I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 87
Wang Qinxiu pretended not to care, "What could be the matter? If you don't believe it, go and ask yourself."

Lin Haihong's heart sank even more.

Lin Haihong was pushed back to the house by Wang Qinxiu.

These few days were the days when he felt most relaxed and at home.

But the ominous premonition in his heart made him afraid that this was just the moon in the mirror.

While Wang Qinxiu was busy in the kitchen, Lin Haihong disguised himself and sneaked into the room where the middle-aged woman was.

"Auntie, are you my mother's friend?"

Lin Haihong whispered, but his eyes were uncontrollably attracted to the swaddled baby.

This……

Lin Haihong's pupils shrank, very surprised.

All his knowledge comes from books. Although he has not traveled thousands of miles, he is really on the road of reading thousands of books day after day.

Therefore, there was surprise in his eyes, but not disgust.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman named Yanzi looked gentle and said, "We're not friends, at most we're old acquaintances."

"Baby, are you literate?"

The middle-aged woman took out the two folded and crumpled newspapers from her arms and asked softly.

Lin Haihong nodded and took the newspaper.

"Then read this for me."

Lin Haihong was puzzled, but he still read it word for word.

When she heard the sentence of execution, the middle-aged woman breathed a long sigh of relief, "It's good if it's true."

It's true, she will have something to say when she goes back.

"Aren't you scared?" The middle-aged woman pointed to her child, her voice subconsciously slowed down a lot.

Lin Haihong shook his head, "I have read in books that this is a common genetic disease."

"Hereditary disease?" the woman exclaimed.

At this moment, she truly understood Yu Feiwan's statement that the child suffered because of her.

"You're not afraid, and you don't dislike the little girl adopted by your aunt's family. So, does that mean that as long as I send my child to study away from our barren valley, my child won't have to be tortured? Do people laugh at monsters who were born as a result of divine punishment?”

"As the old saying goes, all scholars have good taste."

The woman seemed to have found a path full of flowers in a desperate situation full of thorns.

There is endless light above the head, and boundless fragrance under the feet.

Yes, we must let our children fly out of that insurmountable mountain.

The middle-aged woman looked at Lin Haihong, the more she looked at him, the more she liked him.

Her eyes are clear and bright, her figure is upright, and she is well-educated and knowledgeable. She will have to raise her children according to this model in the future.

Lin Haihong looked at the middle-aged woman's obviously lighter expression, pursed her lips, and did not pour cold water on her.

Reading is reading, and the human heart is the human heart.

and many more!

Lin Haihong frowned, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Auntie, have you met cousin Feiwan?"

This should be the focus of the words.

The middle-aged woman smiled discreetly, "We met by fate."

"That little girl is smart and capable. One look at her shows that she is capable of big things."

With just a few words, she could be frightened, and before leaving, she was still grateful to that little girl.

It's not simple, it's not simple.

The middle-aged woman has become more and more determined to send her children to school even though she is selling everything.

Her life was full of hardships and hardships, and she could forget it at a glance. Could it be that her children would have to live the same life as her brother and her husband?
Lin Haihong frowned, his eyes flickered, and there was already a vague guess in his heart.

The middle-aged woman must have just been kicked out of her uncle's house.

"Auntie, are you from Lijiazhuang?" Lin Haihong suppressed the panic in his heart and pretended to be calm.

The middle-aged woman folded the newspaper again without raising her head, "That's not a good place. Don't ask about the children."

If she could have escaped desperately back then, would she have been able to live a good life?

With four dishes and one soup, she had never eaten so richly in her life.

Lin Haihong's heart sank completely.

It turns out that the new life he thought he had was not even the moon in the mirror.

"Why are you so disobedient?"

Wang Qinxiu was holding a bowl of rice cereal in her hand. She was quite angry and pinched Lin Haihong's ears.

Lin Haihong raised his head, and there seemed to be thousands of words in his throat, but in the end they turned into silence.

Lin Haihong's ears were red, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were gray.

Wang Qinxiu retracted her hand as if she had been burned, cursing in her mouth, "I don't listen to any of my words. Hurry up and go."

"This kid is not worried at all."

Lin Haihong returned to his room in silence, holding a book in his hand, but his vision was horribly blurred.

"You have a bad heart, it would be nice to have a son." The middle-aged woman held the child in her arms and fed her rice cereal spoon by spoon.

Wang Qinxiu's eyes were wandering, and she did not pay attention to the infant child. Instead, she lowered her voice and said with a fierce look on her face: "You didn't tell him nonsense, did you?"

"My son is just a white-eyed wolf who is not well-raised."

Wang Qinxiu had resentment in her heart.

She couldn't bear to help others when she pooped and peed the child she had worked so hard to raise.

"I asked him if he could read and asked him to read me a newspaper." There was a hint of contempt in the middle-aged woman's voice.

Wang Qinxiu pretended not to hear, took a step forward, lowered her head, and was about to speak when she finally saw clearly the appearance of the infant child.

The scream was about to lift the roof off.

The child was so frightened that he vomited out what he had just drunk and cried heartbreakingly.

The middle-aged woman quickly wiped it clean, held the child in her arms, and gave Wang Qinxiu a vicious look.

Wang Qinxiu was so frightened that her liver and gallbladder were split apart, and she backed away tremblingly, as if she had seen something dirty.

"Give me the money I want and prepare it. I will leave early tomorrow morning."

"A dozen or twenty is never too little, and a hundred or eighty yuan is never too much."

The panicked Wang Qinxiu nodded hurriedly, not caring about arguing, for fear of being tainted with bad luck.

In the main room, Lin Qingshan asked dissatisfiedly, "What is the ghost calling so late at night?"

Wang Qinxiu was still frightened and made a random excuse: "I accidentally burned my hand."

Wang Qinxiu's body was still shaking uncontrollably. What on earth had she called home?

"Go to sleep. She will be gone early tomorrow morning. I make sure there is no one at home when you wake up."

One night, almost no one slept in the two families.

As soon as it started to dawn, Wang Qinxiu secretly stuffed more than ten dollars into her hands and urged the middle-aged woman to leave.

In this matter, it's really a case of stealing the chicken but losing the rice.

Originally, he wanted to find some trouble for Li Lan and make the old lady embarrassed at the same time, but he never thought that now it was her who lost the money.

But now, Wang Qinxiu can't care about so much.

I just wanted to send the mother and son away while it was still dark and there were few people on the street.

The middle-aged woman also understands the seriousness. She is afraid that she will not be able to leave if she stays.

Sister Li Lan's mother-in-law is not one who suffers the consequences of being mute.

Leave the mess to Wang Qinxiu.

Anyway, it was Wang Qinxiu who caused the trouble.

(End of this chapter)