Great Power Army Reclamation

Xuelian made the last quilt and then sat on the sofa in a daze. In fact, she was not crazy, she just couldn't bear the huge stimulation and chose to escape.

In her confusion, someone helped her deal with everything. Even though her money is gone, her family is back.

Looking at this first home that I have worked hard for, I have mixed feelings in my heart. Everything yesterday seemed like a dream. When I woke up from the dream, I was still in the same place.

She was glad that this house was given to Yuan Wean, otherwise it would probably have to be auctioned off. If my daughter doesn't even have a home, she probably won't be able to face Yuan Kewang for the rest of her life.

It has been a few months since I came back here, and I started to worry about her. I came back to see her several times every day. Later, I saw that she stayed at home every day and did not go out, so I did not force her to go to the hospital for treatment.

But so far, Yuan Kewang still dare not let her stay alone with her daughter. After all, mentally ill people are always a threat to children.

This makes Xuelian very depressed. She can escape everything, but she cannot escape family love. Every time I play with my daughter, there is always a pair of worried eyes staring at her, which no one can stand.

And her parents, every time they come to see her, they always look so cautious, lest any words irritate her. This made her feel even more uncomfortable, so she decided to show her cards. No matter what, you have to face it.

Maybe there's a showdown and the family is about to break up again. After all, this remarriage was due to Yuan Kewang pitying her. In fact, not to mention Yuan Kewang, she even hated herself when she thought about what she had done.

Yuan Kewang carried his daughter into the house. The daughter threw herself into her mother's arms with a smile and told her what happened in the nursery.

Yuan Kewang went to the kitchen and was highly concentrated while cooking, paying attention to the movements in the living room. Be ready to rush out at any time and snatch your daughter from Xuelian's hands.

He never dared to let Xue Lian in the kitchen, so he even put a lock on the kitchen. The main reason is that there is liquefied gas in it. No matter how brave you are, you would not dare to let a mental patient touch this.

After dinner, my daughter went to paint. The child likes art very much and Yuan Kewang bought her a lot of watercolors and crayons. The little girl used her imagination to create her own world on paper.

Xuelian followed Yuan Kewang into the kitchen to help wash the dishes, but Yuan Kewang pushed her out: "Didn't I tell you not to enter this room? Go play with your daughter."

Xuelian's expression froze, she bit her lip and finally said: "Hopefully, I'm not mentally ill, I'm just pretending."

"Well, I know. If anyone dares to say that my wife is mentally ill, I will fight him to the death!" Yuan Kewang replied subconsciously, then suddenly raised his head and looked at Xuelian in astonishment.

"Such a big thing happened, and I really didn't know what to do. I didn't pretend at first, but then I woke up and I was at the mercy of people. Because at that time, I thought, if I was really crazy, I would just save it. Heartbroken."

Yuan Kewang looked at his wife and recalled her behavior in the past few months, and the doubts in his heart were finally solved. In fact, he has always suspected that his wife is not crazy.

"I know I might lose you if I tell the truth, but I can't lie to you anymore, because you are the person I love most in this life." Xuelian said, tears streaming down her face.

Yuan Kewang put down the bowl in his hand, shook off the water drops on his hand, and came over to help her wipe away her tears.

"Silly girl, I'm just happy that you're not crazy. Why would I leave you? Just stay at home and don't think about how to make money in the future. Although my husband's salary is not high, he can afford to support you."

Yuan Kewang is not bragging when he says this. Now he has become the director of the research institute and his salary is already in the thousands. According to the calculation of the per capita salary of 300 in the development zone, it is already a high-income group. At least taking care of my wife and children is not a problem.

Unexpectedly, Xuelian shook her head: "No, I want to go back to work in the garment factory. I have to face my own affairs eventually, and I don't want to escape anymore."

Yuan Kewang thought for a while: "Then let me call Ye Yuze. He will give me face. Let him tell the factory."

In fact, there is no problem for Xuelian to return to work in the factory. She is already an employee of the factory. Although she has been absent from work for so long, people in the entire development zone and the infrastructure company still have some privileges. There's nothing you can do about it, he's a senior after all.

The only thing Yuan Kewang is worried about is Xuelian beating Yu'e. If Ye Yuze doesn't let go, the little kid really may not dare to let her go back to work.

Xuelian naturally knew that Yuan Kewang had nothing to worry about anymore? There is no stopping. Yuan Kewang asked Xue Lian to clean up the kitchen while he went to the research institute to make calls. Ye Yuze is in the United States, and his home phone cannot make international long distance calls.

When he dialed the phone, Ye Yuze's voice was hazy. He had just woken up. Hearing the voice that sounded far away, I couldn't help but be surprised and said, "Oh, why did this housewife have the time to call me?"

"Go away, stop talking and you won't get anything done. Xuelian has to go to work in a garment factory. Just say yes or not, right?" Yuan Kewang was not polite to Ye Yuze. The two had a good relationship in school, so there was no need to be polite.

"Is she cured? If not, I can't go." Ye Yuze naturally had to stick to his principles, even though the clothing factory had nothing to do with him. If you let go of your mental illness and go to work, what should you do if something goes wrong?

Yuan Kewang repeated what Xue Lian had just said, and Ye Yuze was very sad to hear it. Although it was impossible for him not to care about Xuelian's beating of Yu'e, he still couldn't do it to destroy other people's jobs.

"Since he's fine, let her go back to work. But she has to be obedient? If she keeps messing around, no one can protect her."

"I know, thank you Yuze." Yuan Kewang said gratefully.

"Damn, thank you sister. Where does all this nonsense come from. By the way, I always feel something is wrong about Snow Lotus. I happen to be in the United States. Let's wait until I find out the news. If that Lin Peiguang dares to deceive people, I won't Let him go."

After returning home, Yuan Kewang told Xuelian what Ye Yuze said. Xuelian nodded and asked with some confusion: "What is the relationship between Yu'e and Ye Yuze?"

Yuan Kewang smiled bitterly and shook his head. Don't talk about him. Ye Yuze probably couldn't figure it out himself. Anyway, if you don’t touch it yourself, it’s not enough for others to touch it.

The next day, Xuelian went to work in the garment factory. At present, Junken City already has transportation buses, which are free and can reach every place in the city.

Of course, the little kidnapper couldn't say that she wasn't sick at all. Instead, he said that Xuelian had recovered from her illness and was back to work.

Mother Li is here, so it is naturally impossible for anyone to target her. In addition, after all, he is a child who grew up in the company, and a group of women can't take care of him, so how can he cause trouble?

Xuelian used to work in a factory, but she never did any work. She learned to sew in Guangzhou.

Naturally, you have to start as an ordinary employee when you return to the factory, and naturally you are a sewing worker.

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