Mrs. Lu, do you want me to give you my life?

At breakfast the next day, there were three people sitting at the table.

One scolded the other, and the other watched the play.

Xia Qiong glared at the person opposite, "Eat and eat, you know how to eat, did you hear what I said?"

Ying Xia swallowed a mouthful of soy milk, "I heard."

Xia Qiong asked: "If you hear that, tell me what I said?"

Ying Xia remained silent, but Xia Qiong's anger flared up again.

Lu Jinchuan hurriedly said, "Mom, calm down."

"Calm down, what's the point?" Xia Qiong put the chopsticks on the bowl, "You're just too spoiled with her, don't you just come back later? She's going to sleep in a separate room, is she going to run away from home next time? I can see her temper is getting bigger and bigger."

Lu Jinchuan pursed his lips, held back his smile and said, "It's my fault. It's true that I came back a bit late. Be careful in the future."

Ying Xia lowered her head and muttered, "Didn't I give up the master bedroom to him to sleep in the guest bedroom?"

"How dare you say that!" Xia Qiong reprimanded.

Ying Xia had listened to Xia Qiong's words since she was a child, and was startled by her sound.

After all, Lu Jinchuan couldn't bear it anymore, he stretched out his hand to stroke her back to comfort her, and said to Xia Qiong: "Mom, she's still rushing to work."

Xia Qiong understood Lu Jinchuan's meaning of protection, "Just protect her, you will suffer yourself if you get used to this bad temper."

Lu Jinchuan smiled, "She has a pretty good temper."

No matter how angry the daughter was, how could Xia Qiong still be angry if the son-in-law looked like this, so she hummed and said to Xia, "It's your luck."

The two went out together, Lu Jinchuan pressed b2, and canceled the first floor that Ying Xia had pressed.

"I send you."

"No need." She stretched out her hand to press it again, and Lu Jinchuan raised her hand to stop it.

"On the way."

Speaking of it, it was really on the way. They were all in the city center. She got off an intersection earlier and didn't run into her colleagues.

That night Lu Jinchuan came back early, watched TV together after dinner, Xia Qiong wanted to give the young couple some space, so she went back to her room.

The two returned to the bedroom.

Ying Xia sat on the sofa in front of the French window, "I have something to tell you."

Lu Jinchuan nodded, "Speak." He slowly undid his cuff buttons.

"There is no way for us to go on like this. We are going to confess to my mother."

As soon as Lu Jinchuan stopped moving, the cuff button on his right hand was still untied, "Well, when?"

"I'll go now." Ying Xia stood up, striking while the iron was hot, for fear that he would lose his current courage in a while.

Lu Jinchuan started to untie the cufflinks again, but he couldn't take them off for a long time. He simply pulled hard, and the cufflinks fell to the floor with a "ding".

He sat on the sofa where Ying Xia was sitting just now, staring at the cufflinks on the floor in a daze.

After a while, Ying Xia opened the door and came in.

He looked up and saw that her lips were tightly pressed together. He guessed that things were not going well. The stone in his heart was a little lighter, and he asked, "Did you say it?"

Ying Xia had a dejected look on her face, "That's right."

Lu Jinchuan bent down and picked up the cuff button, playing with it between his fingers, raised his eyelids and asked, "What happened?"

Ying Xia pursed her lips, "No success."

Lu Jinchuan noticed that her right hand had been pressing on the back of her left hand, and frowned, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"Nothing." She turned and walked to the bathroom.

Lu Jinchuan stepped forward and held her arm, "Let me see."

She shrank back, where was his opponent, and he pulled her arm and raised her hand.

The back of the hand was red and swollen, shocking.

Lu Jinchuan's expression changed suddenly, "Did your mother hit you?" Seeing that she didn't answer, he asked again, "Have you ever hit me before?"

Ying Xia said: "As many as children have been beaten."

Seeing that Lu Jinchuan's face was getting darker and darker, she knew that he would misunderstand, and hurriedly explained: "It's not what you think. Although I was adopted by her, she treated me very well and never abused me."

Lu Jinchuan's face softened a little, and his tone was still a bit stiff, "Then why did she hit you? Because you said divorce?"

"Forget it, let's not talk, I'm going to take a bath."

She didn't want to continue this topic. Just now, when she walked from the bedroom to Xia Qiong's room, most of her confidence was lost. Xia Qiong was not in good health yet, so she didn't dare to throw this important news to her directly, so she changed a a more roundabout way.

She asked Xia Qiong what she would do if she wanted a divorce, but Xia Qiong slapped her on the back of her hand and said directly that if you dare to divorce, I dare not recognize you as a daughter.

Xia Qiong used to work in a factory with great strength, and the back of her hand was swollen with a single slap.

Xia Qiong was so angry, how could she dare to say that she left long ago.

After taking a shower, Lu Jinchuan patted the edge of the bed, "Sit."

After a long time, under Lu Jinchuan's gaze, she slowly walked over and sat down.

Lu Jinchuan got up and squatted in front of her, took an ointment from the bedside table, "reach out."

Her skin is tender, and it usually turns red when pinched, let alone Xia Qiong's slap.

Lu Jinchuan took her hand, "Don't mess with mom, I dare not touch her, anyone else is fine, I'll cover for you."

Ying Xia was surprised, "Did you ask mom?"

"Well," Lu Jinchuan lowered his eyes and said while applying the medicine, "I must know why she hit me...hit you."

He originally wanted to say beat my wife, but he knew that if he said it, he would offend her again, but fortunately he got it in time.

Halfway through the application of the medicine, Ying Xia sniffed, the smell seemed a little off.

Lu Jinchuan hooked his lips and scolded with a smile: "What are you smoking, dog nose."

Ying Xia remembered his reminder, took the ointment and looked at it, then looked at Lu Jinchuan with disgust, "Are you literate?"

Lu Jinchuan glanced over, "Expired?"