except for the kitchen. She couldn't even wash a dish.
Hanliu's mother was not downstairs, Su Xiyue thought, she should be in a bedroom upstairs
Su Xiyue went upstairs and passed by the room where she once lived. Her heartbeat couldn't help but speed up. What would happen to that room now? Is Haohao living in it or Aunt Li? Or is it empty?
With a trace of curiosity, or rather a trace of expectation that she did not dare to admit, she opened the door.
The entire color tone of the room is still pink, the desk, the bed, the wardrobe...
Nothing has changed!
Nothing has changed!
Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated and she walked in tremblingly.
I saw a photo of her and her parents that I brought from her home on the desk.
She wiped it with her fingers, and found that the books and stationery she had used back then were spotless, and many of them were neatly placed on the table.
The bed also looked unchanged. She remembered that in the past, on this bed, he kissed her, hugged her, and said he loved her!