Ninety lucky little sweet wife

Lu Mingming was different, and Zhu Yan noticed it the moment he got out of the car.

The dodging, restlessness, and fear in his eyes, and the movements of hiding behind Ding Yueqin at every turn, all show that he is out of tune with others.

It stands to reason that children of this age like to follow behind their older brothers and sisters, clinging like a little tail, asking questions.

Like Zhou Xiaomei, even if there is a language barrier, it does not affect her to meet new friends.

But the youngest son of Ding Yueqin's family is obviously about the same age as Zhou Xiaomei, yet he feels very different to others.

Especially when he called his brother and sister, Zhu Yan became more certain of his guess.

This child is afraid to be flawed.

No wonder Mr. Lu said categorically that he would not be a qualified heir to the Lu family.

Compared to Zhu Yan's dazedness, Qin Huai knew about Lu Mingming's condition. He had heard Ding Yueqin mention it once before, that the child had autism.

But for Qin Huai who grew up in a small village, how would he know what autism is? Now, it seems that he is not much different from the idiot in the next village.

They are all bad at speaking, and they all like to hide behind adults.

Unable to help, Qin Huai gave Ding Yueqin a pitiful look.

Even if she married a rich man as she wished and had such a child, her life should not be easy these years.

When Zhu Yan and Qin Huai, because of Ding Yueqin's sudden appearance, their inner thoughts were surging.

The old lady Qin stood up from the stool suddenly, and threw the straw rope in her hand to the ground, her face was full of anger.

Anyone who knows her well knows that the old lady is about to lose her temper.

"Ding Yueqin, do you not understand human speech? How many times have I told you not to come to our house again? Why didn't you listen?"

In fact, every time Mrs. Qin spoke ill of Ding Yueqin, she felt extremely sad in her heart.

She watched her grow up and knew all about her past, so she felt pity for her, and she didn't want to be her stumbling block.

What she didn't know was that their existence was not a stumbling block to the Lu family, but a savior.

Oh no, it should only be in the eyes of Mr. Lu.

If it weren't for the Qin family's meticulous care of Xiaoxiao and their dedicated training, how could they send such an excellent heir to the Lu family?
As for Mr. Lu's idea, after returning home that day, none of them mentioned it to Mrs. Qin.

It's not intentional to hide it, but I don't want her to worry.

At least from Qin Huai's point of view, A Niang is very hostile to the family that sister Yueqin married into.

Ding Yueqin straightened up in embarrassment, and stuffed her younger son's hand into Yaoyao's, "Yaoyao, can I take my brother to your father's room to play for a while?"

Lu Mingming naturally refused, he threw away Yaoyao's hand, threw himself to Ding Yueqin's side, and hugged her leg again.

Ding Yueqin felt a little helpless for her youngest son's resistance. Just at this time, she saw a few blank pages on the writing desk behind Yaoyao, so she said, "Obviously, my sister will take you to draw, okay? Didn't you say you like it?" Brothers and sisters, why don’t you draw a picture and give it to them?”

Yaoyao reacted quickly, quickly took the pen and paper and eraser and waved them before Lu Mingming's eyes, "Sister, will you take Mingming to draw a house?"

Some people say that God is fair, if he closes the door for you, he will leave a window for you.

The window God left for Yaoyao is her good voice, but that's all.

As for her painter, it is the same as her academic performance.

When she still vowed to teach Lu Mingming to draw houses, she probably didn't know how miserable it would be in a few seconds.

After all, Ding Yueqin didn't think he knew the eldest son very well, after all, they didn't spend much time together.

But the youngest son is different, from the moment he was born, he has never left him for half a step, so he is very sure.

With just a few pieces of paper in Yaoyao's hand, he managed to obediently follow him away.

Just like that, only Zhu Yan, Qin Huai, Mrs. Qin, Xiao Xiao and Ding Yueqin were left in the whole room.

Zhu Yan quickly understood that Ding Yueqin asked her youngest son to follow Yaoyao to paint, in order to distract the two children.

In this way, should she tell everyone the purpose of her trip next?

Zhu Yan took a sneak look at her eldest son, only to find that he was also staring at her. Even Zhu Yan, who had lived for two lives, could not comprehend that strange look.

"Aniang." Ding Yueqin walked up to Old Madam Qin, knelt down heavily, and kowtowed three times.

The old lady Qin was a little confused by her. Kowtowing to her during the Chinese New Year was a New Year greeting for her.

What does this mean now, what is she going to do?
"However, if the New Year is not a festival, why kowtow to me, isn't it bad luck?" Mrs. Qin's tone was still a bit hostile.

Ding Yueqin knew that her actions might have frightened the old lady, so she was not angry, and stood up swiftly after kowtowing.

From the satchel she was carrying, she took out a kraft paper bag, which was full of things, and handed it to Old Madam Qin.

"Aniang, building a new house at home should cost a lot of money. I have 10 yuan here, and I should treat it as my filial piety to you."

One hundred thousand?

When Zhu Yan heard this number, her scalp went numb and her hands and feet felt cold.

She was too aware of the hidden meaning behind the money. This time, she just exchanged the check for cash, and even the excuse became grandiose.

She glanced sideways at Qin Huai, his brows were already slightly wrinkled.

Obviously, he also guessed Ding Yueqin's intentions.

It was just that Mrs. Qin was present, so he didn't ask questions immediately, but said in a slow tone: "Miss Yueqin, you are welcome, we can't accept your money, we can still afford the money to build the house."

The old lady Qin reacted a little slower. After Qin Huai finished speaking, she glanced at the kraft paper bag in her hand again. It was quite heavy to hold.

Let alone 10 yuan, she has never even seen the full 1 yuan.

This little girl is really capable, and she can take 10 yuan as she pleases, and she doesn't know what the Lu family will say to her in the future.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Qin immediately stuffed the brown paper bag back into Ding Yueqin's hands, "Take it away quickly, we don't care for your money."

Ding Yueqin is not willing, if she doesn't let the Qin family accept the money today, she might be punished by Mr. Lu when she goes back, so she said earnestly: "Mother, you have worked hard to take care of Xiaoxiao for me these years. I don't know how to repay you, and you need money right now, so I have to come up with the most tacky way."

There was another kowtow in the front, and another show of filial piety, all foreshadowing.

The latter sentence is her real intention.

reward them?

What does she need in return for taking care of her own child?
Suddenly, Mrs. Qin suddenly realized.

Is she trying to recognize Xiaoxiao back?
No secret?