Revenge of Rebirth: Miss Femme

After returning home from the hospital, the atmosphere at home is very strange. Everyone is cautious and tense. When they encounter simple situations, they stay away from them.

Jian Jian knew the reason for all this in her heart, she was just afraid that she would ask them about her mother and say something she shouldn't say, and it's no wonder that these people would avoid her, even her father was avoiding her .

Early the next morning, I woke up simply and waited in the living room early.

Jian Yuandong got up earlier than usual, just to avoid simplicity. He knew about Zhou Jie. Sooner or later, Jianyuan would know, but not now, at least not today.

"Dad, you're up, I'll ask Mama Wu to prepare breakfast." When Jian Jian heard the footsteps, he went up to him, as well-behaved as a pet that pleases its master.

Looking at the simplicity in front of her, Jian Yuandong really couldn't feel that she was a deep-minded person who could pretend to have amnesia.

"No, the company still has something to do. You can eat by yourself. I have already asked you for leave with the school. You can go to class in a few days." After speaking, Jian Yuandong strode away without waiting for a simple word .

Jian Jian, who hadn't had time to respond, stood where he was, his solitary figure was obviously extremely desolate.

It's really ruthless. Her father and mother are dead, but they can still act like nothing has happened. They can't be more perfunctory to her.

Not long after Jian Yuandong left, an uninvited guest came to the house.

Simply looking at the person in front of me who served me soup attentively, what kind of role does this woman who gives warmth to me when I am at my lowest and most lonely, play?

"You have just been discharged from the hospital and your body is weak. You should drink some chicken soup for tonic. I made this chicken soup early in the morning. I added some medicinal herbs to nourish qi and blood. Fortunately, the heat preservation effect is good. Drink it while it is hot."

Zhou Yun held the steaming chicken soup in his hand, and kept mumbling in his mouth. After a while, a bowl of steaming chicken soup was placed in front of Jian Jian.

Jian Jian didn't show any signs of moving, but looked at Zhou Yun, and said in a pitiful tone, "Aunt Yun, I miss my mother so much, but no matter how I call my mother, I can't find her. My father said that my mother left for something. I don't know when I'll be back, Aunt Yun, can you find my mother for me?"

Zhou Yun met those bright black eyes, and the anticipation in them made her evade.

"I don't know about this either."

"Dad seems to be very busy recently, and I can't find anyone to talk to. Aunt Yun, please ask for me. I just need a phone call. I have never been separated from my mother since I was born." Some dependence, pleading tone also seems very helpless.

Zhou Yun knew that simplicity at this time was the best thing to overcome. As long as she simply nodded, she would be able to enter Jian's house in style, and it was difficult for Li's family to say anything.

"I'll ask for it for you. You should drink the soup first. It won't be good if it gets cold." Zhou Yun didn't refuse, and pushed the soup bowl towards Jian Jian.

"May I ask you now? Aunt Yun." Jian Jian grabbed Zhou Yun's hand with an eager look on his face.

Zhou Yun only felt pain when she held her hand, and her body subconsciously wanted to shake off the extra force on her hand, but she shook her hand, but she didn't let go of her hands on the hand, and when she raised her head to scold, the weeping face came into view.

"Simple, can you let go of my hand first? Since your mother has something to go out, she should have something important to do. It won't be good if we disturb her, what do you think?" Zhou Yun resisted the pain of holding her hand, her face He even put on a smiling face on the face, but he was cursing in his heart, a child, how could he be so strong.