My wife is pure and pure

Well, it seems that Ms. Ding Lan is preparing to record the scene of her little daughter's growth tonight.

In fact, if possible, Ms. Ding Lan actually wants to record Luo Mingyu's growth every day, and finally make a collection or something.

But the time cost for this is indeed a bit too much, and she is not so free.

It can only be a simple edit by shooting rehearsals and official performances.

Unfortunately, there was a power outage today.

Of course, what made Ms. Ding Lan most angry was that Luo Mingyu sneaked out without saying a word.

This is very dangerous and very worrying.

From childhood to adulthood, Ms. Ding Lan has never excessively prohibited her children from going anywhere, as long as she tells herself that she can find someone, she is very supportive of going out to play more.

Especially this big night.

The more Ms. Ding Lan thought about it, the more angry she was, she chewed the fried turtle and opened the anti-theft door at home.

And behind her is Luo Mingyu with big and small bags hanging on her body. Although these things are not heavy, the appearance of carrying them around makes her look a little funny.

On weekdays, she is closer to Ms. Ding Lan's Mimi, but now she even ignores Luo Mingyu.

Mainly its dog nose smells the scent.

After throwing two to it casually, Ms. Ding Lan walked into the bedroom first to change her clothes. The two steps were like a rush.

As an old couple, Mr. Luo looked up from the sofa, and he intuitively felt that Ms. Ding Lan was in a very bad mood.

This may be the negative impact of the special day, but his mood is very bright.

In the past two days, his complexion has also improved a lot, and the somewhat gloomy and literary bookishness has disappeared a lot.

Luo Mingyu knew what the reason was, but she didn't say it.

These few days of every month are the days for Mr. Luo to take care of his body.

"Go, go! This isn't for you!"

After Luo Mingyu put down her mother's handbag, camera and tripod, she found that the silly dog ​​at home was sniffing at the little turtle she had brought back, looking like she was about to take a bite at any time.

Pushing away its dog's head, Luo Mingyu went back to the room with his spoils for tonight.

Of course, she needs to give this little guy the whole big nest first and then change some water.

Chapter 470

Luo Mingyu returned to her room with the turtle box and schoolbag and clothes she had given as a gift.

After changing his clothes, he asked his father for a dog food bowl as the little turtle's new home.

Mr. Luo looked very reluctant, and even complained that his daughter's skills were really bad, why couldn't she set up a rabbit or a mouse or something, obviously she didn't say anything.

The elders are moaning.

After taking the small hard plastic basin that once belonged to Mimi and filling it with an appropriate amount of water, Luo Mingyu placed it together with the little turtle inside on the upper right corner of her desk.

This kind of little guy obtained from a street stall will never live too long, and many of them will die the next day after arriving home.

It looks pretty lively today.

Not afraid of people.

Luo Mingyu stretched out his hand and poked the tortoise's head that was sticking out to look around.

"Well... if you can survive after a period of time, go buy a fish tank and come back."

Of course, the premise is that it can stand it, and when you leave tomorrow, you must close the door, and you can't let Mimi run in and drink the bastard.

After tidying up everything, Luo Mingyu was not in a hurry to do her homework today, but took the performance costume she prepared that day to the bathroom.

Get ready for a wash.

Although it doesn't look dirty, it is somewhat sweaty after training for the past few days, and it also has some delicious soup that is more salty and delicious.

And it can also touch people's hearts even more if it is washed clean and performed on stage.

Luo Mingyu didn't want to let her hard work go to waste because of minor problems like clothing and props.

Do your best to obey the destiny, do your best where you can work hard, and the rest can only take one step at a time.

When he walked into the bathroom with his long skirt, safety pants and high heels, he found that his own mother had just come out of it.

If it was normal, Luo Mingyu promised to push this job to her own mother to help, but now...

She was still a little guilty.

"Give it to me, you can do your homework."

Ms. Ding Lan still didn't have a smile on her face, but after saying this, it meant that her lord did not care about Luo Mingyu's worrying assertions.

Luo Mingyu understands the principle of borrowing a donkey if it is good.

"Hey~ Thank you mom~mua~"

After putting down her clothes with a playful smile, and giving her own mother a loving kiss, Luo Mingyu went back to the room.

Start pulling out today's math homework.

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Han Zitong took out the key and opened the door of the house.

It was deserted and dark.

There was no warm light, but the lights in the corridor behind her outlined her figure on the floor in front of the door.

The appearance of carrying a schoolbag and an umbrella seems a little bit awkward.

"Whoo~"

Han Zitong took a deep breath, walked into the room and closed the door.

Putting the umbrella in her hand by the door, she changed her slippers.

The empty living room was too clean and tidy, without any hint of life.

So cold, hard and rigid was her home.

Han Zitong was the same as before, without any delay or too much emotion.

After just going to the toilet once, he sat down at his desk again, and started today's study with the damp school uniform on his body.

If there is any difference, it is only that there is an extra little turtle poking around at her hand.

It was almost eleven o'clock.

Mother Han, who had been exhausted all day, finally returned home.

Not long ago, Han Zitong reported to her that the cram school was suspended, so there was no such thing as a waste of time.

As soon as she got home, Mother Han, who had worked overtime until midnight, came to her daughter's bedroom.

Although I know that she is at home and that she is studying, but every time I go home, if I don't take a look at her, I always feel empty and uneasy.

"Is the cram school canceled today?"

Mama Han pushed the door open and asked a question she already knew the answer to, other than that she didn't know what to say to start.

"Well, because of a power outage."

Han Zitong did not look up and continued to do calculations on the paper in front of him.

She also didn't know how to face her mother's eyes.

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere of silence fills this simply decorated girl's bedroom, only the rustling sound of the pen nib sliding across the paper is the only sound here.

The rain stopped outside the house, even though it was midnight.

But the rainy cloud of the mother and daughter never sees dawn.

"I'll get you a hot cup of milk."

Mother Han knew that being here would only affect her daughter's attention. After thinking about it for a while and not finding any suitable and necessary topics, she left such a sentence.

When she quickly walked in with a cup of warm milk with eggs thrown in, she found something that should not have appeared on her daughter's table.

A plastic box containing a baby turtle.

"Where did this come from?"

She reached out and picked it up to her eyes, and confirmed that the little turtle inside was alive, and the fresh life carried a little fishy smell.

"..."

Han Zitong did not reply immediately, but spoke slowly after a moment of silence.

"I bought it at a street stall."

What she said was a little guilty. She felt that if she said that she got it by playing hoops with her classmates, it might make her mother angry.

And if you buy it directly, you can also prove that you are not so playful.

Of course, the serious mother Han doesn't care how she got here.

"This thing can't be placed on the desk. It will affect your study efficiency. You will be in the third year of high school soon."

These words were like an unshakable mountain, pressing firmly on Han Zitong's back.

She wanted to say that she couldn't, but after glancing at her mother's calm expression and particularly aggressive aura, she still couldn't say it.

"I'll take it away for you and throw it away. You will remember to drink the milk later, and take off your school uniform. I will wash it for you later, so you can wear it tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Mother Han took the small box and walked out of the bedroom, and closed the door for her before leaving.

"Kacha~!" A clattering sound of locks snapping into place once again locked Han Zitong's slightly open heart.

Returned to autistic state.

Before Mother Han came to the trash can outside, she wanted to throw this small box into it.