The Ultimate Business Lady

"Sister, why do you keep all these things?" Yan Yan could not help complaining as she looked at the broken and dirty things.

Xu Xuan looked at a worn ragdoll pointed by Yan Yan, her eyes filled with memories, and she couldn't help laughing and explained, "This thing was made for me by my mother, but not outside." Picked up the ragdoll The corners of her mouth are full of fond memories. At that time, she was the happiest. She didn't understand anything, she only knew her father and mother loved and loved herself very much.

There was a hint of envy in Yan Yan's eyes, something that her mother had done by herself, she had never owned her own aunt, she had never seen it. When I was a child, I heard the talkative old mother said that she knew that her aunt was pregnant with improper methods, and finally died because of her own blood collapse, leaving nothing behind, leaving her alone.

The grandmother often said to herself, if there isn't a good-natured lady, where is her own life?

I was superfluous.

Later, when she grew up, she saw that her sister was being held by her mother, and the kind of gentle smile she showed made her envious and wanted to be closer to her sister, but she always disliked herself.

"Do you like it? Then hug you," seeing the envy and regret in her eyes, Xuan Xuan knew that she had no aunts since she was a child, and no matter how good her mother was to her, it was just a good thing. she was. In recent years, I have treated her well and cared for her. Sometimes, I even felt that Yan Yan regarded her as a mother-in-law.

Because I have memories of previous lives, I don't think there is anything wrong with a ten-year-old being treated like a mother-in-law.

Yan Yan hugged the doll that Xuan Xuan had thrown, and stunned joyfully--that was carefully washed by the girls, and was not worried about getting dirty.

Yan Yan holds the baby and doesn't care about busy Xuan Xuan and Chaer, anyway, what the mother gave to her sister, she doesn't know, she can't help anything, so it's not a mess.

Holding the old ragdoll, Yan Yan's eyes flashed with the feeling that her sister was being held by her mother, and she felt unprecedented satisfaction in her heart.

"Ah," suddenly, a sting came from her face, causing her to drop the doll in her hands.

"What's wrong?" Xuan Xuan lowered the ruby ​​gold owl in her hand and stepped forward anxiously.

"It hurts," said Yan Yan, touching her cheek with red eyes and aggrieved.

"The slaves are well packed, why is there anything on the doll?" Chaer picked up the doll that had been dropped on the ground in doubt, inspected curiously, and thought about what would hurt Miss Er.

Xuan Xuan checked it and found that Yan Yan had a red mark on her cheek, which was a little scratched. Anyway, it was not serious, so she calmed down and said, "Apply some ointment, there will be no trace, rest assured, It won't be ugly, "

"Sister," Yan Yan protested dissatisfied.

"Miss, second lady, look," Chaer examined carefully, and found that the doll was wrong, and exclaimed immediately.

"What?" Xuan Xuan took the doll, looked at where Cha Er pointed, stretched out his hand and tore open the doll's ears, and found that there were a few traces of golden locks, and there were tooth marks. It will hurt Yan'er.

Chaer saw that the strength of the young lady could not be pulled apart, so she took scissors from the embroidery basket on one side ...