I really don't want a second marriage

After taking a bath for nearly half an hour, Xiao Yan felt that he had washed himself clean.

When she came out with a bath towel, Xiaoyan's mother was sitting on the sofa answering the phone, wiping her tears.

"I didn't expect such a thing to happen. Our old Zhou really had a hard life. Now he is still in the intensive care unit. The doctor said to observe for 48 hours..."

She cried as she spoke. The corner of her eye saw Xiao Yan coming out of the bathroom. Then she hurried to say, "well, I have something else here. I won't tell you more."

Then he hung up the phone, wiped away his tears, walked over to Xiaoyan, stood in front of her and looked at her carefully.

And the sad look just now has completely disappeared.

Xiaoyan is not surprised, nor does she think that her mother doesn't care about her father. She cries because she is really sad. Now she is not sad because she doesn't bring her emotions to get along with Xiaoyan.

Her mother has always been a man of love and hate.

The first second can be covered with dark clouds, the next second can also be clear, and the years are quiet.

Xiaoyan was taught by her mother before. Unexpectedly... She was finally planted in the hands of a man.

Xiao Yan certainly didn't dare to tell her mother about these things. If she told her, she would only be laughed at in the end.

"This look can barely catch the eye. What was that just now? The gatekeeper downstairs doesn't know. He thought I Luo Huimei was kind enough to take the beggar home."

Xiaoyan: "... Mom, I haven't seen you for so many years. Can you stop hurting me?"

Luo Huimei blinked innocently, "why? I haven't scolded you on the phone. I haven't seen you for so many years. I say you're not happy?"

"No!"

Xiao yanmu walked to her room with a face and went in to get dressed. As a result, when she opened the wardrobe, she almost fainted when she saw the packed clothes.

The clothes she thought were beautiful five years ago now look very childish.

Xiaoyan was speechless and closed the wardrobe with a snap.

Luo Huimei, who came in to see this scene, couldn't help but make complaints about her: "why? No clothes? You want to go out naked?"

After saying that, Luo Huimei found that her daughter had been staring at her. Her eyes made her numb, "what are you looking at?"

"Mom, I find your clothes are better than mine. Lend me one."

"... psycho, you, a little girl, wear my mother's clothes?"

"What old lady?" Xiaoyan rolled her eyes silently. Her mother is not old, and she has a baby face and likes to dress tender, so her clothes are very fashionable, although it is so different from her dressing style.

But Xiaoyan felt that these were at least better than those childish clothes in her cabinet.

And she has decided to wash her heart from today. After the revolution, she will no longer be sad for men or even shed a tear.

If she is sad or shed tears for men again, she will be the ugliest and fattest fool in the world!

The heart washing revolution should first start with change. The first is to change her dressing style. She should abandon those childish and immature clothes in the past. She should be a woman with mature mind and appearance!

"Mom, lend me something to wear. I don't want to wear these. I just want to wear yours."

With that, Xiao Yan hugged Luo Huimei's arm and whispered Jiao.

"Go, if you put on my clothes and people think you're married, how can you get married then?"

Speaking of getting married, Luo Huimei suddenly thought of something and stared suspiciously at her daughter holding her arm: "by the way, you've been abroad for the past five years. When did you come back? How long have you been back? Why didn't you tell me? Also, you should talk about love for so long? What's your boyfriend like? When will you bring it back to mom?"

When talking about falling in love, Xiao Yan's eyes touched for a while, then avoided Luo Huimei's gaze and said with a smile: "Mom, you have so many questions. I don't know which one to ask. I want to wear clothes now. First borrow a suit and I'll wear it. When I'm free, I'll tell you what I used to do."

The two are mother and daughter. Luo Huimei can't see how Xiaoyan's eyes dodge when talking about this matter. She is guilty when she looks at it, and then connect the way she appears in front of her today. Luo Huimei thinks she knows what secret.

She looked at her daughter faintly and asked, "Xiaoyan, have you been abandoned?"

As soon as this sentence was said, Xiao Yan jumped up as if he had been trampled on his tail and shouted, "Mom, what the hell are you talking about? Who has been abandoned? Who will abandon me if your daughter is so beautiful?"

Luo Yanmei knew Xiao Yan best. Seeing her reaction so strongly, she said, "it seems that she was really abandoned and didn't run away."

Xiao Yan: "... Mom! Really not!"

"What does that man look like? Is he good-looking? How long has he been together? How can he divide his hands?"

"Mom!"

Luo Huimei looked at her steadily. The two mothers and daughters looked at each other for a long time. Xiaoyan finally lost the battle and sat down beside the bed dejected. "It's good-looking, but there's no place and there's no break-up."

"Hmm?" after Luo Huimei captured some information from these words, she quickly walked to Xiao Yan and sat down: "didn't get it? What's your frustration?"

Xiao Yan's expression was stuffy, obviously a look that he didn't want to say.

"Mom, don't force me to do it? I've planned not to mention it. From today on, I'll forget that person. In the future, Zhou Xiaoyan will be a new Zhou Xiaoyan."

Luo Huimei saw the firm light shining on her daughter's eyes. She knew that if she asked again at this time, she had been stabbing her wound repeatedly. She could only nod her head: "well, it doesn't matter if you don't say it. Then wait until you adjust it and tell it to her mother."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan looked at Luo Huimei like a monster and muttered, "I'm not used to being so gentle suddenly."

"Dead girl! I'm not used to you. I'm not used to you like this!" while talking, Luo Huimei slapped her on the back of the head again. Xiao Yan stretched out his hand and held it down in pain, howling: "Mom, can you stop hitting me on the head like this? What if you hit me with an internal injury?"

"It's better to have an internal injury. You haven't come back for so many years. It feels like our husband and wife have raised you for so many years..."

Xiao Yan: "OK, OK, I'm back now. Don't worry. When Dad wakes up, I'll kowtow in front of his bed and admit my mistake, OK?"

It is impossible to kowtow and admit mistakes.

But she really hopes her father can wake up, otherwise... She will hate herself! I haven't lowered my head for so many years, even once.