Waiting for you to fall a flower

In the evening, when Ye Beicheng came back from the company, Jing Ya immediately told him, "Guess who I went to see today?"

"Who?"

"Shi Jiang."

"What are you looking for him for?"

"I asked him to persuade Yang Qianxue to return the child to Dong Zi's house. Now I'm afraid only his words can be heard by Qianxue."

"What did he say?"

"He agreed."

"So easy to talk about?" Ye Beicheng was surprised.

"It wasn't easy to talk at first, but when he heard what happened to qianxue in the past three years, he changed his attitude. I told him that if he wanted to renew his relationship with Qianxue, the key was to do the right thing."

Jing Ya added, "By the way, Shi Jiang and his wife are divorced, so he's single now."

Ye Beicheng pondered, "This seems good, but Dudu will lose a whole family..."

"I know what you're thinking, and I don't want qianxue to be with Dong Zi, but you can see that she can't go back to fengmei fishing village and force her to be sweet. If that's the case, wouldn't it be good for her to find her own home?"

After a brief silence, he nodded, "Let's go with the flow."

Jingya went to her mother's room and saw her lying on the bed. She asked doubtfully, "Mom, why are you sleeping so early?"

"Ouch, you're here. Let me tell you, the Ye family has a ghost!"

"Ghosts?" Jing Ya asked nervously, "How did you know?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. A female ghost, dressed in a long white dress, with long black hair reaching to her waist, half of her face was ugly. It was terrifying!!!"

Song Qiulian was shivering under the covers, her face as white as a piece of paper. After hearing her description, Jing Ya chuckled and explained, "Mom, that's not a ghost. That's Ye Beicheng's eldest sister, my father-in-law's eldest daughter Ye Mengxin."

"North city's eldest sister?" Mother of Yang sat up in shock, "How could a son-in-law have such a horrible big sister?"

"When she was a child, there was a fire in her house and her face was destroyed by the fire. Although she was ugly and frightening, she was actually very simple and kind. Don't bully her in the future."

Although Jing Ya explained it clearly, Song Qiulian was still in shock and refused to go downstairs to eat. Jing Ya did not force her too much. After all, when she first met her elder sister, she was in the same mood.

"All right, you're alone. I'm going out." Jing Ya closed the door behind him.

At night, Song Qiulian was so hungry that she groaned. She lay weakly on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

She was the kind of person who could sleep soundly even if she held her urine for a night, but she would never be able to sleep if she was hungry. If she were in her own house, she would definitely get up and get some food. But now, she's staying at her son-in-law's house, looking for food in the middle of the night. If someone finds out about it, would she think she was trying to steal something?

She had caused too much trouble for Jing Ya before, so now, she was afraid to give her more trouble...

But my stomach, I'm starving. What should I do? What should I do? Hold on, right, hold on, breathe hard, hold on until dawn!

Unfortunately, she only lasted for more than an hour. At two o' clock in the night, she was so hungry that she didn't care if it was troublesome or not. She put on a coat and went downstairs to the kitchen quietly to open the refrigerator. Wow, there were so many things to eat...

She took a roast chicken, a bottle of beer and two cucumbers, sat in the corner of the kitchen and wolfed them down.

After eating and drinking, mother of Yang patted his stomach and left the kitchen with satisfaction, then went upstairs quietly again.

Walking to the corner of the stairs, she suddenly saw a black figure standing in front of Mrs. Ye's door. She exclaimed in surprise, "Who are you?"

Suddenly hearing her question, the shadow seemed to be a little flustered. When he turned his head to look at her, Song Qiulian gasped. Oh, my god, is it a ghost or a person? Why is his face so white...

She was about to run back to her room with her head in her arms, thinking that if someone wanted to harm the old monster, she would turn a blind eye to what she said. Would her son-in-law blame her then?

Thinking of this, she forced herself to knock on Mrs. Ye's door. After a while, the door opened.

"Ah!!" Song Qiulian was so frightened by the people standing in front of her that she backed away. She said in a knot, "You... You are a person or a ghost!"

The person in front of her reached out and pulled the thing off her face, and Dou Huayue's face appeared in front of Song Qiulian's eyes. She smiled and said, "Dear family, I just made a mask. As for being scared like this?"

Mask? Was the white face that I saw just now the mask that the old witch put on?

"Are you sick? What time is it now to put on a mask?" Mother of Yang rebuked angrily.

Dou Huayue retorted calmly, "Do you mind if I put on a mask now? But what are you doing? If you don't sleep in the middle of the night and wander around our house, you won't have any ideas about our house, will you?"

"I... I didn't!" Song Qiulian straightened his back, "I'm just hungry. I'm just going to get something to eat!"

"Hmph, I'm not eating dinner. I woke up in the middle of the night to find something to eat. Who knows what you want..."

"Don't insult me. I'm telling you, hmph, this family belongs to my daughter and son-in-law. Should I make up my mind?!"

Song Qiulian remembered her daughter's words and had to show some courage to deal with the old monster, so she raised her chin and tried to overpower everything.

"Keep dreaming! Hmph!" Dou Huayue turned sarcastically and entered the house, "I'm too lazy to talk to you, you annoying person. I'd rather take care of my skin if I have time."

She was about to close the door when Song Qiulian angrily reached out to block it, not showing any sign of weakness in return, "With your looks, how can you keep your face from smelling like shit? It doesn't matter if you call me a nuisance. I can give birth to a daughter that your son likes anyway! Do you have the ability to tell your son not to like my daughter? Cut, old monster...!"

Dou Huayue was so angry with her arrogant words that she almost vomited blood. She threw herself at Song Qiulian and lost her mind. The two of them soon got into a fight.

The violent noise woke Ye Beicheng and Jing Ya up. They got up quickly, opened the door and went out. They were shocked.

"Mom, what's going on? Why are we fighting in the middle of the night?"

Jing Ya hurriedly stepped forward to pull it apart. Song Qiulian pointed at Dou Huayue with messy hair and said, "I was hungry at night. I went downstairs to find something to eat. When I went upstairs, I saw a dark shadow enter her room. I accidentally knocked on her room with my good intentions. In the end, she stood in front of me with a ghostly mask on her face, and then said a bunch of insulting words. I didn't say a few words, and she started hitting me!"

After listening to his mother's long story, the only thing Jing Ya remembered was the shadow.

"Don't tell the truth. Even if my husband dies, I'm still the head of this family. Why do you always say that this family belongs to your daughter? When your daughter was throwing tantrums at me in the past, I was curious about what kind of family education it was. Hmph, now I finally understand..."

The disdainful look on Dou Huayue's face made Jing Ya very angry. She hinted, "That's not necessarily true. Whoever was born must be like who. I think North city is different from you."

This sentence was not special to the ears of others, but it was different to hear it in Dou Huayue's ears. She knew in her heart what yu jingya was referring to...

"Well, don't make a fuss over a small matter."

Ye Beicheng was in a difficult position. Both of them were his mother. He blamed either of them for being bad and could only maintain a neutral position.

Dou Huayue slammed the door and Song Qiulian yawned, "I'm going to bed. You guys should go back and rest too."

"Mom, I'll sleep with you."

Jing Ya took her mother's arm and walked into her room without even saying hello to Ye Beicheng.

When she reached her mother's room, she quickly closed the door and asked with a straight face, "Mom, are you sure you saw a shadow enter her mother's room?"

Song Qiulian nodded, threw his coat on the sofa and fell on the bed.

"Did you get a good look at that man? Is it a man or a woman?"

"Isn't that your mother-in-law? That damned old monster must have seen me go downstairs and put on a mask to scare me!"

Jing ya didn't think so. Her intuition told her that the person her mother saw must not be her mother-in-law.

"Did you see what the man was wearing?"

She continued to ask, but Song Qiulian was already asleep. She pushed her mother for a long time, but she couldn't wake her up.

She went back to her bedroom and was hugged by Ye Beicheng as soon as she got into the quilt, "Didn't you sleep with your mother? Why are you back?"

"My mom snored and I couldn't sleep." She lied.

"I thought you were angry that I didn't speak for you..."

Jing Ya pretended to be angry, "Yeah, why didn't you speak for me just now?"

"You're so powerful. I just won't help you. You're still half mad at my mother."

"...

During breakfast in the morning, Jing Ya said casually, "Honey, can I hitch a ride with you today?"

"Sure." He agreed without hesitation.

"Then hurry up and eat. I'll wait for you in the car."

She didn't want to see her mother-in-law's ugly face, so she picked up a piece of bread with ketchup and left the table.

The air outside was much smoother, and the flowers in the garden were very beautiful. When Jing Ya saw those flowers, he thought of his grandfather and felt a little disappointed.

There was a big trash can on the left side of the garden. She passed by unintentionally. A white mask caught her eyes and attracted her attention. She picked it up and looked doubtfully. Suddenly, she remembered what happened last night. Her mother said that she saw a white face enter her mother-in-law's room. Was that white face actually this mask?

It seemed that there was definitely something wrong with Dou Huayue, and there must be someone in the house with her. In order not to alarm the snake, but also to draw the snake out of the hole, she quietly threw the mask into the trash can again and left the garden as if she had seen nothing.

On the way to work, she was thinking about something. Ye Beicheng inquired, "What are you thinking? I don't even care what I say?"

"Ah? What did you say?" Jing Ya returned to his senses in surprise.