wealthy daughter-in-law

Waking up early, Huanhuan lay on the bed for a full 10 minutes before slowly getting up.My daughter is off today and doesn't have to be sent to kindergarten, so she will be lazy if she steals it.

Dressed in a trance, he came to the mirror, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but grinned.

He said he made a contract with her...

Thinking of it, she kept laughing shyly.

Seeing the woman smirking in the mirror, and the dazzling golden peacock lying on the balcony, she shook her head contemptuously, then spread her wings and flew into the air. It still has important things to do !

Huan Huan suddenly realized something, grabbed the mirror frame with both hands, moved closer to him, and looked at the sloppy self inside.An old shirt, a pair of washed-out jeans, a pair of flat canvas shoes, a ponytail, black-rimmed glasses...

The old look that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, like a high school student who has not grown up, has no femininity, let alone the mother of a five-year-old child!

She frowned, rushed into the bathroom decisively, took a shower as fast as she could, blow-dried her hair straight, immediately opened the closet, saw a row of clothes there, and randomly picked out a knee-length dress. A small dress, a pair of white high heels.

After redressing, she came to the mirror again and smiled with satisfaction.Walking out of the room with uneasy steps, expecting to meet someone at first sight...

There was cheerful laughter in the living room.

She paused, stood in the stairwell, and looked down suspiciously.

Downstairs, Song Xiaojia was sitting next to Su Xiaoyou, hand in hand to her to draw, while Mo Jia was sitting on the opposite sofa, looking at her daughter softly.

"Youyou is so smart, you can draw really well!" Song Xiaojia pinched her little face affectionately, smiling very nicely.

Su Xiaoyou was very happy, and held up the painting and handed it to Mo Jia, "Look, Daddy, can I draw well?"

Mo Jia smiled, "Youyou draws very well."

With Daddy's approval, Su Xiaoyou smiled happily, "Auntie Xiaojia, teach me to draw again!" Song Xiaojia said softly, "Then Youyou can draw the teacher here."

"Really?" Su Xiaoyou's eyes brightened, and he immediately picked up the brush and drew seriously on the drawing board.

Song Xiaojia sat there with a smile, acting as a model for her.It just so happened that Mo Jia was in front of her line of sight, and she happened to be able to look at him without hesitation. After looking at him for a long time, a strangeness spread in her eyes unconsciously.

Mo Jia lowered his head to look at his daughter, as if he wanted to make up for the fact that he hadn't participated in her growth during these five years.

Huan Huan stood on the stairs, the smile on her face froze a little bit, and the emotion in Song Xiaojia's eyes, which she hadn't had time to conceal, happened to be captured by her.

Huanhuan was stunned and stood there without moving for a long time.

Her heart felt as if she had been hit suddenly by something. Obviously, she thought Song Xiaojia was just a child, but at this moment, she realized that she seemed to be wrong.

Huanhuan frowned, pursed her lips tightly, lowered her eyes, calmed her mind slightly, and walked downstairs slowly.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mo Jia turned his head. The moment he saw her, he was stunned and a little surprised. Then, the smile in his eyes immediately dissipated, and he got up and walked over.

His scorching gaze made Huan Huan a little shy, but he still raised his head bravely, didn't avoid his gaze, and asked shyly with the voice of only two people, "Does it look good?"

He nodded, and also lowered his voice and said, "Obviously she's not very pretty, but I don't know why, but I can't look away."

Huan Huan glared at him coquettishly, "I'm not pretty anymore, my daughter is just like me, okay?"

"Well, like you." Mo Jia pursed her lips and followed her words.

At this time, his cell phone rang, and he motioned to answer the call, Huan Huan nodded.

"Mummy!" Su Xiaoyou held up the painting and ran to Huanhuan, "Mummy, look, does the Aunt Xiaojia I drew look like it?"

Song Xiaojia stood up from the sofa, and greeted Huanhuan with a smile, "Miss Su."

Huanhuan smiled, "Xiaojia, it's so early again today."

"Well, there is no class today." After Song Xiaojia finished speaking, she left the living room and went to do the daily cleaning work.

Looking away from her, Huanhuan picked up her daughter's painting, "Come, let Mommy take a good look."

That painting depicts three people, Su Xiaoyou is still very young, although the characters in the painting are not very similar, but she cleverly captures the characteristics of each person, so that you can recognize who she is painting at a glance.

On the left is Mo Jia, as can be seen from his long hair, in the middle is the cute little friend Su Xiaoyou, and on the right is Song Xiaojia with mid-length hair.Behind the three of them is a beautiful big house with flowers planted on both sides.

Seeing this painting, the color of Huan Huan's eyes changed slightly, but the smile on his face never disappeared. He asked his daughter gently, "Did Aunt Xiaojia teach you to draw this today?"

"Yeah, Aunt Xiaojia first taught me to draw a beautiful big house, then asked me to recruit Daddy as a model, and finally, she made a model for me! Mommy, look, do I look like a girl?" like?"

Looking at her daughter's expectant eyes, Huanhuan smiled, "Youyou's painting is great."

"Then I will continue to draw!"

"Hehe, let's go."

Su Xiaoyou ran back very happily, lowered her head and drew again seriously.

Huan Huan turned around, looking at Song Xiaojia who was cleaning hard not far away, and gently closed her moist eyes.

A woman may not be smart or insightful, but she must trust her intuition.

She approached Song Xiaojia calmly, smiled, and asked like gossiping, "Xiaojia, you are so beautiful, there must be many boys chasing you at school, right?"

Song Xiaojia replied with a smile while mopping the floor, "They are all self-righteous boys, I don't think about them at all."

Huanhuan smiled, "Is there someone you like? Come, tell me, what do you like?"

Song Xiaojia lowered her gaze, and said calmly, "He... must be responsible, must have enough masculinity to conquer me, let me worship, let me admire, he must be a unique man in this world..." Suddenly, she froze, maybe It was startled that she had made a slip of the tongue, so she hurriedly smiled and said, "Miss Su, don't laugh at me, I usually talk nonsense after reading too many novels."

Huan Huan lowered his eyes, waved his hands indifferently, but said with deep meaning, "Not everyone can control such a man."

Turning around, out of her sight, and walking towards her daughter, "Youyou, would you like to give Mommy a picture?"

Su Xiaoyou happily agreed, "Hehe, good!"

Looking at her back, Song Xiaojia froze in place.

Is it her illusion?Why, she always felt that Su Huanhuan meant something?