Chapter 74

Ling Jue came downstairs while Mu Xueling was watching TV. Ling Zhensheng didn't know where to go.

She took a look at snow Ling's wrapped hand in the evening, and her eyes flashed slightly. She went to the water dispenser and poured out a glass of water.

"Xiaojue, how do you feel?" Seeing his appearance, Mu Xueling waved to him with a smile, "come here, let my aunt have a look."

"It seems like a kind aunt. I just don't know if there was anything special in the soup last night." Lingjue is sitting on the sofa next to her. She looks at her coldly with her legs up.

"Xiaojue, you may have misunderstood auntie." Mu Xueling's eyes were dim, and she looked at him with a lost face. "How can Auntie put medicine in your soup? We have also drunk your soup. Auntie doesn't drink it for you alone. Although as a stepmother, you will feel a little lack of care for you, but you should believe that aunts, aunts are the same to you and sheng'er, and treat you all as my children... "

"I don't doubt you. Last time I thought you couldn't be so mean." Lingjue interrupts her words, with a relaxed face. "I've drunk what you cooked last night. You see I'm alive now. Later, you can cook more for me. I can drink with my father."

Lingjue looks at her with a smile in her eyes.

Mu Xueling looks at him. He looks really good. His face is ruddy, and it looks more and more like that woman. She is so beautiful -

thinking of this, she can't help clenching her fist, and the palm of her hand gradually leaches blood, but she seems unknown.

There was a smile on her face all the time. "Xiaojue, you can understand my aunt's pains. She is so happy."

Lingjue hooked the corner of her mouth, and her eyes crossed her clenched fist. "Your hands are bleeding."

"Who is bleeding?" All of a sudden, Ling Zhensheng came from the corridor on the first floor and looked at them puzzledly.

He has been dressed up, but also wearing a hat, a man in his forties, handsome and extraordinary.

It's not hard to see that this man must be a girl killer when he was young.

Lingjue chuckled, stood up, and glanced at the stiff look of Xueling in the evening. "It's OK. Maybe I read it wrong. Let's go. I'll go shopping and have a rest."

"Good." Ling Zhensheng nodded and gave a gentle look at Mu Xueling. "Wife, you should pay attention at home. Don't let the wound touch water."

"Don't worry. Buy more clothes for xiaojue. The longer the child grows, the taller he will be. He will not be able to wear the clothes he used to wear."

"Don't worry." Ling Zhensheng smiles at her doting and doesn't pay attention to her hand. She turns to follow Ling Jue who is going out. "Xiao Jue, what clothes are you going to buy? The suit is casual. Dad can help you with it..."

Mu Xueling listens to the two people go further and further, which just looks at her hand ironically.

She sneered and murmured to herself, "lingjue, who is just a child, seems to me to think more about it. I thought he really found out that he had made medicine."

"If she had found out, she would not have had the soup last night." Mu Xueling thought of her coming back from the hospital with Ling Zhensheng. The trash can was full of chicken remains.

Soup is only a little bit left, and last night at home only Ling Jue, her children are sleeping.

She pulled away the bandage on her hand and smiled ferociously. "Lingjue, it's your bitch mother who is to blame. How dare you seduce my husband! Doesn't she know he only loves me? What good thing can a child of a mean life be! I also send you on the road, so you will not have a painful life in the future! "