The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

It is said that blood is thicker than water, which may be true.

When the fool LV Guoqing saw the boy, he kept shouting 'child', while Wang Xinxia had already cried into tears.

Just because they were all in the restaurant, they were not found by the child and the woman next to him.

The boy seemed to feel something, suddenly looked at the restaurant, and then followed the woman blankly.

"I..." Wang Xinxia wanted to catch up, but was stopped by LV Guodong.

"That's him." Wang Xinxia cried and said, "have you seen Guodong? It's exactly the same as our Guoqing."

LV Guodong nodded.

"Mom, don't worry. We'll visit Xue's house tomorrow." Lu Guodong said.

The woman who walked far away suddenly stopped and looked at the boy pinching him. "Why are you walking so slowly? I have to pick you up every day. I really owe you in my last life."

"What do you want? What do you want to learn painting from others?" The woman pointed her finger at the boy's head and said, "and said in front of the old man, do you mean to make me feel better?"

The boy pursed his mouth and didn't speak, but his tears flowed down.

"Xue jinzhe, you still have the face to cry." The woman said angrily, "I tell you, if you let the old man know anything, you give me your skin carefully."

This woman, impressively, was Dongmei who cried in the hospital.

At that time, a dead baby was born, and she was still a boy. Dongmei almost went crazy.

But Wang Meili's words gave her a glimmer of hope.

If she doesn't hurry to find a way, then her position in the Xue family must be unprotected.

It's light to leave her.

So when Wang Meili offered to exchange the children, she agreed without thinking.

But since the child was brought back and the crisis on her body was lifted, Dongmei's mentality has changed.

Especially as soon as she thought that her son and Xue jinzhe were born one after another, but her son died and Xue jinzhe was alive, Dongmei had hatred in her heart.

Even she would feel that if it weren't for Xue jinzhe, her son might not have died.

It must be xuejinzhek who died her son.

And she has to raise Xue jinzhe to grow up?

As long as such a thought, Dongmei's mind began to twist.

When she was a child, she could love Xue jinzhe better, but as this thought increasingly affected her, so that every time she saw Xue jinzhe, she would think of her unlucky son.

It's Xue jinzhe's fault. If he hadn't robbed her son of his blessing, they wouldn't have done so.

"Mom, I'm wrong. I'll never dare again." Xue jinzhe cried and wanted to drag Dongmei's arm, but she ruthlessly threw it away, "don't touch me."

Dongmei walked in front angrily, followed by Xue jinzhe, but his legs were still very short, unable to keep up with Dongmei's pace, and gradually began to trot.

Who knows, Dongmei suddenly thought of something and stopped. Xue jinzhe didn't control it, so she was hit.

"Are you looking for death? It hurts me." Dongmei raised her hand and slapped her.

But he didn't hit him in the face, but slapped him hard on the back.

Then he twisted several times in his arm.

"Wow..." Xue jinzhe burst into tears.