Quick Travel: Love will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword

Once she woke up in the middle of the night and found that the person next to her pillow had disappeared. She reached out and touched her hand, and the coolness in her hand told her that Zhang Zijie must have been up for more than a while.

She didn't know what was going on, so she followed him out quietly and found Zhang Zijie in the study.

Zhang Zijie's expression was sweet and unpredictable, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and his fingers kept moving on the phone interface.

It looked like he was sending a message to someone.

The woman's sixth sense told her that something was wrong with Zhang Zijie.

But then she was shamefully cowardly.

She stood outside the study, looking at her husband's sweet appearance of falling in love through the gap in the room, and her heart ached.

In the end, he went back quietly as if nothing had happened.

She couldn't bear the consequences of some things. She longed for the warmth of family so much that she didn't want to give up, even if it was just superficial.

After waiting in the dark for who knows how long, Zhang Zijie, who was tiptoeing, also came back.

Soon a slight snore sounded, and she cried silently on the side.

She secretly took Zhang Zijie's mobile phone. Zhang Zijie, who had never set a password, now also set a password. Mu Qingyi could not open the interface at all.

In order to run a family for a long time and for the sake of her daughter, Mu Qingyi chose to swallow her anger, but at the same time she was unwilling to accept it and began to follow Zhang Zijie.

Mu Qingyi began to check the posts in various ways, and called Zhang Zijie whenever she had time.

Menopause was about to begin when she was in her forties, but Zhang Zijie's marital infidelity made her menopause advance, causing her to constantly doubt and deny herself.

Insomnia, hair loss, sweating, uncontrollable bad temper...

Did he do something bad that made Zhang Zijie cheat?

Zhang Zijie also cared about her very much. He bought her bird's nests and various things that replenished Qi and blood. He was so kind to her that even his daughter Zhang Yifei was jealous.

Zhang Yifei often pouted and said, "Dad only loves mom and doesn't care about me anymore. I've already had menarche, and I want to mend it too!"

Zhang Zijie would hold her in his arms affectionately and hurriedly agree: "Okay, okay, daddy's good daughter wants to drink it. No matter how expensive it is, daddy will buy it for you. How come daddy doesn't care about you anymore? Be good, don't be jealous."

Zhang Zijie is very cautious. Although he still looks the same as before, under Mu Qingyi's careful observation, he can still find the occasional scent of perfume on Zhang Zijie's body, the pink lipstick on his cuffs, and the hair in the car that is not the length of her hair...

Zhang Zijie always had various excuses. Even his daughter Zhang Xiaofei persuaded him, saying that she thought too much and her father could not do such a thing.

"Mom, you can't be so suspicious anymore. I even wonder if you have a mental problem."

As time went by, Mu Qingyi even thought that she was going to be mentally ill as he said.

The body also lost weight quickly.

She was in poor mental condition. She lost two big orders in the company and was dismissed by her boss, so she simply went home to recuperate.

With more time, Mu Qingyi also felt that it was not possible to continue like this. No matter what time, her body always came first.

While recuperating her body, Mu Qingyi discovered that her daughter had fallen in love prematurely!

It was like a big thunderbolt on a sunny day, splitting her into pieces and sending out black smoke.

Zhang Yifei is only fifteen years old, how can she fall in love so early? What's more, the other party is still an unemployed vagrant outside the school!

Mu Qingyi's temper, which she had finally stabilized, started to flare up again. She tried her best to stop it, and made sure Zhang Yifei's time was fully arranged. She dropped off and picked up Zhang Yifei from school, no matter the wind or rain.

She didn't even care about Zhang Zijie's suspected cheating!

Zhang Yifei also became more and more disgusted with her. Every time the mother and daughter quarreled, they broke up on bad terms and slowly began to exchange bad words.

In just half a year, this family that everyone envied became gloomy and depressed.

Mu Qingyi didn't want to lose her temper, but she really couldn't control her temper.

None of her husband or daughter makes her worry!

Just a month ago, Mu Qingyi began to suffer severe pain all over her body.

I went to the hospital for a check-up and couldn't find anything. I just lost more hair, felt pain all over my body, and sometimes felt in a trance.

After taking a lot of painkillers but nothing worked, and no specific symptoms could be found, Mu Qingyi was hospitalized by the doctor.

But she hasn't seen her daughter for a long time. Ever since she fell ill, Zhang Zijie and his daughter seemed to be busy, coming to the ward to see her every now and then.

Mu Qingyi asked the nurse for leave and was going to pick up her daughter Zhang Yifei from school.

Enduring the pain, I drove to the school gate. At the end, I didn't even wait for Zhang Yifei to come out, but I saw Zhang Yifei's class teacher.

Seeing Mu Qingyi, head teacher Zhang Yifei's expression turned uglier than if she had seen a ghost!

"Yiyifei mother, how come you are still alive..."

Mu Qingyi was not feeling well and was most afraid of hearing this. If this person hadn't been Zhang Yifei's class teacher, she would have cursed her.

Mu Qingyi forced a smile and said, "Mr. Li, what are you talking about? Of course I'm fine and living well. But what's going on with Yifei recently? Is she doing okay?"

Teacher Li showed a constipated look on his face and finally spoke.

Her good daughter Zhang Yifei asked for leave from the teacher saying that her mother had died. She asked for bereavement leave and has not come to school for a week.

Mu Qingyi fell down angrily.

What is this and what?

He returned home angrily. After a while, Zhang Yifei came back. She was wearing a tube top miniskirt and heavy makeup that was inappropriate for her age. She was surprised when she saw her: "Mom, why are you back? Aren't you hospitalized?" ?”

Mu Qingyi sneered, feeling that the unbearable pain on weekdays was not worth the pain in her heart.

"Won't I come back? I didn't even know I was dead. You are really my good daughter! Tell me! What have you done? You are so shameless when you dress up so shamelessly? I spent so much money Money has put so much effort into raising you like a little princess, you..."

Zhang Yifei interrupted loudly: "Money, money, money, you know money, are you obsessed with money? I used you to raise me as a little princess? What's wrong, is this what a mother should say? Legs If it grows on me, I can go wherever I like. I still say the same thing, I am a human being, not your pet, and you have no right to control me!"

Mu Qingyi's eyes were bloodshot, and there was a roar in her ears: "Is it wrong for me to care about you? Whose little girl is just like you at the age of fifteen, telling lies and skipping classes? You are terrible, you are not my daughter! You put me Give me my daughter back!”

Mu Qingyi stepped forward and pulled Zhang Yifei, trying to wipe off the heavy makeup that she didn't like, and the two of them were torn together.

But being in chronic pain, she was no match for Zhang Yifei.

Zhang Yifei panicked at first, and then threw her to the ground.

"Do you think I am willing to be your daughter? You are old-fashioned and mean, you only have money in your eyes, and you are always suspicious, like a crazy old witch. Now you are sick and you spend a lot of money, don't you feel bad for me? If I were you, I wouldn't waste this money, just find a rope and hang yourself! You are not worthy of my father at all. Only a gentle girl like Sister Momo is worthy of him. Why aren't you dead? You’re dragging him down!!”

Mu Qingyi's throat smelled like rust, and she couldn't believe that these were the words of the precious daughter she held in her hands.

"Momo...who is sister?"