Forbidden-sex husband, please spoil me lightly

It was a long night. Finally, under the appeasement of Ji Han, youyou finally went back to bed. It was not until youyou tossed and turned in bed and finally made a uniform sound of breathing that Ji Han fell asleep. He was particularly tired all the way because he was always wary of whether anyone was following him. Where would he stop next? He has to pay attention to youYou's mood all the time. He's already very tired. However, he can't sleep when he sees that youyou doesn't sleep.

At the moment, youyou has gone to sleep. Ji Han falls asleep at ease.

The rest of the group gathered in the hall the next day. Youyou slept well. At least there were no dark circles under his eyes. He was much better. He was looking at the hotel at the moment.

Ji Han looked at youyou's eyes, especially soft. He took youyou's hand and said, "I'll take you to breakfast. It's a pleasure to come back here."

So the two cars walked around the small town and finally found one. Many people were waiting in line at a breakfast point. Several people rushed in and began to line up to buy breakfast. Youyou and Ji Han stood behind and waited.

This breakfast point sells rice noodles. Maybe rice noodles are very good, so there are many people waiting. Finally, after waiting for nearly 20 minutes, the brothers came out with two bowls of rice noodles. This is the first time in Ji Han's life. He stood on the roadside and ate breakfast with a bowl.

Youyou looked at the bowl of rice noodles in a daze. In her heart, she never knew that rice noodles were a unique specialty in her hometown.

Ji Han finished a whole bowl of rice noodles, which seemed to taste good. He found that youyou basically didn't use chopsticks.

He took the bowl of rice noodles in youyou's hand. "Don't you eat it? If you don't go there, I'll eat it. Oh, it tastes good. I feel that after going to the rice noodles, the rice noodles I've eaten before can't be called rice noodles." after that, the brothers immediately agreed and praised the taste of the bowl of rice noodles.

Finally, just before lunch, Ji Han took him to a small mountain village. It was very old and broken. Even the roads were all dirt roads. The two cars were moving forward on the muddy road. Their long eyes always looked nostalgic and other complex expressions. Maybe they were not used to it. He looked at the scenery on both sides of the car and felt familiar and strange, This is my hometown.

Many people are working in the field. When they see the two cars suddenly entering the village, they stand up in great surprise and watch the excitement. Looking at the pair, they have been exposed to the sun. Some vicissitudes of face and her heart suddenly have a moment of tenderness. If they have been here since their birth, are they the same as them? Maybe?

She didn't want to admit that although she left here, her fate might be a little better. At least unlike the girls here, she never had the opportunity to get out of the mountains. The mountains always pressed them like poverty, but she actually longed for her parents, just like the helplessness when she escaped from her adoptive parents' house at that time, Loneliness and pain.

Tang Si was walking slowly in the low kitchen with a wine pot. He was impatient and looked at the two dishes on the table.

"I said, you dead woman, you can't do anything but do some housework in your life. You might as well die."

Such abuse should have happened many times, because the middle-aged woman had a blue rag towel wrapped around her head, patched clothes, a drunken husband next to her, and a very small girl next to her.

When youyou walked in, she saw such a scene. It was a small house. She walked in and saw that her father was abusing and even about to beat her mother. Should the little girl next to her be her sister? She saw her childhood shadow on her sister's face.

The middle-aged woman didn't answer back all the time, but continued to be busy in the kitchen.

Tang Si, looking back, thought he was wrong and rubbed his eyes. Yes, there were two standing at the door. The young man was handsome and the girl was beautiful. The key was that they all wore very rich clothes. At a glance, they knew that they were rich people.

His drunken eyes rolled around and asked, "who are you? You entered my house without permission?"

Youyou looked at the middle-aged man who came slowly towards him. He was sloppy. It seemed that he was not his imaginary father. She lowered her head. Is this really his father?

Tang Si's hand stretched out to you you. Ji Han flashed a secret look, which scared him to put down his hand immediately.

The middle-aged woman found that there were outsiders in the kitchen. When she looked back and saw Youyou, she looked for a few seconds, and suddenly her eyes were full of tears. She rubbed her hands on the old apron, as if her hands were dirty. Slowly, she came to youYou's face and looked at youyou's face. How much it was like when she was young!

She finally said, "it's you, you're back, you're my daughter." with her voice and the tears in her muddy eyes.

Tang Si seemed to wake up from a dream. He was impatient and continued to swear, "you dead woman is dreaming again. Your daughter, your daughter has long died."

Youyou looked at the tearful woman in front of her. She didn't cry, but just smiled.

I finally met my imaginary parents, but why didn't I have a little surprise? She is a little depressed. Such emotion is too complicated.

Seeing that youyou didn't speak, the middle-aged woman was anxious, stretched out her hand, grabbed youyou's arms, and told her in tears, "You are my daughter. I know that you have a heart-shaped birthmark on your arm. When you were young, I knew you didn't want to recognize me. I should blame me for throwing you away with your father at the beginning, but you didn't know at that time. The family was too poor to afford it. How many sisters did you have and your father didn't work hard. I really had no choice. Which mother is there in the world Don't mothers love their children? "

Youyou looked a little moved. There was a birthmark on his arm, and his mother didn't look like lying.

She just cried, maybe she just wanted youyou to forgive him. Youyou was indifferent, as if watching her performance and watching her cry.

Tang Si finally calmed down and rubbed his eyes hard. He glanced at the woman in front of him.

"Daughter, you are my daughter, are you really my daughter?" he said with ecstasy.

"My daughter finally came back to me. I knew you would come back to see us."