Revenge of Rebirth: Miss Femme

Zhou Yun recalled the temperature that day. The weather forecast said that day was the hottest day in 50 years. It must be that the heat damaged the brain, and that day would be abnormal.

Of course, Zhou Yun was just thinking about this idea.

"The next time you feel uncomfortable, you should take the initiative to speak out. You will pass out as soon as you go home, which will scare many people." Zhou Yun said this, looking straight at Jian Jian, who, like a scanner, will take all of Jian Jian's reactions All branded in the eyes.

The simplicity seems to be completely unaware, and he thought for a while in a daze, "Really? I don't have much impression, but I will pay attention next time."

Zhou Yun's gaze stayed on Jian Jian's face for a few seconds, and then she smiled, "Simple is obedient, if only I could have a daughter like Jian Jian."

"Sister Zhou Yun is also very good." Jian Jian lowered her head in embarrassment and said awkwardly.

"She is not as obedient and sensible as you. Aunt Yun's favorite person is simple." Zhou Yun's nice words are not blunt at all, they are truer than the truth.

"I'm not as good as Aunt Yun said. I'll go back to my room and finish the homework assigned by the teacher." Jian Jian ran upstairs while blushing.

The two were staggered, one upstairs and the other downstairs, revealing sides they didn't know each other at the same time.Cold and sarcasm, the most real side behind people.

Zhou Yun looked at the untouched chicken soup on the table, picked it up and poured it into the sink without any heartache, really thought she could get up early in the morning to make soup for her?However, after a few trials just now, there is nothing wrong with being simple, and the memory is very vague, which is in line with the symptoms of amnesia, but this is not enough.

When Jian Jian went downstairs again, Zhou Yun could not be seen in the living room, but there were faint voices and a few words that attracted her to approach from the kitchen.

...ma'am...simple...don't tell...poor...

Simply lighten your steps, walk slowly to the door of the kitchen, and hold your breath to listen to the conversation between the two inside.

"Miss has just been discharged from the hospital and has forgotten a lot of things. The young master has repeatedly told me not to irritate Miss."

"It's not good to keep this matter a secret, and it may not be possible to keep it a secret."

"Who would have thought that such a thing would happen, the lady left her at a young age."

"Hey, she's a poor child, she has such a good relationship with her mother..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by someone who appeared suddenly.

Jian Jian's face was full of shock, his eyes were red, and his voice trembled, "What's wrong with my mother, what does it mean to leave? Where did she go?"

The people who spoke in it were also shocked by the simple appearance, Zhou Yun and Wu Ma fell silent at the same time.

"Wu Ma, tell me, where did I, Ma go?" Jian Jian rushed towards Wu Ma who turned his head aside.

Wu Ma was taken a big step back by the force of the impact before she was able to stabilize herself. She had sprained her waist not long ago, and this sudden blow hurt her badly.

"Wu Ma, tell me quickly, tell me." Jian Jian, who didn't get a response, shook Wu Ma vigorously to seek an answer.

It's not that Wu Ma didn't want to say it, but she was too painful to speak.

"It's easy, let go, Mama Wu can't take it anymore." Zhou Yun couldn't bear to watch, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull away the excited people.

Jian Jian didn't bother Mama Wu too much. Seeing Zhou Yun intervening, she turned to her, "Aunt Yun, tell me what happened to my mother? Didn't you say that she just went out on business?"