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He Siming wanted to answer her question, but when he saw that she was only wearing a suspender Pajama, her face was a little ugly: "don't you know how to put on one more dress?"

Wen Shuyue was stunned at first, then saw the people in the kitchen looking at them, and instantly raised the volume: "I usually wear this at home, why didn't you get angry with me at that time?"

He Siming said this because he was worried that Wen Shuyue had not fully recovered. What should he do if he had a cold after wearing so little clothes?

But that's not what Wen Shuyue meant.

Her eyes were now looking at the woman at the table with a hostile look.

Wen Shuyue looked at the woman carefully.

The body is good, concave and convex; the hair is black, long and straight, simply tied in a bun at the back of the head; the skin care is also good, white and clean, just like a boiled egg with a shell.

Her dress looks elegant and generous.

Although the clothes on this woman are low-key, they are all international brands. Especially the emerald necklace she wears around her neck is absolutely precious, worth at least seven figures.

But her hobby is too old-fashioned, actually chose a dark green jade, this is not the mother level talent wear it?

Even so, Wen Shuyue also vaguely felt that this time she met a powerful rival. Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, she is never afraid of these warblers.

"This is my home. I can wear whatever I like? When we are the only two at home, don't ask me to wear those sexy clothes She can't say that in normal times, but in front of other women, she deliberately wants to make her relationship with he Siming ambiguous.

"Well? What do you mean by that? " He Siming looked at her with eagle eyes and said coldly.

The woman then came to hesmin from the dining table. Her height is not short, and he Siming stand together with a sense of inexplicable harmony, even looks seem to be somewhat similar.

"Hello, Si Ming just mentioned you in front of me. Your name is Wen Shuyue, right?"

"You don't need to know my name?"

"Wen Shuyue! You're a little polite! " He Siming's face was gloomy and his tone was cold.

She has always been mild in character. How can she suddenly become so sharp and mean? Or in front of her mother, doesn't she want to leave a good impression on her mother-in-law?

Seeing that her son was a little angry, the woman quickly held him, "sming, talk well."

"Courtesy?" Wen Shuyue sneered, "politeness also depends on people. Why do you want me to be polite to her?"

"She's my mother. Shouldn't you be polite?" He Siming's face is as black as it is now. His eagle eyes are slightly narrowed, and there are two terrible lights in his eagle eyes He is trying to bear his temper and doesn't want to fight with her in front of his mother.

He Siming's words, like a bolt from the blue, exploded in Wen Shuyue's mind. What? mom? "Are you hesmin's mother?"

Smart as him, he Siming immediately reflected why her voice was so different from usual.

He looked at Wen Shuyue, thin lips with a smile like nothing, a pair of eagle eyes staring at her tightly. "So you think of your mother-in-law as your rival."

Wen Shuyue glared at him. Did he have to tell what everyone knew?

The atmosphere suddenly fell into a kind of inexplicable embarrassment.

Wen Shuyue stood there nervously, with cold sweat in her hands. She was dressed like this, and her voice was so impolite just now. Would her mother-in-law have a bad impression of herself!

It's all his fault that he Siming didn't say hello to her in advance. This stingy man just stood by to watch the play and didn't know how to say a few words for himself.

Wen Shuyue looks at the man with very sad eyes, but he looks away on purpose.

When she didn't know how to break the deadlock, her mother-in-law spoke first.

"Shuyue, what are you doing standing there? Come and sit on the sofa. " He Siming's mother said friendly.

"Yes, auntie."

"It's wrong to call me ma instead." He Siming took her hand and walked to the sofa together.

"Yes, Shu Yue, you're already Si Ming's wife. You should call it ma instead."

She sat on the sofa, a little embarrassed, "OK, mom."

In fact, she doesn't need to be too nervous at all. He Siming's mother is very nice. She doesn't care about what happened just now.

Moreover, from the conversation between her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Wen Shuyue can also feel that he Siming's mother is a very humorous person, unconsciously reducing her sense of tension.

He Siming's mother also thinks that Wen Shuyue is an excellent daughter-in-law in terms of appearance, character and other aspects. She is very satisfied with her daughter-in-law.He Siming left for the study on the second floor because he had some work to deal with.

Only their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law continued to chat in the living room.

"Mom, you are so well maintained that I misunderstood you before." Wen Shuyue lowered her head in embarrassment.

According to the truth, she shouldn't mention it any more, but she is really curious about her mother-in-law's secret of maintaining her skin. Her skin is so young even at the age of several decades.

"Ha ha, Shu Yue, your mouth is really good at talking. I'm not as young as you said!" Although the mouth said so, her mother-in-law was still pleased by Wen Shuyue's praise.

"No, no, mom, what I said was from my heart. You are really young, otherwise I just couldn't... " Wen Shuyue blushed as she spoke.

Seeing his daughter-in-law so shy, his mother felt more and more lovely, "Shuyue, you're blushing again, don't you think I'm a rival? It's a small thing. Don't take it too seriously. "

Well It's true that like mother, like son No wonder he Siming always likes to say some embarrassing words when others are embarrassed. It turns out that he inherited his mother's genes!

"Ha ha," Wen Shuyue could only continue to smile awkwardly.

After that, her mother-in-law told her a lot about his childhood.

It was not until dinner that he Siming came out of the study. The two women were still sitting on the sofa talking and laughing.

He glanced at the table and there was nothing.

In desperation, he had to choose to order.