Reincarnated wives please stop pestering me

Of course, it was talking about Cao Qingyi's body.

This situation was not relieved until the two of them finished dinner and wandered on the road.

But when it got a little better, the girl started acting like a demon again.

Of course, as a girlfriend, if you don't exercise a little bit of the right to be a demon, you will lose your status as a girlfriend in vain.

Walking on the road, the girl thought of something, then turned her head and took La Xia Chen's hand, and said.

"Ask you a question."

"kindness."

Xia Chen was expressionless and fearless.

"Look, Xiao Si, you are pretty, right?"

"kindness."

"He's in good shape."

"kindness."

"The legs are long."

"kindness."

"It's still white."

"kindness."

"Still a mixed race!"

"En."

"Still taller than me!"

"Well, so what's wrong with all this?"

Xia Chen didn't know why she got angry every time Cao Qingyi told a fact.

Didn't you say it yourself?And it's obvious?

Cao Qingyi puffed up her cheeks slightly.

He looked at Xia Chen angrily.

"Then why did you choose me instead of chasing her?"

Xia Chen smiled and patted Cao Qingyi's shoulder to comfort her, to show her relief.

Then say.

"She didn't agree."

"...Xia Chen, I really have you."

……

15 I am willing to...─

"Mom... there is nothing now, sorry, there is nothing."

familiar house.

A cold agreement was placed on the table.

"Kach~"

An Jingyue opened the curtains of the room, as if the room that had been blocked by darkness had finally ushered in a glimmer of light.

It seemed that even the melancholy air in this room could be cleared a little.

This 40-year-old middle-aged woman was sitting there.

His face was haggard, and it could be seen that apart from the irreversible marks on his face brought by the wind and frost of the years, there were also deep tiredness and emptiness under his eyes.

Now it seems that only the void remains.

All the tugging and grief that should have seemed to run out in the first few weeks.

An Jingyue looked at this woman who was her own mother. The familiar room lacked the presence of a person.

Can't tell if it's easy or nothing.

It's always complicated.

An Jingyue walked to her mother.

said softly.

"It's okay, there's me."

The woman looked at her daughter with dull eyes, but An Jingyue clearly felt that the way her mother looked at her didn't seem to be looking at her at all.

Instead of looking at her daughter, it seems to be seeing some afterimage of obsession.

Like a mirror.

But the person standing in front of the mirror is himself, but what appears in the mirror is not his own image.

Her eyes were a little dull, and her speech was intermittent.

"All these years...I never blamed him for anything."

"He can do whatever he wants..."

"I won't stop anything..."

"I just want this family to be complete..."

"But why did you do this to me?"

"What did I do wrong?"

"Ah... I gave all my youth to such a man, why did he treat me like this...?"

"I haven't paid enough for this family...?"

"Is it because I'm no longer young?"

"Just because...he thinks he's hot now?"

"Yeah....I'm not young anymore, hehehe..."

An Jingyue was a little worried about her mother's condition. This woman talking to herself seemed to have completely lost her former gentleness and generosity.

An Jingyue remembered a sentence.

You are used to a meek and calm person on weekdays, once she suffers an almost fatal blow, you don't know what she will turn into.

An Jingyue could only comfort her mother as much as possible.

"It's okay...it will get better in the future, you are still very young now."

The woman reached out and stroked An Jingyue's face.

But at the moment of touch.

An Jingyue's subconscious action was to avoid it.

If this action was brought by a stranger, An Jingyue's desire to escape would be understandable, but this person was her mother.

biological mother.

Since birth, this woman has touched herself countless times.

Why now, do you want to escape?

It was when she was most vulnerable.

An Jingyue opened her mouth.

But he saw the woman looking at him with a trace of emotion and unwillingness.

"You are so beautiful and so young."

An Jingyue actually felt that such eyes should not appear when a woman looked at her.

But he still held down the opponent's hand on his face, and forced a smile.

"Because I am your daughter."

The woman seemed to ignore the words.

Just whispering to himself.

"I was pretty when I was young...prettier than you..."

"Well...you must be prettier than me."

An Jingyue was so relieved.

But the woman's eyes suddenly became sharp.

He looked directly at An Jingyue.

"But you are so young, younger than me, and much prettier than I am now. I am now... I am a yellow-faced woman, an old witch!"

An Jingyue was a little surprised by her mother's sudden emotional agitation.

Hastily pressed the opponent's hand.

Let the other party calm down as much as possible.

Said while reassuring each other.

"No, no, you are still very good-looking now, as long as you cheer up, you will definitely... You will definitely look even better."

"can you?"

The woman's emotions collapsed again.

Become weak and powerless, appearing in the state that An Jingyue is familiar with on weekdays.

Although it makes people feel distressed and pitiful, it is more used to it.

Compared with the brief events that happened in the past few seconds, it is really reassuring.

An Jingyue nodded.

"Yes, yes, you have to be good and cheer up again, life is still very long, just leave the future to me."

The woman looked at An Jingyue and said nothing.

His eyes seemed to be empty, like a black hole, with nothing in it.

An Jingyue didn't know what the woman was thinking.

Watching the other party collapse on the sofa, and then slowly fall asleep.

An Jingyue was finally able to calm down a bit.

Of course she knew how much this had hit her mother.

No matter how you say it, this woman has a weak character.

In fact, after all, there is an element of consideration for this broken family and for myself who was still growing up.

She even ignored the value of her own existence.

What can she say?

What can be said is not as good as what can be done.