After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

"Good girl, I knew that something happened when you came home suddenly, don't worry, your old lady, I'll—"

As the voice fell, the door of the unit in front of Hang Yanling was pushed open with a bang, and a woman in a suit, with neat black hair and light makeup that blurred her age rushed in rashly, wearing high-heeled leather But the boot tripped over while stepping through the door of the unit.

Plop, snap, snap.

The woman fell out of the unit door in a very embarrassing posture, rolled down two steps along the steps, and the phone fell to the ground with a thud.

Hang Yanling held the mobile phone blankly, and the loud thud from the mobile phone made her dodge subconsciously.

"Oh, bad luck, bad luck. It hurts..."

"Are you OK?"

"Yeah!? Lingling!? Why are you back!? Didn't I say I'm going to pick you up?"

"..."

"Oh, mother is making a fool of herself in front of you again—"

"..."

"What's wrong? Silly girl, are you in a daze?"

"Huh? Oh, it's okay."

After Hang Yanling helped the woman up, she subconsciously withdrew her hand, but she didn't expect to be grabbed by the woman.

"Let's go, it's rare for our girl to come back once. If you want to eat, mother will make it for you."

Hang Yanling sneered and scratched her head.

"The food you cook is terrible, let me come."

The woman blushed, squeezed her knuckles, gritted her teeth and said with a smile: "I underestimated your mother, right? What kind of skill do I have—"

But when she was about to teach her daughter who hadn't seen her for half a year and was good at it, she was startled by the scene in front of her.

Yan Lingling, who was still laughing just now, suddenly lost all expression.

"Yan Lingling" looked pale, and looked up at the woman in front of her dully.

"Wait... no... no..."

"Yeah!? What's the matter? You, what expression do you have... you have a fever? Why are you so dumbfounded all of a sudden?"

"Why do I...know that you...cooking is unpalatable...?"

Chapter 57 Good Chat

"Is there something wrong with your body? You have been malnourished since you were a child. Did you eat well in college? Did you sleep well before eleven o'clock in the evening?"

Since entering the house, the woman's nagging has not been interrupted.

Hang Yanling murmured perfunctorily, always feeling a sense of disobedience in her mind that she couldn't express.

"Mom will bring you delicious food in the evening, and you can make up for it at noon."

Sitting at the dining table, the woman brought the leftover lunch to Hang Yanling.

Stir-fried loofah, fried eggplant box, stir-fried beans.

The loofah is as soft as chewing mud, the eggplant box has a raw smell, and the beans are as old as leather belts.

All in all it was very unpalatable.

Holding the steamed buns, Hang Yanling looked up at the woman who was sitting across the dining table, babbling about Yan Lingling's college life, felt a little uncomfortable for no reason, and hummed twice.

"I'm stuffed."

"You child, you obviously haven't eaten a few mouthfuls, and you have a bad appetite?"

"I'm a little motion sick, and I want to go back and rest for a while."

Hang Yanling covered her head, her thoughts were a little confused, the dining stool under her buttocks made her fidgety like a needle prick, she put down the bowls, chopsticks, steamed buns, stood up, and left the kitchen.

The woman saw that her daughter was really not quite right, so she didn't say much, but just tidied up the bowls and chopsticks resentfully, and picked up the chopsticks and tasted a few mouthfuls unwillingly.

"Isn't it hard to eat?"

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Hang Yanling covered her head, walked out of the kitchen wearing ill-fitting slippers, turned around the living room, and came to her own room. After twisting the doorknob twice, she found that there was a key inserted under the handle.

She probably hasn't been back for half a year, so Yan Lingling's mother locked the room.

With a wry smile, Hang Yanling unscrewed the door of the room, yelled sorry to Yan Lingling in her heart, and walked into the room.

The layout in the room is very warm, with light golden wallpaper, a desk, and a wooden chair.

It seemed that she was afraid that the bed would accumulate dust after her daughter hadn't come back for half a year. There was only a mattress on the bed, and there were no sheets, bedding, pillows, etc.

Hang Yanling, who wanted to lie down on the bed, deserved to sit on the chair and take a breath.

I don't know if it's because the air in the room is too bad or what, but my head feels stuffy and painful.

Do not……

It's not a problem with the room, it's just like this when I entered this unit building.

So sad.

Opening the third drawer under the desk, Hang Yanling tried to find painkillers, but there was only a thick booklet in it, and there was no medicine box.

It's strange, medicine is something that can last for storage... It's not possible to change the location of the medicine box...

……

Why do I know the location of the medicine cabinet again...

No, my head hurts...

Putting the photo album on the table, Hang Yanling tried to find something to divert his attention.

Do not……

wrong.

It's a "book", I shouldn't have known it was a "photo album"...

what……

That's right, it's written on the cover, I must have read these two words to recognize it...

It's better not to open it.

Hang Yanling pressed his hand on the photo album, and his breathing gradually became difficult.

Standing up, Hang Yanling pushed open the window, fresh air flooded into the room, and the headache was temporarily relieved.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught something.

It was placed in the thirty centimeter wide gap between the bed and the window...a white square.

what is that……

Hang Yanling reached out to pick it up.

On the photo frame is a young man with a bright smile, holding a red admission notice.

I……

Why can't I see his face clearly.

This person's face...why is it blurry...

it hurts……

"Lingling!!!!"

The scream almost pierced the eardrum, Hang Yanling was startled, and turned his head mechanically.

A woman stood outside the door.

She looked at Yan Lingling standing in the room in astonishment, and stammered, "You, you... what are you doing in this room?"

"My head hurts a bit... rest..."

Hang Yanling's answer was a little weak.

The woman looked at "Yan Lingling" holding the photo frame with a complicated expression, and raised her finger to the door behind her: "Your room...is here."

"I...that, I..."

Exposed?

Oops, I forgot to be cautious.

You shouldn't do things with a damn sense of déjà vu.

How could I forget...

Anxiety and irritability welled up in her heart, Hang Yanling put down the photo frame and smiled weakly.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"...what did you call me?"

"what happened?"

"Lingling, what's the matter with you? Lingling?? You've been acting strange since you came back today."

"I have a... headache."

Hang Yanling gently put down the photo frame.

Explain, find a way, make excuses, and get over it.

It's not difficult for me.

It's just a lie, it's just a lie to the woman in front of me.

Think fast, think fast...

Use your brain...

I……

strangeness……

how do I……

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"Well, uh..."

When Hang Yanling woke up again, she was covered with a white sheet.

pungent smell.

Ah, the smell of disinfectant.

here is……

hospital?

After realizing her situation, the exhausted Hang Yanling no longer had the energy to think further about how she came to know the term "disinfectant".

She shook her arm, and a tingling pain was transmitted from her arm.

A transparent tube is connected to his arm through a needle, and a bottle hangs from it.

Hang Yanling also recognized what that thing was.

There is too much sense of sight, and it gradually becomes a violation.

Outside the door, there was the sound of someone talking.

"Sister, Dean Qi went to the province for a meeting, and we couldn't contact him."

"I don't care, call him over!! A husband and wife, he doesn't care about me, does he!?"

Never through, a woman has such a hysterical voice.

It made Hang Yanling's heart throbbing.

"You calm down, Lingling is really not a serious problem, but a little hypoglycemia."