I'm the Villain's Mother in Time Time

Chapter 33 Poems

"Alas—" Lin Chuqian couldn't help but sighed, this time travel is time travel, house fight is house fight, but why can't God arrange a better role for her.

She thinks a character like Minglan in "Do You Know" or "Scary Step by Step" is very good, but now she is going to fight in the house with this messy skin, what is she planning?
She really doesn't know where the house is going and what there is to do!

"Mother." At this moment, Sheng'er, who had no idea what was going on, called her.

Lin Chuqian trembled for a moment, then silently looked down at him.

Could it be that the purpose of her time travel was to pave the way for the five-year-old Xiao Douding in front of her?Let his concubine stand up, inherit the family business, marry a good wife, and walk to the pinnacle of life? ?

"Sheng'er." She squinted her eyes, expressionless. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

Sheng'er's eyes widened at first, and after taking a deep breath, he wrinkled his face and thought seriously for a moment, then raised his eyes, grinned and said, "When I grow up, I'm going to buy a big yard for my mother outside, and then we I will move in with my mother, and I will not see my wife and the others from now on, so there is no need for my mother to be afraid."

"Good son!" Lin Chuqian patted his little head in satisfaction.

She suddenly felt that it was a bit inexplicable for her to ask such a question. The other party was only a five-year-old child with limited knowledge of the world, so how could she expect him to say something ambitious.

Besides, it was still a long way from him growing up.

In this situation, it is uncertain how long the two of them can live in this mansion.

Lin Chuqian walked under the moon for a long time, and finally her stomach was not so full after eating. She turned around and went into the room to wash up. When she lay back on the bed, Sheng'er was already obediently lying in it.

She sighed and blew out the oil lamp and lay down with her clothes on. In the darkness, she closed her eyes, but Sheng'er who was lying beside her gently hugged her arm.

"mother."

"Ok?"

"After my mother recovered from her illness, she seemed to be a little different." Sheng'er said softly.

Lin Chuqian didn't know if he realized something, she pursed her lips and didn't answer.

"Sheng'er is very happy." He approached her intimately, leaning against him and said, "Mother has become very brave and powerful, and Sheng'er will also become very brave and powerful."

"Because." He chuckled. "Sheng'er wants to protect Mother."

The moonlight outside the house was blocked by the windows. She opened her eyes and saw the hazy ceiling silently rushing towards her. She couldn't express how she felt at this moment.

After pondering for a while, a slight snoring sound came from her ear, and she twitched the corners of her mouth. "It seems that you are not only stupid, but also stupid!"

A five-year-old kid, it's good to be able to protect himself, but he still wants to protect others?
Lin Chuqian laughed a few words in her heart, and stretched out her hand to gently push his head away from her embrace, but he stuck up again, and she moaned for a while, but didn't push him away.

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After a few days of calm, the sweet potato seedlings buried in the yard grew out. Lin Chuqian called Shang Sheng'er, and the two planted sweet potatoes under the sun.

Since Lin Chuqian had never actually operated it, he bit the bullet and directed Sheng'er to plant it. He believed in her and worked very hard with a shovel that was taller than everyone else.

The two of them were busy from morning to night, tossing and tossing for a whole day to plant the sweet potatoes. They planted them along the inner wall of her yard, under the foundation of the wall, and arranged them neatly, which looked quite similar.

Lin Chuqian was very satisfied with this, and while resting on the ground, she recited a poem with great interest.

"At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat drips down to the soil. Whoever eats Chinese food, every grain of it is hard work."

Sheng'er turned her head in surprise. "Is mother reading poetry?"

"Yes." She smiled complacently.

She can come up with such poems that fit the occasion, it's simply not too good.

(End of this chapter)