Super Sweet Alert: The Motivational History of the Temporary Daughter-in-Law

It's night, full of stars, and the twilight is picturesque.

"Mom, why don't you write again?" Yue'er nestled in Ji Weiwei's arms, looking at her with blinking eyes.

Ji Weiwei was hugging Yue'er and painting. During the time she stayed with Yue'er, she did a lot of things with Yue'er. She felt that Yue'er had been frightened during this period, and she felt a little guilty. Yue'er has neglected it, and now she wants to do her best as a mother.

But after that video incident, Ji Weiwei became even more absent-minded.

Sadness, heartbreak, and disappointment are all there, but more is powerlessness, a feeling of powerlessness.

Looking at Yue'er in front of her, Ji Weiwei sighed silently: "I'm sorry my little Yue'er, mom feels a little tired." She put down the pen in her hand.

Yue'er is not sad, but a little worried: "Then mother, go to bed early, it's okay for Yue'er, Yue'er can draw by herself."

The daughter's obedience always makes Ji Weiwei feel hot and shy. She has never been a qualified mother, otherwise Yue'er would not be so young and so sensible.

"I'm sorry, Yue'er." Ji Weiwei was a little depressed, or she was easily depressed these days, but now she was even more depressed.

Yue'er didn't think as deeply and meticulously as adults, so she hurriedly explained and comforted her, "It's okay, mom, don't be sad, it's just painting, painting is not as important as mother."

"Ding dong—" the doorbell rang.

Ji Weiwei didn't get up immediately to open the door as before, because she knew that the person who came at this time would not be anyone else except Anping.

"Ding dong—" the doorbell rang persistently.

Yue'er began to ask with some doubts: "Mom, is it Uncle Anping? Why didn't you open the door?"

Ji Weiwei didn't speak.

The doorbell was still ringing.

Yue'er figured it out on her own, her mother just said that she was tired, so she must be too tired to open the door now, thinking of this, Yue'er jumped off the sofa and ran to open the door.

After opening the door, Anping didn't see Ji Weiwei immediately, but when he saw Yue'er, he touched her little head and asked, "Where's mother?"

"Mom is on the sofa," Yue'er tilted her head and said, "but mom is very tired today"

"Yue'er, come here." Ji Weiwei interrupted the two of them, obviously not wanting them to communicate any longer.

Yue'er obediently ran over and sat next to Ji Weiwei.

Anping has been treated coldly since he entered the door. Although Ji Weiwei has always treated him coldly after the video incident, he doesn't seem to have a strong ability to adapt, and he still feels uncomfortable and depressed until now.

He changed his shoes at the entrance, then closed the door and came to the living room.

"Yue'er goes to play in the room first, uncle and mother have something to say." Anping patted Yue'er's head and coaxed softly.

But Yue'er still listens to her mother the most. Hearing this, she immediately turned her head to look at Ji Weiwei, as if she was willing to leave only after Ji Weiwei spoke.

Ji Weiwei was silent, and finally said: "Yue'er, go back to the room first, uncle and mother will chat for a while, and mother will go to the room to accompany you later."

Only then did Yue'er get off the sofa obediently, picked up her doll toy and went back to the room.

Anping sat down next to Ji Weiwei, Ji Weiwei seemed to be unwell, and moved to the side.

Feeling so obviously alienated, An Ping's eyes dimmed indistinctly, and he sank his hands tightly into the sofa.

In the past, they talked and laughed, but now they are indifferent and alienated. This gap makes Anping feel depressed. Why does his attitude towards him change because of Shangzhi?

He also hopes that he can affect Ji Weiwei's emotions, which at least shows his importance.

But after all, he has no weight in Ji Weiwei's heart, and the person who has weight in Ji Weiwei's heart today asked him to take good care of her.

Who can understand the taste of it?
Although Ji Weiwei may hate Shangzhi now, but where does the hatred come from without love?

After all, he Anping is nothing in her heart.

"What's the matter, tell me quickly." Ji Weiwei didn't look at him either, her eyes fell on a corner casually, and she asked him casually.

For a moment, Anping's emotions surged, and all kinds of questions he wanted to ask twisted and turned in his chest, and finally got stuck in his throat. When he spoke again, his voice was no longer emotional, and became calm.

"Qiao Yimei is still alive."

Ji Weiwei was slightly taken aback, but she didn't seem very surprised. In fact, she had thought a lot these past few days, even thinking about what happened before, but she didn't think about it emotionally. It seemed that she also thought about the fact that Qiao Yimei didn't die at all. .

So after learning about it, it seemed to be expected, and there was no need to ask for affirmative reasons.

After all, Anping didn't mention that Shang Zhi came to him, he didn't want these two words to cause any waves in Ji Weiwei's heart, in fact, it's not appropriate to mention these two words now.

Anping continued: "She is hiding in the dark, you are in the light, and she also knows that you live here, and there are people behind Qiao Yimei, so it will definitely be bad for you. Why don't you live in another villa?"

Hearing this, Ji Weiwei was a little surprised.

She didn't expect that there was someone behind Qiao Yimei. The person who could do such a big trick was definitely not an ordinary person. If she really attacked her again, it would be difficult to guard against it for a while.

But Anping proposed to live in another villa, and she was not used to it for a while, but Yue'er got used to it and liked it.

"Do you have to change it? Yue'er likes this place very much."

"It must be changed," Anping said very seriously, "Since Qiao Yimei knows about this place, if she wants to ensure Yue'er's safety, she must also change."

Anping continued to add: "And I have helped Yue'er find a new school, and that villa is closer to the new school."

Ji Weiwei silently thought, this villa is good, but it's remote. At the beginning, I was looking for such a remote place, firstly to avoid being photographed and followed by reporters, and secondly, to prevent those who were behind the scenes from attacking.

But accidents always caught people off guard, and it was precisely because of the remoteness that Yue'er almost missed the hospital when she suffocated last time. If it wasn't for the van driver, it would have been over.

Thinking of this, Ji Weiwei nodded: "Then let's do this, I think it's okay."

"Okay," Anping said, "I've ordered someone to tidy it up, and I can move there as soon as tomorrow."

"In such a hurry?"

If it wasn't impossible, Anping hoped that he could move there in a few nights. After all, the matter of Qiao Yimei was always in his heart, which always made him feel uneasy.

"Yes, the sooner the better, you know about Qiao Yimei."

"Okay, thank you then." Ji Weiwei was very grateful for Anping's arrangement.

Anping smiled bitterly: "Don't tell me thank you for everything, what I want to hear is not thank you."

Ji Weiwei fell silent, of course she knew that what Anping wanted was not the word "thank you". In fact, for what Anping did for her, the word "thank you" is really too light.

But now she can't give Anping anything but thank you.

Anping also knew that she couldn't give it, and he didn't even have the courage to ask.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Ji Weiwei felt that it was not good to go on like this, so she said: "You came back from a day's work, you were tired all day, and you even made a trip specifically for my business, now go back and rest early."

When the order to evict guests was issued, Anping couldn't say anything, and slowly stood up, "Okay, good night, I wish you a good dream tonight."

Following the bright light in the room, he could already see the bruises under Ji Weiwei's eyes, which were particularly obvious on her fair skin.

Ji Weiwei nodded and sent Anping out the door.

When she was left alone in the living room, she silently digested her emotions for 2 minutes, and after finishing her expression, she came to Yue'er's room.

Yue'er was lying on the bed, using colored pens to paint and draw on the paper, and the A4 white paper was already half full.

Ji Weiwei walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked down at what Yue'er was drawing.

Seeing this, her eyes almost turned red in an instant. The picture on the white paper was a family of three holding hands in front of a house, obviously they were drawing Shangzhi, Ji Weiwei and Yue'er herself.

Ji Weiwei just watched without saying a word, knowing that Yue'er finished the painting on her own, tears seemed to be about to fall in the middle, but Ji Weiwei wiped away the tears very quickly, unwilling to affect Yue'er.

After Yue'er stopped painting, she looked at the painting with great satisfaction, then looked up at Ji Weiwei, "Mom, do I draw well?"

"It looks good." Ji Weiwei forced a smile, trying hard to hide her emotions.

"Do you miss Dad?"

"Well," Yue'er nodded vigorously, "Mom, I really miss Dad, when will our family hold hands together?"

Ji Weiwei couldn't give this answer, and didn't know how to answer it.

Children's thoughts are always simple, they feel that they miss and like them, and they never have to worry too much, but adults have too many things to worry about, so many that they wear layers of clothes to cover up their emotions. mask.

Yue'er saw that Ji Weiwei's eyes were clouded, and the gathered water mist made the ends of the eyes turn red bit by bit.

"Mom, I don't want it anymore, I don't want my father anymore." She really missed her father so much that she only said it in front of Ji Weiwei today. She had been refraining from saying it a while ago, but she started to think about it while drawing. Dad, I miss the days when the family was together.

But Yue'er didn't want her mother to be sad, she didn't want her mother to cry, so she folded the painting and didn't want her mother to see it again, "Mom, I'm sorry."

"Silly boy," Ji Weiwei tried not to let the tears flow, "what's wrong with you?"

It's only natural for a child to miss his father, so what's wrong with that?She just didn't want her to cry, so how could she just say she didn't want to?
"Yue'er, go to bed early, mom is going to bed too."

"Well, good night, Mom."