Chapter 78

"Sauerkraut." Ling Moxue sat up lazily, and called to the half-open door.

Ling Moxue was sure that when she was sleepy just now, it was her daughter who whispered in her ear, and she couldn't remember what she said.

At this time, Little Sauerkraut had already run downstairs, and she handed the phone to Ling Qiyang, "Guokuo, listen to it, this is Mommy's recording."

Ling Qiyang clicked on it and listened to it again. Junyan smiled and patted his younger sister's head lightly, "Mummy can only meet in her sleep, right?"

"No, although she has her eyes closed, she can hear me, but she's just a little confused." Little Pickled Cabbage explained seriously.

"Then don't tell her."

"Of course, this is for the handsome uncle."

Ling Moxue went downstairs, wearing a long beige dress, her hair half tied up in a bun, revealing a fresh and beautiful face.

With a comb in her hand, she sat on the sofa and combed Ling Qiyue's hair, and when she was done, she combed Ling Qiyang's hair...

"Okay, that's enough! Mommy, don't touch my head from now on." Ling Qiyang pushed Ling Moxue's hand away impatiently as his hair hurt every time he combed it.

Ling Moxue giggled, and then stuffed the comb into her bag.

"Mummy, what are your plans today?" Ling Qiyue asked curiously when she saw that her mother had braided herself with two braids and tied a beautiful bow.

"No plans, don't you guys still have half a day of class?" Ling Moxue smiled and touched her pink face.

"I said afternoon."

"Take you to see grandpa." Thinking that her father was alone at home, Ling Moxue was worried about his health, so she decided to go and see him.

When Ling Qiyang heard this, he put down the tablet in his hand, "I don't like your stepmother, so I won't go."

"She's not here." Ling Moxue blurted out.

"Mum, where is she then?" Ling Qiyue asked immediately.

Ling Moxue was perfunctory, "She went on a trip with that aunt of yours."

But the lie was exposed that day.

When Ling Moxue took a bamboo basket of unfinished seafood and brought the two children into the courtyard of the Ling family, Ling Mengyao was standing at the door of the villa on the phone, seeing them coming in, her face changed, and she said something to the other party : "That smelly woman is here, let's chat with you next time."

Seeing her ugly face, Ling Qiyue hastily grabbed Ling Moxue's hand, staring at Ling Mengyao with dark eyes, full of vigilance...

She clearly remembered that on the first day she and Mummy returned to China, the so-called aunt and grandma blocked them out of the door fiercely, with a bad attitude, and clamored that this was not their home.

Later, grandpa rushed back and took them to the villa where they live now.

"Mummy, you lied to us!" Seeing Ling Mengyao, Ling Qiyang was a little angry.

Ling Moxue smiled at him apologetically, "It's okay, Mommy is here, so you don't have to be afraid of her."

"I'm not afraid." Ling Qiyang snorted.

Because she was ruthlessly driven away when she came here for the first time, Ling Qiyang forced Ling Moxue to explain the reason clearly.

Knowing that Zhao Qin is not her real grandmother and that Ling Mengyao is just a half-aunt, Ling Qiyang realizes that her mother has a "tragic" history of being abused by her stepmother.

Staring at Ling Mengyao approaching, Ling Qiyang put his hands in his trouser pockets calmly, and secretly curled his fingers into a fist.

In the palm, there is a round and hard marble.

"Ling Moxue, are you here today to show off or to see my joke?" Ling Mengyao stepped in front of the mother and son and asked viciously.

Ling Moxue looked at her coldly, and reminded, "Today I brought the child to visit Dad, I hope you pay attention to your image, don't let my child hate you!" tqR1

"Mummy, I already hate her." Ling Qiyue leaned on her leg and said softly, her big watery eyes flashed a resentful light towards Ling Mengyao.

This aunt is really not likable.

After hearing this, Ling Mengyao's eyes sharpened, and she glared at Little Pickled Cabbage, "Shut up, okay?"

Her gaze was like ice skates shining with cold light, Ling Qiyue's heart shuddered, and she hurriedly hid behind her mother, covering her face.

"Smelly woman, shut up!"

The younger sister hid, and the little Zhengtai who was at the side had cold eyes, cursed, raised her little hand, and hit Ling Meiyao on the head with the marble without fail.

"Ah!" Ling Meiyao exclaimed, covered her head and stared angrily at Ling Qiyang, "Why are you so bad?"

"You're the bad woman!" Ling Qiyang pointed at her awe-inspiringly, not to mention cold and domineering.

Ling Mengyao was stunned, a chill came over her heart.

This Ling Qiyang looked more and more like Gu Mingxuan. If it wasn't for the fact that Ling Moxue packed her bags and went to Paris the next night after she escaped five years ago. Two months later, it was rumored that she was going to marry a Frenchman. She really doubted Ling Moxue. Relationship with Gu Mingxuan.

But now, the three of them, mother and son, have been "favored" by Gu Mingxuan.

Feeling frightened, Ling Mengyao didn't dare to confront Gu Mingxuan's children's version. She avoided Ling Qiyang's angry gaze, lowered her eyebrows, and snorted softly, "Ling Moxue, let's see what kind of children you have taught!"

She walked into the villa angrily, and after a while, Ling Zhongxiao came out to welcome her, with a surprise smile on her face, "Brother, sauerkraut... are you here? Come in quickly."

The two children were quite affectionate to Ling Zhongxiao, obediently sitting on the sofa in the living room, took the fruit he handed over, and watched him chatting with his mother while eating.

Ling Mengyao was upstairs, full of anger. Just now, she received a call from a friend, saying that he could not help her release Zhao Qin from the Mu family.

She asked, "Did the Mu family say anything about the conditions?"

The other party replied: "No, but, I heard that Mu Erye had dinner with your sister in Jindu yesterday, and met Gu Mingxuan during the meal, and she left with Mu Erye in the end."

Hearing this news, Ling Mengyao became even more irritable. Many speculations were mixed in her heart, and finally she couldn't hold it back. She went downstairs, suppressed her anger and said to Ling Moxue, "Can I talk to you alone?"

Hearing this, Ling Qiyang stood up abruptly, "No!"

Little Pickled Cabbage was taken aback, rolled her eyes, and then stood up to block Ling Moxue, "Auntie, you can't touch my mommy."

"Father!" Ling Mengyao asked Ling Zhongxiao for help angrily.

Ling Zhongxiao said: "Yaoyao, if you have anything to say, just say it here, it's all from your own family, there's nothing to avoid."

"Dad, I want to talk to him about my mother, do you think it would be good for these two little kids to hear?" Ling Mengyao clenched her teeth, and glanced coldly at the two siblings standing side by side.

"Brother, sauerkraut, you are playing downstairs, Mommy is going to talk to her." Ling Moxue got up calmly, carried the two children onto the sofa, turned around and walked upstairs.

When she came to the room she used to live in, Ling Moxue found that it had become Ling Mengyao's music and dance studio, and she didn't leave anything that belonged to her, so she felt very uncomfortable.

This villa was bought by Dad, but in the end she has no place here.

"Ling Moxue!" Ling Mengyao, who stepped in afterwards, still had an aggressive tone, with a gloomy expression, "I ask you, you already had dinner with the second young master of the Mu family yesterday, why hasn't my mother come home yet?"

Ling Moxue smiled indifferently, "What does it have to do with me that your mother didn't come home?"