"It's like accompanying a tiger!"

Liu Yifei didn't know what was wrong with her mother. After saying something stupid, she refused to recognize her relatives with a damn face. Don't say a good face, she didn't even want to say something to her.

I glanced coldly from time to time.

Heavy murderous intent.

Liu Yifei lowered his head honestly and did not dare to touch his mother's bad head.

All the way was astonished as a cicada.

The key opened the door, and Liu Xiaoli changed into yoga clothes as usual, sat cross-legged on the yoga mat, and relaxed her waist and back.

Don't say a word.

Liu Yifei came out of the kitchen with the cut fruit. His mother, who was practicing yoga at night, curled up on the sofa with her pillow, watching TV coldly.

He walked over in fear and tentatively said, "Mom, I cut your favorite dragon fruit."

"Have you put this for you?" Liu Yifei glanced at him and pretended to be loud.

Liu Xiaoli ignored her and was disgusted with the naked eye.

Mom!

A magnitude ten earthquake.

Liu Yifei ran away in fluffy slippers.

He hid his body behind the wine cabinet and observed for a while, wondering: "Han Qiao and his mother have a good relationship. They are also reunites during the New Year. This ceremony was also attended in a grand costume. Why are you so unhappy?"

I thought about it with my hands holding my cheeks, and my eyes lit up.

Have it.

Dongdongdong brought a basin of hot water and placed it in front of Liu Xiaoli, and acted coquettishly: "Mom, you're very tired when walking in high heels. Xixi will press your feet for you."

"No." Liu Xiaoli moved her legs and became annoyed when she saw her baby daughter, especially the shameless, despicable, and vulgar boy...

What a hell!

How could this happen to me!

It's time to call the police to deal with him so that he won't be able to rush around.

Liu Xiaoli felt a mess, and when she thought of Han Qiaoru's methods of dealing with her and then dealing with others, she felt disgusted.

He pinched his hand into the pillow.

hiss……

Liu Yifei looked at her mother's eyes from time to time, and took the initiative to hold Liu Xiaoli's feet and said weakly: "When I was a child, my mother would wash my feet. Now that I am old, of course I have to wash my feet."

Rolling up his sleeves and stubbornly pressing Liu Xiaoli's feet into the water.

"hiss……"

"Is it hot?"

Liu Xiaoli felt warm in her heart. Her baby daughter became sensible and she let her touch her. She stroked Liu Yifei's head with her hand and said with relief: "My Xixi has grown up and knows how to repay her mother."

"I'm already old."

The mother and daughter are in love in the villa and the scene is warm.

Liu Yifei glanced quietly, and saw that his mother's face had eased, and said casually: "Mom, you had to take care of me before, so you were alone."

"Now that I'm grown up, I can take care of myself."

Thinking of his mother's hard work, Liu Yifei's eyes were red and he choked: "Mom also needs to consider her love."

"I know my godfather has always liked mom..."

My heart was so sour, and I tried not to shed tears. My chin was lifted and the hot water poured on Liu Xiaoli's white jade instep. I said softly: "Godfather has been taking good care of us for so many years. If it were godfather, I would be very willing."

"What are you talking nonsense?" Liu Xiaoli slammed her head, and her eyes carefully observed the face of her baby daughter. Seeing that there was no clue, her face calmed down: "Silly daughter, how can I rest assured to you?"

"Stop talking nonsense in the future."

Seeing that Liu Yifei looked guilty, Liu Xiaoli couldn't bear it and deliberately hooked Liu Yifei's nose: "It seems that Xixi has really grown up and she dislikes her mother. Don't worry, Xixi will become a big star in the future. Then you beg your mother to take care of you, and her mother will not care about you."

"I don't care if I cry."

"No, I never cried." Liu Yifei lowered his head and kept pouring water, feeling depressed: "It's better than I want to dream of Audrey Hepburn."

"I hope my mother can be happy."

"I know my godfather has always had a good impression of her mother, and it has been so many years."

"Mom, just promise me once." Liu Yifei raised his chin and begged with his eyes: "Just give my godfather a chance to try it. Maybe you will be really happy?"

Liu Xiaoli thought of the hateful boy and felt aroused in her heart, with a gentle tone: "Okay."

"Really?" Liu Yifei smiled happily.

"But you are not allowed to do anything randomly." Liu Xiaoli looked at her daughter, a little shy, her cheeks flushed, and she pretended to be casual: "Mom will make arrangements for it yourself."

"good."

"As long as my mother agrees, I can do it."

"Okay, look at your sweat this night..." Liu Xiaoli stretched out a piece of paper, rubbed the cheeks of her baby daughter, looked at Liu Yifei's nose, her eyelashes fluttered, and made fun of her: "Others say you are a little fairy, I think you are a smelly little brat."

"Then I'm stinky tofu." Liu Yifei said faster than his brain: "It smells smelly and tastes delicious."

Liu Xiaoli felt a little nervous: "Who taught you how to say this?"

"Han Qiao." Liu Yifei wiped his mother's feet with a towel, and his heart chin was cold. He raised his chin and his eyes moved: "I didn't remember what he said specifically, but I just thought of it suddenly."

"This silly girl."

Liu Xiaoli hugged her baby's daughter in her arms, touching her nose tip, and said lovingly: "Xixi, everything that mom does for you is willing."

"It's all for Xixi's good."

"Don't you blame Xixi for knowing it in the future?"

"How could that happen?" Liu Yifei plunged into Liu Xiaoli's arms and rubbed her, her voice tickled: "Mom is the best mother in the world."

………………………………………

Women in the world have two sides.

One side is an angel and the other side is a devil.

Han Qiao did not expect that the cool and generous Jiang Wenli took off the white ceramics of the "good wife and good mother", and there were also living women inside, flesh and blood.

Last night's events were too ridiculous.

Even with his shameless shame, he couldn't help but feel uneasy and almost didn't sleep all night, and the sound of washing up came from the yard.

Put on my clothes and open the door.

The yard is deserted and clear, it is still early and the sky is lonely.

Jiang Wenli wrapped her old-fashioned cotton jacket, tied her hair into a braid, tied it with a gray headband, her makeup was light and rustic. She rolled up her sleeves and rubbed her clothes.

"Sister." Han Qiao gritted his teeth.

"woke up?"

It seemed like last night was just a dream.

Jiang Wenli put down her clothes, shook the water, Bai Rou wiped her hands on her apron, and smiled: "Your Brother Gu drank too much last night, I guess she didn't know when she would wake up."

Han Qiao understood in his heart: "I won't disturb you, sister, I'll talk about Peacock's script next time."

"Okay." Jiang Wenli was so proud and grand. She watched Han Qiao walk out the door, thought for a while, and shouted: "Han Qiao."

"sister?"

"It's okay." Jiang Wenli smiled: "You are usually busy, don't forget that I am your sister."

"Sister" bite very hard.

"Okay." Han Qiao waved his hand: "Goodbye sister."

"goodbye."

When he walked to the door and looked back, Jiang Wenli was about to go to the second bedroom to clean up the bedding. When he went up the steps, his legs seemed to hurt again, and his waist sank. After limping, his body was straight, as if he had paused.

Han Qiao felt guilty and hurried away with a hurried look on his face.

………………………………………

"Why……"

Jiang Wenli's delicate eyebrows frowned and her face looked painful. She adapted for a while, pushed open the door and looked at the tidy bed in the second bedroom.

Thinking of Han Qiao.

The eyes couldn't help but show complex emotions, both guilt, regret, anger, uneasy, and hesitation...

It is hard to imagine that so many emotions will appear on one person's face at the same time.
To be continued...