Dirty Games

Jingxiaomeng dizzy vegetables, when did her daughter become a big trumpet mouth?

"Ya Ya, didn't Mommy tell you that you can't tell anyone about your family? Even if grandma is not good, it's our own business to close the door. Telling outsiders may cause trouble, you know? "

"What I didn't want to say was that Granny Molly asked me. She asked me why I didn't like my grandmother. If she was not good to me, I told her exactly She said, changing her tone. "But I think granny Molly looks very kind. She doesn't look like a stranger at all."

"Is it?" Jing Xiaomeng flashed a sharp glimmer under her eyes and held her daughter to her leg. "Although granny Molly is very kind, it is after all the first time we have met, and we don't know. People's heart is very complex, we can understand it through a long time together. " She said it with great care.

Although she is a child with high intelligence quotient, she is only five years old after all, still very naive and simple.

Grandma, Molly's reaction was strange when she cried Yaya said.

Jingxiaomeng was shocked severely, "is it true?"

"Well, she said it was the wind that blew the sand into her eyes, but I think she's lying, because you're the same. Every time you cry, you always lie to me that the wind blows sand into your eyes." Yaya said solemnly.

Jing Xiaomeng choked and wanted to vomit blood.

But that's not the point. It's Mrs. Molly.

"You talk to Mommy carefully. What's grandma Molly's reaction when you talk?"

She knew that her daughter had a good memory, and it was easy to remember.

Yaya's two big round eyes rolled. "I told granny Molly that bad Granny and Murong Yanyan killed Du's grandmother. She was very surprised. I said you are very similar to granny Du. She also said that she was very similar. But she has never met the grandmother of Du family. How can she know that you are very similar? "

Like Columbus discovering the new world, Jing Xiaomeng jumped up from the sofa excitedly and danced, "Ya Ya, you're really a genius. That's great. I knew it didn't come in vain!"

"Mommy, have you found anything?" Yaya asked.

"Baby, mommy loves you so much." She picked up the Yaya pink doodle small face, hard kiss.

At this time, Lu Haoyang came out of the bathroom.

A pair of blue pajamas, beautiful and unusual, looks like a monster.

Sitting on the sofa, he picked up a muffin and put it in his mouth. He was trying to remember the smell.

"Is there a snack shop in Longcheng that can make a similar taste?"

"No, it's my first time." Jing Xiaomeng shakes her head.

"I'm curious. I always feel familiar with the taste." He said thoughtfully.

Jingxiaomeng looked at him, thick long eyelashes flickered, "maybe it's the taste of mother." There was something mysterious in her light tone.

He looked at her with a deep, reserved look. "What do you want to say?"

"Your mother is a master of pastry. She makes western food just like my mother makes Chinese dim sum, which is unique." She said casually.

"Are you kidding?" He flicked her forehead gently.

From the beginning of his memory, he has never seen Shangguan nianyi enter the kitchen.

She is quite concerned about her skin, for fear of being hurt by the fumes.

"Don't tell me you've never eaten your mom's pastry?" Jing Xiaomeng asked intentionally.

Lu Haoyang showed his hands and acquiesced.

Jingxiaomeng curled her lips. "Do you remember what I told Mrs. Molly today about my mother competing with others to make snacks? This person is your mother, to be exact, your mother before the accident. "

Lu Haoyang shook violently and looked at her with an incredible look.

She patted him on the shoulder. "I know you're surprised. After the accident, the Shangguan lady didn't touch the spring water. Before the accident, she was a master of Western food. The difference is not so big. After the accident, she should have forgotten the craft of making western food. In fact, if you want to be confused, you can go and ask your father. He must know very well whether your mother will make western food

Lu Haoyang was silent and took a sip of tea from his tea cup. "It's just a snack. You can make use of it to make you think so much."

"I don't want you to take a thief as a mother." Jingxiaomeng sticks out her tongue.

"Well, change the subject." Lu Haoyang doesn't want to talk about it any more. In his opinion, Jing Xiaomeng and Lu Yixuan are full of resentment against her mother, so they think of some ridiculous things.

For his indifferent reaction, she was very disappointed, "land animals, one day, you will regret."

"Stupid Meng." He sighed. "We're here for a holiday. Don't spoil the atmosphere of harmony, OK?"

Jing Xiaomeng secretly curled her lips. She didn't come for a holiday. She came to decrypt.

However, she didn't say it and leaned against the back of the sofa. "OK, watch TV." Although I can't understand, it's good to watch with the children.The next day, on the pretext of going out to buy flowers, she asked Lu Haoyang to stay at home to look after the children and went to the town by herself.

She called Mrs. Molly and asked her out for coffee.

Mrs. Molly came soon, still wearing her veil, as usual.

After entering a quiet cubicle, she took off her veil.

"Madam, in a few days, we will return to Longcheng."

"So fast?" Mrs. Molly's eyes darkened.

"Yes, the company still has a lot of things to deal with. The only pity is that we didn't find the person who sent the postcard." Jing Xiaomeng sighed.

In the coffee, the jasmine does not stop.

"I think she should be our relative, but I don't know how to go home." Jing Xiaomeng's voice was very low, but it was very clear, "she has been away from home for a long time. When she went back, she found that her home had been occupied by others. A woman who was as like as two peas had taken the place of her, took over her, took her home, and took away her husband and son.

Mrs. Molly rolled over and convulsed violently. Her fingers holding the coffee cup shook violently. The coffee splashed out and spilled on the table.

She whipped out some paper towels and cleaned the table.

She rubbed hard, as if she wanted to wipe away the feelings she shouldn't have.

"The man you're looking for, son, is not a Bernard." Her voice was low and hoarse, as if her throat had been burned by something bitter.

"Not really." Jing Xiaomeng reached out and took her hand.

Her fingers were cold, like icicles, still shaking slightly.

"Although she changed her face, I recognized her." She said in a positive tone.

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