She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

After Wu finished washing, she changed into her prison clothes and lay down next to her.

Carefully take your daughter into your arms, just like when she was sick and clamoring for her mother's company when she was a child.

However, Qiao Zhenzhen is not Mo Yuying.

Ever since she was a child, she had never felt such close contact with her mother.

For a moment, the body became tense again.

Wu thought she was still scared, so she patted her back to comfort her.

"It's okay, mother Zhenzhen, it's okay, mother will be here to accompany you."

Qiao Zhenzhen was surprised and said to Ten Wan in her mind: "Zhenzhen? Why did she call me Zhenzhen? Is it me Zhen?"

Ten Thousand turned over his white belly and lay like a big character.

"It's your Zhen. Zhenzhen was Mo Yuying's nickname before she was given a name. Her father gave her the nickname after she came to the capital."

"Is there such a setting?"

Why doesn't she remember?

Which author would give a vicious female character the same name as himself?

Not her anyway.

"It's not your setting, it's a small benefit to help you adapt to the world faster."

"What kind of benefit is this? I need to give you a golden finger. Thank you."

Qiao Zhenzhen's heart was filled with traffic jams. This unreliable organization had all these fancy and impractical gadgets.

"There is no golden finger." Ten Thousand Scoundrels swung his tail, "Nowadays, for convenience, many authors give the original body and the time traveler the same name. Not only is it convenient, but it can also be better integrated. We can't suffer this loss. If you can’t change your name, let’s add a nickname and let’s live together!”

"Fine……"

Although it still feels meaningless inside.

Her mission is to save her own life and keep the world from collapsing.

Now that I am trapped in someone else's shell, what does it matter if I am called Erniu Goudan?

Ten Wan was very interested, "This is what I thought of, and I even made up a story. That's it - cough cough,"

It paused deliberately and coughed twice.

Qiao Zhenzhen closed her eyelids and rolled her eyes, then reluctantly cooperated: "What is it?"

"That's it - the nickname Zhenzhen was given by her mother herself because the first two births were sons. Finally, a daughter was born. She liked it very much and regarded it as a treasure. And it didn't take long for her father to be selected. The good news. So I felt that my daughter was a lucky star. After she came to the capital, her father gave her a big name, but the family was still used to calling her by a nickname. But one day, Mo Yuying fell seriously ill and almost died. , no medicines worked. The couple had better seek help from metaphysics. The fortune teller said that the child’s nickname was too precious and could not be suppressed. From then on, everyone stopped calling her by that name, and then Mo Yuying’s illness was cured.”

"Thank you very much."

After hearing this, Qiao Zhenzhen was not happy at all.

Why, do you think my name is unlucky?

To the extent that you will die if you scream?

And why is it not that big names are valuable, but that small names are valuable?

What weird logic is this.

Shiwanyi Gulu turned over and lay on his side, supporting his head with his paws.

She has a graceful figure, but it’s a pity that no one can see her.

"How is it? Is the story I made up good? Do you have the potential to be a writer?"

Qiao Zhenzhen's heart was filled with panic, and she felt like she needed to swallow a bottle of Xiaoyao Pills to feel better.

I said bad words to June Han, forget it.

"The logic is pretty smooth."

"Yeah, I think it's good too."

"Not bad, not bad." Qiao Zhenzhen was very perfunctory. She cut off the topic, "I have a headache and a sore throat. I'm going to sleep."

"All right……"

Ten Thousand Talks was in full swing, he suppressed his voice angrily and curled up his body.

Qiao Zhenzhen took a deep breath and tried to calm down her emotions.

A softly humming dialect tune came to my ears, and the hand on my back was big and warm.

The tip of the nose is enveloped by a soft, reassuring scent.

There is even a bit of fresh sweetness in this breath.

Strangely, she actually felt sweet from the smell.

Is this the mother?

Her parents divorced before she could remember, and she grew up with her grandmother.

Grandma is a woman with personality.

She lost her husband in middle age and never remarried.

She loves reading, dancing, dreaming, and loves children, but she doesn't like taking care of them. She is very different from the traditional grandmother.

Regarding her parents, she asked her about it after she became sensible, and her grandmother did not hide it.

To sum it up, it is a tragic love story between the love brain and the career brain.

This marriage was a mistake from the beginning.

The love brain needs care and companionship, while the career brain needs understanding and tolerance.

Fortunately, they all found suitable partners for themselves.

It's just that the separation wasn't very pleasant. Her love brain couldn't bear the long-term widowed marriage and parenting, so she cheated.

Later, she had a younger brother who was more than three years younger than her on her mother's side, and a younger brother who was five years younger than her on her father's side.

Both her brothers have a good relationship with her, and the two families are trying to get closer to her, but the feeling of being an outsider always reminds her that neither family belongs to her.

When I was a child, I would occasionally blame others and feel that I was unlucky.

Why do most people have a complete family, but she has no parents?

When she grew up, she was thankful that her parents divorced early and did not let her live a day full of violent arguments.

She had seen this in several of her classmates.

The process was excruciating.

Relatively speaking, her life with her grandmother was quiet and peaceful.

As for my parents, I have never gained them, nor can I say they have lost them.

Even though Mo Yuying has all kinds of bad things, she has a happy and harmonious family.

Qiao Zhenzhen originally thought that being held in the arms of a strange woman, coupled with the discomfort of the disease, would make it difficult to fall asleep.

However, the opposite was true. In the soft tones of the lullaby, she quickly sank into darkness.

There was no fear in the darkness this time, only tranquility.

In the middle of the night, she was awakened by a dry sore throat.

As soon as she moved, Wu woke up alertly.

"But do you want some water?"

Qiao Zhenzhen answered hesitantly, "...well, water."

There was a whispering sound next to her, and after a while, she was half-reclined in the woman's arms.

A cup of warm water was slowly fed into my mouth. My throat hurt. Every time I swallowed, it was very hard. It took me a long time to drink half of the cup.

Wu was not impatient at all, but Qiao Zhenzhen was not used to it.

She has been independent since she was a child. From the moment her memory became clear, she spent the night by herself every time she got sick.

My heart suddenly felt sore and swollen, and there was moisture in the corners of my eyes.

She forced herself to hold back the urge to say thank you.

Wu first helped her lie down slowly, then put down the tea cup. When she returned to the bed and lay down, Qiao Zhenzhen had already adjusted her emotions.

When he was held in his arms again, his body still tensed uncontrollably for a moment.

But she was able to relax very quickly.

She woke up three times that night, and each time Wu was able to wake up quickly and take care of her properly.

Until dawn, lying in Wu's arms, she could feel completely natural and relaxed.

This is a good start.

With this thought, Qiao Zhenzhen fell into sleep again.