Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 277 Small Mansion (8)

"Why not? You are beautiful and smart. I heard that many boys like you. You just need to tell them that your mother is not a deserter. She is worried about your father's dereliction of duty."

Han Xiaoxiao looked at her biological mother who was [-]% similar to herself, and her eyes were full of hope and unwillingness. The light above her head was so bright, but she couldn't see half of her mother's love from her eyes.

There was nothing greater than heartbreak, Han Xiaoxiao sighed inwardly, gritted her teeth and asked clearly, "You mean, let me betray my appearance?"

Han Daya was stunned, looking at his ex-wife in disbelief.

"Don't say it so harshly, beauty is your capital, you have to learn to use your own advantages, so how many detours can you avoid?"

At this time, Yu Xiufen showed her the attitude of being a mother to teach her, which made Han Daya's mouth crooked in anger.

"Xiu Fen, you... What nonsense are you talking about? Xiaoxiao, go back and rest, don't worry about it here."

Han Daya's heartache was all pulled together, Xiaoxiao was abandoned by his mother when he was ten years old, and he raised his daughter carefully all these years, fearing that if he didn't say something in place, it would stimulate the pure heart of the child.

Fortunately, Yu Xiufen came back silently, didn't say anything about the mother's love to make up for the child's lack, but even said some inconspicuous words to annoy him, did she think everyone was like her stepdaughter?Can you even sell your soul for money?

"Xiu Fen, I think you'd better think about what you did wrong. It's getting late, you should go to bed early, and I'll come to see you later."

Han Daya didn't want to see this woman again for a moment, so he threw away the rushing body, Han Daya was like running away from the plague, wishing to escape to the sky, away from this woman who had no self-respect and no shame.

Early the next morning, it was Song Man who came to deliver medicine to Xiaoxiao.

"Han Xiaoxiao, how do you feel today?" Song Man remained the same, blushing before speaking.

"Song Man, please sit down, I feel much better today." Han Xiaoxiao put down the mirror in his hand and hid it under the pillow, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Everyone has a love of beauty, and Han Xiaoxiao is such a beautiful girl.

Song Man handed her a piece of paper, Han Xiaoxiao didn't understand why, and asked, "What is this?"

"My grandfather and I did some research last night. If the wound on Gu Mo's face is not covered with good herbal medicine, it may leave a scar. These medicines are more difficult to buy. You can see if you can find them."

Han Xiaoxiao looked at him in surprise, and said happily, "Song Man, I have troubled Grandpa Song, and I have also troubled you."

"Where." The dull Song Man found that he didn't dare to look at the smiling Han Xiaoxiao at all, his heart was beating non-stop at one glance, and he ran away the next moment.

At the door, he bumped into He Feiyun.

"Hey, this young man's face is as red as a monkey's butt, Xiaoxiao, are you flirting with others again?"

Han Xiaoxiao said angrily, "Sister He, you made fun of me early in the morning."

"Hey, the joy of my life is to scour people all over the world."

"It's so great, I think there is only one person who can cure you." Han Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and smiled. In the middle of the night last night, no one knew who was being taught a lesson in a low voice in the corridor.

After Traditional Chinese Medicine Song gave Gu Mo another injection, Xiaoxiao served Gu Mo to drink the decoction, and accompanied by He Feiyun, went home to prepare sick meals for Gu Mo.

There are shredded paper all over the street, and there is still a faint smell of gunpowder smoke in the air.

"Today is a new year, no wonder I heard that there were firecrackers set off in the morning."

Han Xiaoxiao lay on the window of the car and looked out. Time passed so quickly. In a blink of an eye, she had been here for five months. What happened during this period could be written into a book.

Looking at the gray sky outside the window through the glass, the sun hidden in the thick clouds is trying to spread light and heat to the earth.

"Sister He, life is never smooth, right?"

(End of this chapter)