Ninety lucky little sweet wife

On the green leather train from Duancheng to the imperial capital.

Zhu Yan held the ticket stub tightly, and the sound of the train rumbling through the tunnel was heard by her ears, and the light in front of her eyes suddenly dimmed.

Zhu Yan gathered her collar, sucked her nose that had been red from the cold for a long time, and in the next second, a tear silently and slowly fell from the corner of her eye.

Early this morning, she received a multimedia message from Qin Huai. It was a photo. The people in the photo were Qin Huai and Ding Baixuan. They were lying on the same bed, and they seemed to be sleeping soundly.

The angle of the photo was taken from the perspective of a third person. It can be clearly seen that the two people on the bed are disheveled, and even the mess on the ground is particularly eye-catching.

There was no other text in the MMS except this photo, so it was easy for Zhu Yan to guess that this MMS must have been written by Ding Baixuan, the purpose of which was to drive a wedge between her and Qin Huai.

Although Zhu Yan knew Ding Baixuan's intentions well, but seeing her man lying naked with another woman with her own eyes made her feel uncomfortable in every possible way.

The reason why Ding Baixuan took a picture of this scene and sent it to her was to send it on Qin Huai's mobile phone. It can be seen that Qin Huai's current identity made her eager to take action.

Wu Yue's comforting words from the night before were still echoing in her ears, "Once the husband and wife have been separated for a long time, they will think of all kinds of tricks."

Xiaosan is so active, how can she, who is the main wife, take the initiative to provide her with opportunities.

There was another ear-piercing rumble, the train left the tunnel, the light returned to normal, rows of neat houses flashed outside the window, probably the train entered a new city.

Zhu Yan collected her tears, raised her hand to wipe them away, took out a military coat from the backpack she was holding in her arms, and put it on for the little girl sitting beside her.

Yaoyao was reading a comic book, it was a New Year's gift from Xiao Song, the little girl was very precious, and the cover was wrapped with calendar paper, for fear that it would get dirty.

"Aniang, can I really study in the imperial capital this semester?"

Putting down the comic book in her hand, the little girl inserted a bookmark into the page she saw, then raised her head, staring at Zhu Yan with big watery eyes.

Zhu Yan raised her hand to brush aside the messy hair on her forehead, nodded, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Yes, from now on we will be children in the city. If you want to stay in the city forever, you have to wait a little longer." Work hard and study hard."

After the new year, the little girl was already 11 years old. Zhu Yan still remembered the first time she saw her in the thatched cottage. At that time, she was not tall, and she spoke in a childish voice.

Now, the little girl is half head taller than Zhu Yan. Just now at the ticket gate, people thought they were sisters, which made the little girl laugh for a long time.

What worries Zhu Yan the most is Yaoyao's study, whether she was at Linyue Primary School in Zhulin Village or Chengbei Primary School in Duancheng, she has always been the bottom one in her class.

Xiao Song once mentioned in front of her that she didn't want Yaoyao to follow his and Nie Huan's path when she grew up, so Yaoyao's cultural achievements would have to pass the test, which has always been a headache for her.

Thinking of Xiao Song, Zhu Yan remembered that after she bought the train ticket to the imperial capital, she once called Xiao Song behind her back.

Xiao Song was very happy when he got the news that they were going to the imperial capital. After all, he had never seen Yaoyao since he left Zhulin Village that day.Hearing that Zhu Yan said that he wanted Yaoyao to study in the imperial capital, Xiao Song immediately agreed to find a school, which really did not save Zhu Yan a worry.

The matter of going to the imperial capital was too urgent, Zhu Yan only notified Xiao Song, not even Qin Huai.

Because even she herself is not sure whether Qin Huai is with Ding Baixuan again at this moment.

In other words, Qin Huai was still worried about the fact that he and Ding Baixuan shared the same bed, so that he didn't even call Zhu Yan again.

"Aniang, don't worry, I will definitely study hard in the future, and when I grow up, I will become an excellent person like Uncle Xiao." The innocent words of the little girl interrupted Zhu Yan Piaoyuan's thoughts at the right time.

I don't know when, the little girl stopped calling Xiao Song "Uncle Swordsman", but directly changed her name to "Uncle Xiao", but no matter which "uncle" it was, it would feel like a needle prick in Xiao Song's ears It seems to be generally uncomfortable.

Zhu Yan didn't know how to stop the little girl's dream, especially when she was still working hard and wanted to study hard, so she could only silently sigh deeply in her heart.

The train was galloping all the way, and it was less than six o'clock in the evening when it arrived at the Imperial Capital Railway Station.

Winter nights always come very early, Zhu Yan took the suitcase with one hand and the little girl with the other, only to find out after leaving the station that it was already pitch black.

To her surprise, she actually saw a familiar figure walking in front of them through the night.